Alphas' Embrace [Southern Supernatural Alphas] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Read online

  A fast-paced Rascal Flatts song she liked started to play. Sam took her hands and looked into her eyes just as the song picked up. He placed his hand on her shoulder and one on her waist as they danced. “How are you liking Shadetree so far?”

  She smiled up at him and said, “It’s nice. I really like it here.” Her cheeks ached from smiling at him. She couldn’t help it though because she really did love it here. This was her and Rylee’s second chance. They could shed their past and live a brand-new life. This was the first place she’d ever lived where she didn’t feel like a tramp because she was the chick at the biker bar who got knocked up in the bathroom with a guy whose last name she didn’t even know. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t even sure about his first name. Blades was all she’d ever called him, and she was pretty sure it was not his legal name. Whatever his name was, the second she said pregnant, he got on his Indian motorcycle and rode away, never to be seen again. For the next five years since Rylee’s conception, she’d lived with the judging eyes and whispers as she tried her best to be a good mom to her baby.

  Not here, though. No one batted an eyelash at her having a small child without a wedding ring. No one ever asked Rylee where her daddy was, not that she’d answer them. Not only had they not judged her, they’d all acted like it was common and she should be supported, not judged for not keeping her legs closed. This town was the safe place she’d always longed for, and it was the perfect place to raise Rylee. “I really like it. This place is the closest I’ve ever come to having a real home. I am at peace here, which is odd. I’m usually restless and wanting to move.”

  “Fate has a way of moving us where it wants us and letting us know when we’re where we’re supposed to be.” His grin was masculine and smooth. “Anyone gives you any problems, though, just let me know. I’ll be happy to teach them some manners for ya.”

  She shook her head at him, but the light in his eyes told her he wasn’t joking. She studied his expression and wondered if he believed in multiple gods like Brandy did.

  As Sam’s dominating presence enveloped her, she swallowed as another jolt of lust shot through her. “You’re a very good dancer.” She could feel his body heat even through his thick denim shirt. He moved her across the dance floor like a man who spent many nights dancing. She used to love it, but it had been years.

  “So are you.” He spun her around, and the song’s rhythm picked up. The soft linen of her loose midthigh-length skirt swirled around her legs. She laughed as he moved her around the dance floor and spun her a few times. It had been so long since she’d been able to relax like this.

  As he kept his gaze on her, she could almost see the sparks flying between them. Her heart melted at the expression on his face. He stared at her as if he really meant it and she really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She didn’t miss the heat in his eyes either, or his massive erection pressing into her soft flesh. Her hands clung to him as her pussy clenched at the thought of him taking her.

  The chorus started, and everyone else on the dance floor vanished. It was just her and Sam as they danced to the song. His gaze met hers again, and it was as if he was singing the song to her.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. A warm sensation started in her belly and spread to her clit. Her pussy grew wetter as they danced, and her urges became more erotic. Her skin began to feel hot, and she wanted to pull open his shirt and run her tongue over his chest.

  What was wrong with her? One dance and she wanted to pounce on her neighbor. That was sort of how she got Rylee, except she was drunk off her ass instead of tingling with arousal. What was so wrong with one night though? She’d been so lonely, and tonight, she could throw caution to the wind and feel like a woman.

  Maybe he sensed her decision because he led her a private area. “You want me as much as I want you.”

  “I do,” she admitted and then let out a whimper as his blunt teeth nipped her ear. She tilted her head to the side and gave him access to her neck as her hips ground against his pelvis. Her clit throbbed as her slick arousal coated the folds of her pussy. “God,” she whimpered as a lightning bolt of desire struck and arousal coated her overheated flesh. “What is happening?”

  “We’re fated mates, Avery, and fate wants us to mate, right now.” He ground his cock against her, which sent a mini orgasm coursing through her. She gripped his arms and moaned as her pussy spasmed in hot pleasure. “Gage has a rodeo bull rider staying in his apartment tonight, otherwise I’d take you up there. Look, no one will see us here. Gage had a witch make sure when we close off this area, people stay away.”

  She wanted him so much it hurt. “Please,” she whimpered. Where had this all-consuming lust come from? She’d gone from believing he was her worst mistake waiting to happen, to wanting him to lay her out on the floor and screw her brains out right here on the dance floor.

  “Shhhh, pretty girl. I will take care of you. Bury your face into me and scream into my shoulder.” He pulled out a partition from the wall closing off the dance floor, leaving them in complete privacy, and then he knelt down in front of her. He moved her legs further apart, and then he gently stroked his hand up her thigh until it found the elastic of her silken black lace panties. He pulled them down slowly as his eyes were filled with a strange light. It almost looked like he was as enthralled with her as she was with him.

  “Sam, won’t people come in here?”

  “No. I promise you, the spell cast on this room will drive people away. We’re alone here and no one will bother us.” He smelled her panties, and his eyes darkened. He stuffed her panties in his pocket before he lifted her in his arms.

