Her Alpha Male (MF)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]
Royce is hesitant and Angela anxious about their meeting.
Each has secrets to protect but want the opportunity to explore the sexual hunger they'd almost ignored. Her family situation had inhibited any real exploration until now.
His new career and her erotic writings using a pseudonym will surprise the other, when they trust each other enough to be honest. Consummating their hit and miss relationship will bring consequences neither imagined in their private and professional lives.
Discovering their personal boundaries can only be liberating on their erotic journey.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 Cherries: "What happens when sci-fi erotica writer meets erotica comic book creator? Sparks fly! And if they knew each other before their respective careers? Well, they'll burn up the sheets and that's just what Royce and Angela do! The heroine, Angela, is one of the strongest women I've come across. She knows what she wants, is willing to go for it, and smart enough to know when to back away. She doesn't need the hero or any other man in her life to exist which is refreshing, although the sparks when Royce re-enters her life show she's still human. The reader can easily relate to her struggle to love the man who isn't sure of his own feelings. If you love a good love story, with a few kinky twists, then Her Alpha Male is the novel for you. I give this work 4 cherries!" -- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Romance Reviews
“Son of a bitch, Angela.” His voice was almost breathless and his tone turned caustic. “You can’t go out on the street dressed like that.” His tirade started and ended with him uttering curse words mixed in with phrases like throw away the key himself and not for anyone else’s eyes.
She smiled at his obvious confusion. Royce realized the exact effect she’d been going for. When he stopped talking he just shook his head and acknowledged her point. “You win, angel. I never imagined. And if you go out dressed like that, men will be falling to the sidewalk at your feet and crashing cars as they pass.”
“Thank you, Royce.” She stood tall and proud, full of attitude and Royce was slightly intimidated. “I just wanted you to understand I realize my potential, and I’ll know when the time to assert myself is right.”
“Yes, you will, Angela. I underestimated you. It won’t happen again.”
“I have class this morning,”
Moving quicker than Angela could, he grabbed her wrist and tugged it behind her. She was struggling to get out of his grasp when he pulled her down, over his legs, the thin sheet little coverage for his bulging hard-on. He managed to get her arm behind her, and she stopped struggling. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing her heart shaped buttocks. He didn’t resist stroking her cheeks with his free hand, didn’t resist pulling the silk of her panties between them, turning the material into a strip now pressed between her cheeks. With her exposed over him, he ached to touch her and ultimately did. He pinched her skin, and his cock bounced against her belly.
Without thought, he simply raised his hand a foot from her skin and let it come down, alternating sides. She let loose with a tirade of curses in English and Italian, choking back a sob that turned into a husky sigh. His erection started to pulse when his palm print appeared on her porcelain skin and he repeated the spanks several more times.
Royce didn’t know how long he would have continued if she hadn’t reached under her body with her free hand and grabbed his cock with her hand, fisting him tightly only several times before he lost control and shot against her belly, the sheet absorbing his fluid. Neither moved for many moments until their breathing normalized. The frenzy of lust that had started the process was banked.
Angela slowly pulled her wrist from his grip, struggled to crawl off him, coming to kneel beside him, taking his mouth under hers in a kiss that drained him and re-hardened his cock. Her mouth drew his tongue with the same rhythm her hand had fisted him. Noise below made them realize their time was up. They both stilled until Angela took the initiative.
“As I was saying, I have class this morning,” Her tone was normal, but her cheeks were a bright red, the same color as her rear cheeks, thanks to his hand.
He sat forward and gave her an exasperated look. She laughed. “And I still have to change.” She’d dipped gracefully, grabbed the edge of the robe, and dragged it behind her to the door.
“Angela, how am I supposed to get the image of you in a mini skirt out of my mind?” He didn’t add that he had the image of her palm-stained cheeks now embedded in his mind forever.
She’d hesitated and watched him openly before letting a sly grin tip the corners of her mouth upwards. “Maybe you’re not supposed to.”
She’d closed the door quietly after her, and Royce had dropped back onto the bed with a loud groan. The image of her that morning had been burned into his brain; recalled often, usually at the most inappropriate times; and each time brought his cock to life.
* * * *
She lay awake in her large bed and thought about Royce being so close. She relived the way he’d kissed her in the pantry and sighed as she remembered the way he’d loved her after the christening. He’d freed Angela that day, although he probably never realized it. She wasn’t about to tell him, just yet. What he had done was make her realize that she was a normal woman who needed to get away from her meddling family before she wound up married to the man her father chose.
After he left, she finally made up her mind to change her life. No matter how it turned out, she knew she had to try for her own sanity. Her telling him she had a plan was true, only she needed time to put it into action before she chickened out and wound up the girl her family always assumed she was. Times were changing in the world around her, and Angela wanted the freedom to make her choices for herself as an independent woman of the sixties.
Luckily for Angela, she’d taken positive steps and had wound up here, three years later in her own home. Now if she could just get up the courage to head downstairs and tell him she wanted him. She knew it wouldn’t happen, knew he’d have to make the first move, and she knew she had to keep her private life private. Royce might understand the woman she’d turned into, but if the rest of the family ever found out, they’d have her committed.
So again, she tossed in her bed and used her own hand to find a release that was elusive. She’d learned how her body worked and what she liked, but she’d never managed to capture the same heightened level he’d worked her into that afternoon. She’d only seen him once after that, at Nonnie’s funeral. Royce had understood that wasn’t the time to touch her, he held her as she slobbered and cried, and stroked her hair and back, while reinforcing to her it would be all right in time.
Well, she decided, time was here and now. And tomorrow, if she could work up the courage, she might just surprise Royce with a few tricks of her own. It would be interesting to see if he accepted her advances or if he’d be turned off by her forwardness.
She groaned remembering how she’d tried on the leather skirt earlier in the day and had wondered what he’d do if she came down to supper wearing it. Her body heated at the memory of being stretched around him, being bared and vulnerable while his cock pushed against her belly. Angela pulled a pillow to her chest, closed her eyes, and willed it to be Royce that she held when she woke.