Free Winning the Alpha by Carina Wilder Page B

like a Michelangelo sculpture.
    He was beautiful.
    And he was also stark naked.
    Against my wishes my eyes strayed to the place between his legs where his penis , which was even more impressive than Craig’s, hung against his thigh. I only looked up at his face when he brought me out of my stunned stupor by stepping towards me. I thought, although it must have been my imagination, that I saw his cock twitch as though blood were rushing to it in response to a sensual stimulus. Had my jaw been allowed to go any more slack I would have drooled; I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything in my life as I wanted him in that moment.
    Men are supposed to be the superficial visual ones, the ones who care so much about looks. But the gorgeous creature in front of me made every nerve in my body respond; my nipples went hard under my t-shirt. I have no doubt that both men could see them, though at least that could be blamed on the cold night air. What was happening between my legs was thankfully hidden from view: I felt a warm wetness and an ache between my legs as my pussy pleaded with me to seduce the dark-haired man with the perfect body and delectable cock. I willed my body to stop being so bossy. It kept telling me to take him, and I kept arguing that I couldn’t. Cruel body, cruel desire. Cruel fate.
    “ Nikki,” said Tristan, breathing hard and seeming to calm himself after his change. “We were just…having a dispute.”
    Craig said, “ As wolves sometimes do,” as he glared sideways at his packmate. “It seems that there are some producers who don’t know their place or who’s the star of the reality show.” His voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. This wasn’t the charming, slightly meat-headed man who’d been posing for the cameras. This was an angry, feral wolf of a man, the sort that my mother had warned me about. Had I not come along I have no idea what he might have done to Tristan, though given the producer’s size I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been the victor in this match.
    “I’m so sorry, both of you” I said, looking at the ground for fear of allowing my eyes betray my desire. “I heard something. But if I’d known it was you two I would never have come down. I’ll go back to bed.”
    I turned on my heels and walked quickly inside and toward the staircase. A moment later a hand was on my arm and I was turned around with an insistent but gentle hand.
    “Nikki.”
    Tristan was standing directly in front of me, looking down into my face. I thought for a second that he might kiss me. His hand let my arm go but moved up to my cheek, and he stroked it a few times before letting his arm fall to his side. He made no effort to cover himself; instead he stood displayed in all his glory only a few inches from me, his breath heating my skin with its delicate caress.
    “Yes, you’d better go to bed,” he said.
    “I will…I’d like to know what you were fighting about, but I’ll leave that for another day.” I turned away, but not before noticing that his cock had grown, thickening and lengthening into the most delicious and impressive member that I’d ever beheld, and pointing directly at me. To say that I would have liked to get on my knees in front of him would be the greatest understatement in history. It took all my willpower to move away from him, and I only did so because I knew I’d be kicked off the show if I didn’t, which meant that I would probably never see him or his magnificent body again. At least if I controlled myself now, there was a chance that things could go back to normal.
    As I walked up the stairs, a huge smile spread across my features and the wetness between my legs increased. Oh. My. God.

Eight:
Baring my Soul
     
     
    The following morning was my first private interview on camera. A few girls were called into the mysterious soundproof room before me and while I waited, I had the requisite makeup plastered to my face and was given clothing to