7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) by et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen

neck, which Val arched to make it easy for him. She wanted him so much. She had wanted him for days, weeks, but didn’t want to appear too forward. Now she wasn’t waiting. She gripped him, feeling his hardness pulse under her fingers. Her mouth watered, thinking about what she held in her hand.
    “Don’t touch what you can’t handle,” he breathed over her lips, biting her, soft at first, and then with more insistent bites, bruising her lips with his teeth…ravenous.
    “I can handle anything you have.” She wanted him. No more talking.
    Val hadn’t noticed he’d been backing her against the bathroom door, until Jones reached behind her, opening the door, and backing her inside. He didn’t want to release her lips. The last articles of clothing had been shed. 
    Jones turned on the shower, “I need to see you wet, just for me.”
    Val’s breath hitched. He had no idea just how wet she was, just how wanting she was. She smiled, slow and sensuous. She opened her mouth slightly to lick her lips, to speak and tell him to get a move on, already.
    He stepped into the shower, taking her with him. The water cascaded around them, wetting them, shocking them, the warmth adding to the heat of their desire.
    Jones pushed Val against the tiled wall, covering her body with his own. His kisses became urgent, desperate. He lifted her leg, seeking entry. Val lifted herself onto her toes, bending to give him easier access.
    Jones entered slowly, forcing himself to take it slow. He watched her face, watched her close her eyes with the sensations filling her, saw her open her mouth, as though she wanted to speak, but had nothing to say.
    “Look at me,” Jones told her.
    She opened her eyes. A small laugh escaped her lips, “You feel so fucking good.” She rocked her hips back and forth, creating friction that had Jones gritting his teeth.
    “If you do that, I’m not gonna last.”
    “If you don’t move, I’m gonna take it anyway. Move, dammit!” Val gripped his sodden hair, forcing his mouth down onto hers. She sucked his tongue, her hips mimicking the movement of her mouth.
    “Fuck, Val,” Jones gasped. He took hold of both her legs, lifting her easily, and settling her more firmly in place. Val groaned with pleasure, her tongue darting out of her mouth. She pushed her ass off the tiles, resting against the wall with her shoulders giving her leverage, and moved with the rocking motion of Jones. Water pummeled his back, as he pushed into her more forcefully, he could feel the tension building, he needed to release, but wanted Val to come along for the ride.
    “For fuck’s sake, don’t wait, I need… to… Oh My God!” Val gasped.
    Jones needed no more encouragement than that. He gripped her harder, pushing himself faster, losing himself in the friction that had him wondering how the hell he had waited so long. Pleasure, like pain, took them both over the edge, in a groaning, giggling, gasping rush. Jones stood panting, holding Val as their breathing slowed, and as the now cold water rinsed away into the drain.
    “Amazing,” Val said. Her arms gripped his neck, “But maybe you should put me down now.”
    “What makes you think that’s it?” Jones reached over, turned off the water, and carried Val back to the bedroom.
    “We’re wet!” she shrieked.
    “Fuck it, who cares,” he said, as he fell with her onto the bed.
    They laughed, kissing and touching, exploring new ways to satisfy each other.
    They then fell into a drunken, sated sleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms, feeding on the consolation of body heat to drive away the remaining lust. Jones couldn’t let Val go any further than the reach of his arms that day.  He was thinking how difficult it would be for him to allow her to leave him the next day, but he would man up and do the right thing.
    He made some calls and a few difficult decisions, but he’d decided that he wouldn’t bully her into position any longer; he didn’t need to.  They