  Just as he promised, no one tried to move the partition. People stayed clear, and the voices moved farther away. Her eyes widened as he lifted her and sat her on the edge of a table. “Wha—” Lust burned in her, making her nipples tingle and her clit throb.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Her eyes widened. She was in a loose mid thigh-length skirt, and that would expose her lady bits to the world. She did it anyways. She was past caring what anyone would think about her. Her body burned with need, and she had to have Sam now or she may spontaneously combust.

  She sucked in an unsteady breath as his fingers trailed up her thigh and pushed her skirt up and around her stomach. “Sam,” she whispered and moved her hips closer.

  “I’m going to make you all better.” His deft fingers caressed the wet slit before he slid one into her slick pussy.

  She bit her lower lip as she cried out in ecstasy. He lowered her flat on the table, and then his silky-smooth lips encircled her clit. He sucked her into his mouth, and she arched her back and screamed as white-hot pleasure seared her with its intensity. He thrust a single finger into her pussy and stroked her G-spot deep within her core. Her hips off the table as she wrapped her legs tighter around him. She held on to the edges of the table as her pussy pulsated in pleasure so strong she thought for sure she would die.

  Sex stuff usually hurt her, but not so far. His body blanketed hers, and she pressed her mouth into the muscular flesh of his shoulder as he fucked her with his finger. Her lungs burned as if she’d run a marathon, and her heart beat so hard she could feel her pulse in her fingertips as she gyrated her hips to reach the pinnacle her body strived for.

  “That’s it, Avery. Come all over my hand.” His thumb caressed her engorged clit, and the first flames of an inferno started within her.

  Sam’s other hand slid under her back, and he scooped her up. “I’ve got you, baby, and I’ll never let you go.”

  “Sam, what’s happening?” The orgasm was fading, but her body still burned and craved him.

  “It’s fate making sure I at least mark you, Avery. Hold on tight, baby. I can’t hold back anymore.”

  He used his free hand to pull his jeans open, and he kicked until the denim slid down his legs. Once he kicked his jeans free, he braced his legs far apart and ran the head of his
cock against the slit of her soaking-with-need cunt. His mouth captured hers before he moved a hand between them.

  She rested her head against the wall and let out a moan. Her pussy ached even more, and she was sure she’d burn to ash if she didn’t get his dick in her now. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as his mouth soaked up her moans, and then his lips kissed her chin and neck.

  He gyrated his hips so the head of his cock brushed her clit. His massive shaft moved through the slick folds of her slit and then her fully exposed clit. “I won’t claim you here, Avery. I will ease the ache, but when we mate, we will have some privacy.”

  Avery’s nails dug into him as her body shuddered in longing. She wanted him to bite her, and she offered him her neck. “Please, Sam.”

  He growled, feral and deep in his throat, and in one swift move, he let her sink onto his cock. He stretched her heated flesh, and it felt oh so good. She lifted her head and moaned as she stared at the ceiling. She wiggled her hips, desperate for him to move within her and fill her with his seed. He captured her lips once again, and then he lifted her and let her fall again as his tongue mimicked his dick fucking her pussy against her lips. He swallowed her cries as he forced her to come for him harder than she had before.

  She didn’t know if anyone opened the partition and watched them as her pussy contracted around his cock again and again. Her thighs were slick she’d come so many times. It was as if nature was making up for all the years of painful sex that never gave her the slightest bit of pleasure.

  Sam lifted away from her just high enough to gaze into her eyes. “That’s beautiful. I want another one.” He picked her up and let her down hard. His cock head stroked something within her that sent her soaring once again. Her thoughts fragmented as she came again, and she opened her mouth to let out a passion-filled scream. He was making her come in ways she’d only read about in books.

  Once her pussy finally relaxed, she sagged in his embrace. “Oh my god, Sam. No more” she gasped. She was spent, and her legs were shaking as he held her against the wall.

  “Well, let’s see. I am a man who is used to getting what I want, and I want to watch you come again.”

  She whimpered when his hips began moving again. Her arms shook, and her ragged breath rushed in and out of her lungs. She didn’t think she had another one, but he moved in a way that stroked the embers deep within her. She gripped his shoulders as spots appeared before her eyes, and her mouth opened as she sucked air into her lungs. Her hips jerked and her chest thrust up as her walls clamped down around his cock in a last massive orgasm that left her trembling with its beauty and passion. Sam kissed her tenderly as she moaned his name.

  He groaned as his own climax, and his cock spilled his semen deep within her. “Mine. I’ve marked you, and you are forever mine.” He withdrew his cock and fixed her skirt before wrapping his arm around her tighter and pulling her close. “Avery, sweet Avery. I’ve waited so long for fate to bring you to me, and here you are.”

  He kept his arms firmly around her and she took the comfort he offered. Sex had never been like this before. If this is what it was like for everyone else, no wonder they were sex-obsessed.

  Sam helped her to stand and made sure her skirt was straight and opened the partition. “Julie,” Sam called out. “Bring me some colas and food please.”

