Destined to the Alpha Read online Olivia T. Turner (Alphas In Heat #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alphas in Heat Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“I can’t wait.” I can’t wait for it all. Little hugs, cartoons, wrestling. I’m even excited for the hard stuff like diapers and crying.

But most of all, I can’t wait to see Kimberly as a mother.

She looks at the time and frowns. “We have to leave soon.”

“Let’s not go,” I say as I lie back down on the couch and pull her on top of me. I groan when I feel her big swollen breasts pressing into my chest. They’ve gotten bigger over the past few weeks and I’ve been enjoying them while I still can. In three months, they’ll be my son’s for a while.

“We have to go,” she says as her sandy-brown hair tickles my face. “It means so much to Blake.”

I sigh as I wrap my arms around her, not wanting to move. The fire station is finally finished after all the repairs. We have a new roof to go along with the new walls, new truck, and most importantly, new vending machine. Those dragons really did a number on our second home, but at least we got them back for it.

“I’d rather stay here and enjoy my mate’s new thick body.”

I move my hands down to her ass as she laughs.

“You call my body thick one more time and the only thing you’ll be touching is my fist with your nose.”

“You know I love it,” I whisper as I start pulling up her dress. I slide my hand back over her ass and groan when I see that she’s not wearing any panties.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” I say when I feel the moisture between her legs. “We’re not leaving now. No fucking way.”

She gets up and straddles me. “We’re going,” she says as she starts grinding her pussy on my erection. “But we can be a bit late…”

I grin as I reach down and pull my hard cock out. “I like the way you think.”

She slides it inside her tight warm hole and we both moan like the sex-crazed maniacs we are. My girl starts sliding up and down my hard cock, coating it in her warm cream as I grab the top of her dress and pull it down. Her big tits tumble out and I feel my blood start to boil when I see a drop of milk leaking from her hard nipple.

I get up and suck on it, drinking it down as she rides on top of me.

“How late can we be?” I ask with a gasp when I finally pull away.

“A few hours,” she moans. Her big tits are jerking up and down as her hair bounces around. “As long as we’re there before dinner.”

“How about dessert?”

I dig my face between her tits and she moans loudly as she starts to cum. Her pussy clamps down on me and a flood of warm juice slides down my pole, making a mess on my balls.

That’s one. I know from experience that she’s good for at least five.

“Okay,” she says in a breathless tone. “We’ll show up at dessert.”

I grab a hold of her and spin her around until I’m on top of her, fucking her in the missionary position.

“That means we only have five hours,” I say as I hit her with long hard thrusts that jerks the couch into the side table. The lamp falls over with a crash but we don’t even slow down to look. “Is that enough time?”

I start to feel the building of an orgasm. It tingles in my balls and then starts to surge its way up.

“Not nearly,” she moans. “We’ll just have to savor every moment.”

I thrust deep into her pussy and cum hard. She cries out as my cock pulses inside her, emptying every last drop of cum that’s been building up all day.

We don’t miss a beat. We just keep going at.

After all, we only have four hours and fifty-two minutes left…

Epilogue

Kimberly

Fifteen years later…

“Bet you ten bucks that Dylan’s team wins.”

Westin turns to me with a grin. “Let’s make it twenty.”

“Deal.” We shake hands and after all these years, I still get that tingly electric feeling whenever I touch him.

We turn back to the soccer game in front of us and begin cheering for our sides. We have six kids and they’re all boys. Yup. I live with seven males. Seven.

Every piece of furniture in my house is broken, I’ve broken up more fights than I can count, and I can’t get through a meal without one of them farting, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I love my boys more than life itself.

They’re playing soccer on the back lawn, three on three, as Westin and I watch with our wine. Dinner is cooking in the large commercial oven that we had to put in. I have enough food cooking to feed a regular human soccer team, or six growing bear shifters, a full-grown grizzly bear shifter, and his curvy wife instead.


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