Alphas' Mate

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STORY EXCERPT

Lacey Roberts walked into her godmother's sitting room and came to an abrupt halt, her smile frozen in place as lust slammed into her. The sight of the four men who stood just a few feet away, their eyes like blue lasers aimed at her, filled her with such an intense longing, it took her breath away.

This is where I belong.

Before she could process the ridiculous thought, she heard a low dangerous sound come from their direction. She automatically looked down, thinking she'd heard a dog growling. Seeing nothing, her eyes widened when she realized it came from them. Growls?

She'd been called pretty, beautiful even but she's never had men look at her the way these men did, as though they would eat her alive. And none had ever growled at her. She felt almost hunted.

They had to be Nana's grandsons. She'd told Lacey about them and described them, but had severely understated their dark good looks.

Something about them pulled at her, physically pulled at her, and she was surprised to discover she actually wanted to run to them and throw herself in their arms. Barely resisting temptation, she watched them warily, not at all comfortable with her uncharacteristic response to them. Her skin prickled with awareness and suddenly there didn't seem to be enough air in the room.

Their eyes roamed over her from head to toe, making her skin tingle as though they'd actually stroked her. Her nipples throbbed and pebbled and she had to fight not to cover them. Amazed at the sudden flow of moisture from her slit, she squeezed her thighs tight, her hands fisting on the purse she held in front of her. She looked at each of them in turn, amazed at the low growls that rumbled from their chests.

What the hell? The more they growled, the wetter her panties got. The more her insides fluttered. The hotter she became.

She couldn't speak. She just stood there for what seemed like an eternity, her brain numb as her body came to life. Instinctively, she took a step back, confused, nervous and more than a little overwhelmed.

"Lacey, come here and let me see you," her godmother called out.

She blinked, having completely forgotten her godmother's presence. Shakily, she carefully gave the men a wide berth and deliberately focused on her godmother. She had to clear her throat before she could speak. "Hi, Nana. I hope you don't mind the surprise. I didn't know I could make it until last night."

"Oh, Lacey. I'm so glad you could come. I was afraid you might have to work. It's so good to see you. I've missed you so much."

Lacey could actually feel the men's gazes on her, heating her skin and causing curious little tingles wherever they touched. When her godmother released her, she turned, unsurprised to find that all four of them had their eyes on her. She hurriedly sat in one of the vacant chairs next to Nana. As she watched their approach, the possessive looks on their faces puzzled the hell out of her. They hadn't even been introduced yet.

Her godmother's voice bubbled with delight. "Lacey, these are my grandsons. I've told you about them. I'm so excited that all of you finally meet. This is Lars."

When one of the men stepped forward, she hesitantly put her hand in his outstretched one. Heat raced up her arm and she gasped and attempted to pull away, but his other hand closed over hers, holding her trembling one cupped between them. Struggling to breathe normally while her heart nearly pounded out of her chest, she stopped fighting his firm but gentle grip. The large hands holding hers felt hot as he stared at her hungrily, making the casual gesture far too intimate.

"It is a great pleasure to finally meet you, Lacey. You have no idea how long I've waited to meet you."

Lacey shivered at his tone, something in it sending up warning flags. She didn't understand his emphasis on the 'you'.

She knew Lars to be the oldest, but remembered that only months separated them in age. Jesus, he had to be one of the most beautiful men she'd ever laid eyes on. Shiny black hair just barely touched the collar of his white dress shirt. The white shirt was a sharp contrast to his olive skin. The way he dressed made her wonder if he was the one with the business interests.

His lips curved, making her long to press her own against them. Her body vibrated with the need to feel his body pressed against hers.

She blinked, dragging her gaze from his and averting her eyes. Finally managing to extricate her hand from his much larger one, she smiled faintly in his direction, fighting the urge to bolt. "It's nice to meet you. Nana has told me so much about all of you."

She glanced at her godmother, trying to shake off whatever hold he seemed to have on her. The older woman looked thoughtful and not just a little unsettled. Lacey wondered what she'd missed. "Have I come at a bad time? If you want me to go—"

"No!"

She jumped as all four men and her godmother exclaimed simultaneously.

The older woman reached out and patted her hand. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course we're happy you're here. I wanted my grandsons to finally meet you. What a wonderful birthday gift!"

Lacey looked at each of them warily. "If you're sure I won't be in the way—"

"Of course not. Now let me introduce you to my other grandsons. This is Damien."

Lars looked reluctant to step back as she greeted Damien, even scowling as Damien nudged him aside.

"Hello, Lacey. I'm so glad you're here," Damien told her and she stiffened at the jolt of heat again as he took her hand in his and touched his lips to it.

Trembling, she tightened her thighs against the raging need building inside her.

Jesus, he was potent. His gaze raked over her, heating every inch of her skin in its path. Wicked intent shone in his eyes, making her glad they had an audience. His black hair, longer than the others, hung loose, giving him a wild look. His striking good looks only enhanced the aura of danger surrounding him. She'd be willing to bet that he was the one who played the stock market, the gambler.

She couldn't take her eyes from Damien's face and saw the flare of his nostrils as he breathed deeply again. A low growl sounded deep in his throat and every erogenous zone on her body tingled with awareness.

His mouth curved and she realized belatedly that she'd been staring at his lips. He chuckled, the sound of it sending her heart racing and making her palms sweaty. The knowledge that he knew exactly what he did to her glittered in his eyes. Startled by her reaction, she struggled to gather her thoughts. "I wasn't sure if I would make it. This is the first time I've been able to come for Nana's birthday."

Damien brought her hand to his lips again, his eyes full of sympathy. "Yes, I'm very sorry about your grandmother. We should have come with grandmother for the funeral. But I promise that I'll always be here for you from now on."

Damien frowned when another of the men pushed him aside, and Lacey heard another of those low growls emanate from his chest. "I'm Weston. Wes. I'm very happy to meet you, Lacey. I'm also sorry about your grandmother. Damien's right. We should have been there for you."

"Don't worry about it. You didn't even know me."

Wes's eyes darkened and his voice lowered seductively. "I know you now. I'll know you better. You'll never have to be alone again."


ADULT EXCERPT


Hands and mouths touched her everywhere, all at once.

Strong hands moved over her thighs and abdomen. Someone licked her toes. Open-mouthed kisses rained up and down her legs. Lars cupped a breast, his thumb moving over her nipple, while he nuzzled her jaw. Damien interlaced his fingers with hers, lifting her arm over her head as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it.

Drowning in indescribable sensation, she gave no thought to objecting. Her cries and moans filled the room as they gave attention to every inch of her exposed flesh.

She heard low growls coming from each of them. Instead of scaring her, they only aroused her more. She'd never felt so primal, so needy that nothing mattered except the pleasure. With her legs spread wide, she knew Wes and Seth looked at her slit. She could actually feel their gazes caressing her swollen folds. She couldn't keep from crying out when she felt her pussy lips being spread.

"I've got to taste her," she heard Wes say in a voice that made her shake even more. "Her scent is driving me crazy."

Her juices literally flowed from her now, her clit so needy that even Wes's warm breath caressing it felt like a stroke.

Lars lifted his head and looked down at her, his face a mask of tortured need. He spoke to his brother but his eyes never left hers. "Hurry up. I can't wait to mate her. Her scent is making me so crazy, my dick is going to explode."

Damien lifted his mouth from her breast and nipped her bottom lip. "One day soon, I'm going to spend hours just feasting on you."

"We all are," Lars growled, smoothing her damp hair back from her face. "You belong to us. Once we mate you, everyone will know who you belong to. We'll never let you go."