The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Amy came out of the bedroom a few minutes after I linked her that it would be ready soon; she looked happy and freshly fucked. “How is Kai doing,” I asked.

“He’s still recovering, but that just means I do more of the work,” she said.

“Eww. Keep it down today.” She just smiled and got that dreamy look on her face again.

Kai came into the kitchen a few minutes later, sitting at the table. He looked exhausted, and I was sure they would be going back into their room after he ate.

I’d taken a third of the beef shoulder clod and shredded it, mixing it with BBQ sauce in the crockpot to heat up. My Unky Leo loved clod because you could get a twenty-five-pound shoulder, the part the butcher usually cut up into pot roasts, and end up with twenty pounds of meat. Wolves LOVED their proteins, and the long strands of beef with the smoke at each end were tasty. Kaiser buns, coleslaw, and baked beans completed the meal.

His three friends came in off the deck, stretching their bodies out as they did. I was watching the girls, as they checked the twins out while trying to hide that from their big brother. I tossed them Bodyglove T-shirts from my promo stash to put on before they sat down. “That smells amazing,” Larry said.

“Beef clod? That’s some home cooking, senorita!” Manuel smiled at Makani as he slid into the chair next to her, while Ricardo sat between the two. I prepared two sandwiches for each of the men, passing them to the table as the girls made sure their plates were full.

“I’ve always loved barbecue, and my Uncle taught me how to smoke meats. It was pretty common for us to plan road trips based on the barbecue joints we wanted to try,” I said. “We learned a lot of the regional specialties.”

Ricardo had taken cole slaw and stacked it on top of the beef. He took a big bite, nodding as he chewed. “Is this a homemade barbecue sauce?”

“I don’t trust the ones I can get at the Exchange, so I made my Uncle’s Texas Smoke recipe,” I said. “Is it good?”

“Vicki, all barbecue is good,” Manuel said. “I should have my dad hook you up with some sauce from the Mesquite Shack.”

“I’ll try anything once,” I said with a grin. “I don’t use much mesquite on my Traeger; it’s easy to use too much and overpower the meat. I like using oak for beef and cherry for pork.”

“With food like this, I’d marry you in a heartbeat,” Larry said as he moved on to his second sandwich. “You must have a boyfriend around.”

I felt a pang of loss but pushed it down. “No boyfriend. I thought I had a serious relationship in high school, but on Valentine’s Day, I found out he was a cheating asshole. I’ve dated since, but nothing serious.” He got a smile on his face. “And I don’t need a boyfriend now. I’ve got a busy summer, then Amy and I start college.”

Ricardo turned to Noelani, only to stop when he saw Kai glaring at him. “My sisters don’t need boyfriends either,” he said.

“You can’t control their lives from BUD/S,” Ricardo said. “They are young, kind, smart, and beautiful. Guys will be lining up for the chance to meet them.” The twins just smiled at his words.

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said. “Amy tells me you are training with a former SEAL instructor?” He was eager to change the subject, and we let him. We talked about what we were learning in the dojo and our workout routine. “It’s working; I have a tougher time pinning Amy down and having my way with her now,” Kai teased.

“KAI!” Amy smacked him and chased him back to the bedroom.

“We won’t see them until dinner,” I said as I watched them go.

“What is it like to be a swimsuit model,” Larry asked.

“I enjoy it, but there’s more work than you think,” I said. I told the boys about the long shoots, the constant pressure to be in top shape, and my growing fame. “Just going to the Navy Exchange is a two-hour trip now because of how many people recognize me.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” he said. “Fame can be fleeting, so get as much money and travel out of it while you can.”

“That’s what my Unce told me. My dream is to finish school and study sharks; I’ve got eight or so years of school ahead of me, and modeling is going to pay for it all.”

Larry looked at the twins. “Are you two going to get into the business? Is that why you’re here?”

Noelani just giggled. “We’re here to help Amy while Kai is in training. We don’t have a modeling contract, but Mercedes, that’s the Bodyglove person Vicki works for, she has given us stuff knowing we get photographed in public with her. We don’t have Amy’s amazing ass, or Vicki’s abs and legs.”

“Well, I think you are perfect,” Ricardo said as he put his hand over hers.

“We should clean up,” I said as I tossed cold water on the budding romances. “Why don’t you guys hit the hot tub again? You look like you could use it.”

“Good idea,” Manuel said. “We’ll help you first.” With the boys clearing the table, it only took a few minutes to put things away. We kept the crockpots with the meat and beans on low in case anyone wanted more later.

As I watched Ricardo and Manuel rub their partner’s necks and shoulders while they sat in front of them in the hot tub, I realized that I couldn’t get in the way of romance. They were big girls and knew what they were doing. I drew out more of their backgrounds as we soaked. Ricardo and Manuel wanted to be SEALs since they were six years old. Three-sport athletes in high school, they turned down scholarship offers to play soccer. Both graduated a semester early so they could get through boot camp in the spring; otherwise, they couldn’t have started BUD/S until next year.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Larry had joined the Navy to get away from his dead-end hometown after his parents lost their ranch. He wanted to be the best of the best, and to him, that meant being a SEAL. He’d finished a year of college before deciding that wasn’t for him.

We’d cooked in the tub long enough, I thought. “You should join us for our afternoon yoga session,” I challenged them. “It will help stretch you out and get your muscles to recover faster.”

“They won’t be able to keep up,” Makani said.

“Yeah, they aren’t as limber as we are,” Noelani said.

“We’ll be fine,” Manuel said as he looked at his brother. The three of us were laughing over the link as we set up the mats on the open portion of the patio, the lounges moved aside. We had to put three mats in front and three behind, and of course, the guys had to be behind us so we could teach them the positions. They tried hard to keep up, but it was harder than it looked.

Every time I looked at their damp swimsuits, I could tell exactly how hard it was.

The twins and I teased them mercilessly, both with our words and our bodies. I could hear the groans of frustration every time we went into “downward dog” or “standing straddle forward bend.” After thirty minutes, the guys were begging for mercy. “Thank God, you three aren’t instructors,” Larry said as he sat down, his hand covering his excitement. “I’ve never hurt so good in my life.”