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A few words about alpha males. I am currently reading a MF werewolf story. Unusual for a MM contemporary writer, but it's written by a friend. In the story, the alpha male werewolf stalks around with muscles rippling and he is large and in charge, baby. I love the guy, but it got me thinking that i have never written a traditional alpha male -- one who both looks and acts as we expect an alpha to act. My most alpha looking heroes always have some other agenda than acting dominant. Caleb Martin, the 6'6" soccer star in Deceptive Attraction is a submissive in bed. My hunky fireman, Hunter Fallon in Fire Balls doesn't feel authentic in his role and yearns to be a teacher. He also likes to bottom! The real alpha male in that book is a tiny, pink-haired, flamboyant artist named Rodney Mansfield who is a black-belt in karate and a top if ever there was one. Maybe my two big volleyball players in Volley Balls, Gareth and Edge, come the closest to alpha male status -- but Gareth has a sweetness that is hard to deny. I guess i like the unexpected and i really appreciate nerds and beta males. I love seeing them rise to the top! Maybe one of these days i'll break out and write a full-on alpha! But meanwhile, i'll enjoy them in other people's books.
Cal bent down and opened the dishwasher door, grabbing a few plates and arranging them in the racks. He felt hands caressing his hips.
“Mmmm, I like that pose a lot. Would you like me to take advantage of it?”
Cal closed the dishwasher and rose halfway, putting his hands on the counter. It still left him bent at the waist, ass sticking out, legs wide. “Do you have to ask?”
“Hell no.” Cal waited for his sweats to come down. Nothing. He’d raised his head from his arms to glance back when a hand came in front of his face.
“Hold still.” The command in Eli’s voice snapped him to attention. He froze. A napkin appeared in front of his face. What the hell…? He started to look back. “I said don’t move.” The napkin covered Cal’s eyes, and he felt it tied tightly behind his head. He gasped. Panic or excitement? He wasn’t sure of the difference. “Just do as I say. Do you understand?”
Chills skittered up Cal’s spine. He’d always been a top. Why did he love this so much? “Yes, yes, I understand.”
He strained to hear Eli moving around. It sounded like he left the kitchen for a minute. Then strong, rough-skinned hands pulled up his shirt, grabbed his sweatpants, and yanked them down to his ankles in one motion. Oh man, this was getting better and better. He spread his legs a little more. Crap, he wanted it so bad. He tried to widen his legs, but the sweatpants pulled tight. He started to reach down to pull them away, but Eli grabbed his hand and slapped it back on the counter. “I said don’t move, boy.”
Cal obeyed instantly. Soft lips caressed his ear. “You want this bad, don’t you? You can’t wait for this hot cock in your tight ass, can you?”
Cal shook his head. A rough hand in his hair yanked his head back. “Answer me. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so bad, Eli. Jesus, I can’t wait. Put it in me, please.” It was true. Every nerve ending tingled. His butt was on fire just wanting.
“That won’t do it, baby. That’s not nearly enough to get this cock in you. Let’s hear some real begging.”
“Please, please put it in me.”
“Put what in you?”
“Your cock. Your beautiful cock.”
“You think it’s beautiful?”
“God, yes. I dream about it. I want it all the time.” Shit, it was true. “I want you, Eli. Take me, please. Take me hard, please. I’m begging, please.”
One long, hot, hard slide, and his ass was full. It hurt, and yet it felt better than anything in life. “Holy shit!” He hoped his cries didn’t wake Angel, but man, there was no help for it. Jesus H.
Eli pounded into him. “You love it, don’t you? You love having this pretty, girlie-boy’s cock ramming your ass, don’t you?” He grabbed Cal’s hair, then wrapped his other hand around Cal’s throbbing, bobbing cock. With deep, hard pulls, he milked him.
“Yes, yes. Harder, please. Please.”
Eli just kept pounding and stroking.
Oh, God. Perfect. So right. He loved this. He’d never known anyone so perfect for him. Had to come. Had to. Yes. The heat started down around his knees. Like a molten river of flame, it spread faster and faster up his groin, into his spine, and blazed up into his head and out his cock. He felt like his head came off. “Shit! Baby, baby, I love…” He panicked. No, can’t say that. Stop. He hauled back those three little letters that would end it all. “This, this, I love this.” And he felt his cock spout cum like a fire hose all over the dishwasher door.
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