Her Alphas by Gabrielle Holly Page A

sweetheart, the answer is neither. Underneath
these jeans I’m au naturel . If you’d ditch that mutt, I’d be happy to
show you.”
    He punctuated the statement with another playful snarl and
in a blink of an eye, furniture and dishes were clattering against the kitchen
floor. Though the table had been overturned, Gwen remained frozen in her chair,
unable to move as she watched the melee unfold.
    The werewolf alpha had the leader of the Cat People by the
throat. Alex’s clothing strained as the shift overtook him. Before he had fully
transformed, Tommy Longtree’s jeans and tank top were hanging awkwardly from
the sleek body of a large mountain lion.
    Bob and Jezebel were barking madly and Gwen’s eyes widened
as Sergei Markov burst into full werewolf form. The violence of the change
shredded his clothing. The former basketball player was over seven-feet tall as
a human. In an instant at least a half foot was added to his height. His
fur-covered arms were almost impossibly long and he used it to his advantage.
    Stepping between the two alpha males, Sergei grabbed each by
the scruff, and swiftly separated them. “This must stop!” he demanded in a
gravelly, otherworldly voice.
    The man-beasts struggled against the big Russian’s grip for
a gut-wrenching moment before finally calming and shifting back to their human
forms. As if waiting to make sure they were under control, Sergei remained
werewolf for a moment longer.
    With all the commotion, Gwen hadn’t heard Jenny come out of
the bedroom.
    “What the hell?” the little blonde asked.
    Sergei turned toward her voice and when he finally did shift
back, he seemed unfazed by his nakedness.
    Gwen had seen the former alpha’s impressive assets on one
other occasion, but she couldn’t help but glance between his legs. The surge of
adrenaline through her body, the supernatural energy clouding the room, and the
sight of that massive cock were a heady combination. Gwen felt as if she were
in a dream state and she was incredibly turned on.
    A gush of cream dampened her crotch as she imagined what was
hidden beneath Tommy’s jeans and what it would be like to fuck him. Or perhaps
him and Alex. Her fantasy was interrupted when Alex spun around to face
her and a low growl rumbled from his chest. Tommy chuckled as if pleasantly
surprised.
    Heat spread from Gwen’s pussy up to her face and she knew
her cheeks must be bright red. She was more primed than she’d ever been and—despite
a gnawing embarrassment beneath her arousal—she didn’t blink under the alpha’s
feral stare.
    * * * * *
    “You wanted him!” Alex stormed when the others had gone. It wasn’t
a question. It was an accusation.
    Gwen stood in the wreckage of the scuffle, hands fisted at
her side and that maddening, indignant expression on her face. The scent of her
arousal was thick in the air and Alex was pumped with adrenalin.
    Crossing her arms under her breasts, she met his glare
without flinching. No other female—human or werewolf—had the wherewithal to do
that. Why aren’t you afraid?
    Gwen’s courage was part of what drew him to her and the
thing that confused him the most. Her home had just been torn apart by two
werewolves and a mountain lion shifter and she was acting as if they’d just had
a spat over who was going to do the dishes.
    Besides the supernatural brawl, she had to know he could
sense her arousal and her obvious attraction to Tommy Longtree. You wanted
him.
    “Didn’t you?” he snarled.
    “Yes!” she finally shouted. “Yes, I wanted him and I want
you. Do you think you’re the only one who can get turned on, Alex?”
    She shook her head. “I sit here for three weeks every month
while you’re in L.A. and I wait for you. I want you every day, Alex. Not just
twenty-five percent of the time. But that’s all you’re offering, so I wait! In
the meantime, I have to deal with all kinds of crazy from this fucking pack.”
    Her face was flushed and the scents of anger and