Alpha and Omega
by K Webster
Publication Date: February 16, 2015
Synopsis
For six years, a tough wannabe guardian angel named Alpha has worked hard to prove his worth at HEA Corp. His partner, Omega, has been with him every step of the way. Known affectionately by the other ladies in their sector as Hottie and Dreamy, they’re the dynamic duo and a sure bet to become Seraph Guardians and get their wings. The elite SG protect the good souls of Earth from meeting untimely deaths.
Alpha has read her file—she’s the worst of the worst—a drug addict loser with a dark, hidden past. On his final assignment, not only do they change the rules of the game by stripping these Minders of their powers and extending the terms of their protection, but they also send in one of HEL’s top Levarthians, a spicy Latina named Lovenia, to shake things up.
Alpha and Omega know they have to keep their heads in the game and their hearts free from distraction.
But what happens when a Minder develops feelings for the one they’re supposed to protect? What happens when the rules become unclear and things aren’t what they seem?
Will Alpha and Omega fly through this one last challenge and fulfill their destiny? Or is there a warm place waiting in the basement of HEL just for them should they fail?
Excerpt
This
woman is killing me.
Literally.
I will be dead—and soon—because of
her.
Because of this tattooed,
dark-haired vixen, my life is over.
Done.
Finito.
Over.
Do I care?
Not one fucking bit. She’s worth it, and I’d do it over and over
again. I’d forsake my career, my
destiny, my life just to spend one
second more with her. Of course, I say
this now, having not yet been caught, but I know this to be true.
I will find a way to be with her for
as long as I can.
Her green eyes are liquid lust as
she grabs the hem of her wicked tank top and yanks it away from her body. Today, she’s wearing a black bra, and even
though I want to see those pink, suckable nipples, I’m very much enjoying the
view of her full tits spilling out of the top of her bra.
This woman is gorgeous. So fucking beautiful. Mine.
But for how long?
As long as she’ll have me. And as long
as they’ll let me have her.
My hands find her hips and I urge
her to push harder against my dick. The
clothes between us seem like brick fucking walls. I need her skin on mine. Now.
As she reaches behind her back to
unclasp her bra, I set to unbuttoning her jean shorts. Once she frees her breasts and tosses her bra
away, she eyes me with one brow raised.
“This is going to be pretty
difficult with clothes on,” she smiles.
I growl and roll her underneath me
in the middle of the bed. “We better fix
that, then.”
She giggles when I unzip her shorts
and pull them down with her panties. I
climb off the bed away from her and shed myself of my jeans. The boxers fall shortly thereafter, and then
I’m back in bed between her legs—this time, with my mouth.
“I need to taste you, sweet Lark,” I
murmur as my warning right before I dive in.
The moment my tongue slides between
the lips of her pussy, she arches her back off of the bed. “Holy shit!” she cries out.
My hair gets tangled in her grasp,
but it doesn’t slow my roll. I taste her
like there’s no tomorrow—because there might not be. I pleasure her as if she’s my first and
last—because she will be. I nibble her
as if she’s my last meal—I can certainly hope.
With one hand holding her hip in
place while I give her the best pleasure of her life, I slip a finger inside
her wet opening. She’s so hot, tight,
and perfect.
I curve my finger up and search for
a place sure to make her crazy. The
moment I find that elusive spot, she screams so loudly that I’m sure the
neighbors will complain. Oh wait—she is the neighbor and I don’t hear her
complaining.
I don’t have to circle her sensitive
skin with my tongue for very long before she completely and utterly
unravels. Her body quivers and violently
shakes as she gives in to the sheer pleasure of another orgasm. The first one I gave her moments ago was
sweet. This one was decadent and
sinful.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,” I
growl as I remove my finger from her body.
Her response is a ragged sigh. Green eyes are hidden behind her eyelids, and
suddenly, I need to see her.
“Lark, look at me please.” I’m not sure where my abrupt insecurity comes
from, but I have an overwhelming desire for her to want me just as badly as I
want her. To make this all make
sense. This can’t be one-sided. That would be the ultimate death for me.
She lazily blinks her eyes open and
finds mine. So perfect.
“Do you want this? Me?” I question as I cover her body with
mine. My dick, hard as stone, rests
between us.
She raises her head in search for my
lips, which will taste like her. I can’t
kiss her until I know though.
“Lar, please,” I whisper against her
eager lips.
“Yes, okay? I want this.
You. Us. Now fuck me.”
This time, my eyes close. She’s Heaven and Hell in one delicious
package.
When my eyes finally fly back open,
I meet her pleading, green ones. Then I
grab my aching cock and tease the part of her that drips for me.
“You’re mine, baby. Forever,” I tell her.
She bites her lip, seemingly
uncertain, but nods.
I’ll take that as a deal.
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