  “I’m okay.” She glanced around, expecting to see the snickering cowboys. There’s Avery spreading her legs. She’s gonna wind up knocked up again with another man who just wanted a quick fuck. The warm room Sam had her in vanished, and she was lying on the cold tile bathroom floor of the bar she worked at, too drunk to stand on her own. Blades stood over her, zipping his pants after he’d fucked her over the bathroom sink and then dumped her on the floor. She wanted love and tenderness, and all he wanted was a quick fuck in the damn bathroom. With her common sense dulled by liquor, she’d let him. She didn’t know she got the best piece of Blades that night though. She’d conceived Rylee that night, and she couldn’t ever regret her beautiful baby girl.

  “You okay?” Sam still held her close to him, holding her upright, and then he sat down with her in his lap and held her.

  She couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She clung to him and marveled at the connection that formed from his heart to hers. The hurt and pain surrounded her, and somehow his tenderness soothed all her past hurts. She cried cathartic tears, as so much pain from her past melted away like wax from a candle.

  “Did I hurt you?” Sam gently rocked her as he rubbed her back. “I’m so sorry.”

  “No.” She tried to make herself stop crying. “No one’s ever been this nice to me after they were done.”

  Sam leaned back, and his eyes appeared to be glowing. His lips curled back into a snarl, and his nostrils flared. “Never?”

  She shook her head while keeping eye contact. “No.” She didn’t understand why he was so angry. The girl talk she’d had with other ladies at the bar she used to work at made her think it was how men were.

  His features softened. He held her closer to him and nuzzled his face into her neck. Contentment flooded her senses as she laid her head on his shoulder and soaked up the tenderness he offered her.

  She lost track of time as he held and comforted her. “Let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.” He walked over to a bar sink in the corner and turned on the hot water and grabbed a white hand towel. What she saw shining in his eyes wasn’t anything she’d ever witnessed before. He was tender and almost loving as he wiped away the evidence of their tryst.

  When they got back to the table, he helped her to sit down. “We’re gonna eat and get you rehydrated.” His kind treatment was melting her heart. Why wasn’t he tossing her aside, going off to drink and laugh with his buddies, and leaving her to feel like a dirty whore who screwed for a few minutes of feeling something kind of like love?

  “Thank you, but I’m okay.”

  “I know, and you’re better than okay. You’re everything I ever dreamed of when I wondered what you’d be like.”

  “You don’t want me.” She shook her head at him. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. I’m not the kind of girl you bring home to Sunday supper to meet your mom.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Why not? Are you a criminal? A drug addict? Go around robbing banks?”

  “No.” Avery smiled and thanked Julie for the soda and the plate of onion rings, stuffed mushrooms, and toasted ravioli. She took a ravioli and met his gaze. “I have a little girl. I got pregnant with her when I was waitressing at a biker bar with a guy I wasn’t very serious about. Just friends with benefits, ya know. Anyways, he ran off as soon as he got his balls off and wouldn’t talk to me when I tried to tell him I was pregnant.” Shame filled her, and she imagined the same look on Sam’s face as she’d seen on so many others. She’d vowed she’d never lie about her past, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up either.

  “What a fucking asshole.”

  That brought her face up to see Sam’s lips were firm and his eyes narrowed in anger. “Did you nail his ass for child support?”

  Her mouth formed a silent O as she took in his words and expression. She had no idea how to respond to his anger on her behalf.

  She shook her head slowly. “No, I didn’t need the shit he’d bring down on me if I went after him. He didn’t want to be a dad, fine. I don’t need him. I don’t need anybody.”

  “That was no man who fathered your daughter. He’s a boy playing grown-up. A man takes care of his responsibilities.” He ate a few more onion rings and mushrooms. “So, how old is she?”

  She swallowed hard. A real man? She’d never met a real man apparently. She always ended up worse off with every guy she’d thought was her prince charming. They always started nice and acted as if they really cared until she fell for them. Then, their real personality came out, and she’d find herself stuck in another loveless and sometimes emotionally abusive relationship. Every one of them left her with nothing and to
ok pieces of her soul with them when they left, leaving nothing but shame and heartache behind as reminders.

  “Hey.” Sam gripped her hand. “Are you okay? Is your daughter okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”

  She nodded. “Sorry, yeah. I don’t know what’s up with me tonight. I’m so flighty for some reason.”

  “Meeting your fated mate has that effect.” His smile was genuine, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

  “Rylee, my little girl, is four years old.”

  “That’s a beautiful name.” Sam took her hand again. She stared down at their joined fingers. So, this is what it is like to feel cherished? He’d gotten what he wanted, yet he’s still being affectionate. Yes, she could grow used to this.

  “What do we do next?” People were filtering into their secluded area since the doors were wide open. There wouldn’t be a repeat tryst with the tables filling up.

  “I say we dance now that we got some food and drink in ya.” He stood up and pulled her with him.

  “What did you mean about a witch’s spell?”

  “Well, my brother and I know a few witches. They made some special areas around here where we can have privacy when we close those doors. People will stay away from here.”

  She stared at him for a moment and laughed. Now he was playing with her.

  “Come on. Let’s dance and discuss forever. I’d like to know who I’m spending the rest of my life with.”

  She stared at him in shock. What game was he playing? “Sam, thanks, but I know the drill. You don’t have to do this. I promise not to try and hang around, and act like I expect you to love me or anything.” She stared at her fingers and waited for him to walk out.