Alpha Outlaws Boxed Set

Gulf of Maine, United States, Year 2020

"COME ON OUT OF THERE, Cate, or I'll break down this door! "

"Get off my boat, Outlaw! " Cate Callahan yelled as she hid in the locked engine room lavatory of the boat she'd stolen a couple of weeks ago when she'd run from the newly invoked Claiming Law.

Jude Outlaw chuckled. It was a free and easy laugh, a direct contrast to the fear running through her. She tightened her grip around the knife she held.

"Your boat, Cate? If my brothers' find out you're the one who stole it, you'll wish you were dead. They were real upset to find you gone when we came back from the Wars. Come on out of there and let's go home."

"And have the Claiming Law forced on me? No freaking way! "

Due to the death of most of the world's female population, the male majority had passed a new law to ease their sexual frustrations.

With the stroke of a pen, the newly re-formed United States government had taken away women's rights, turning women into nothing more than property. Property who could be claimed by groups of men. All that was required from men was to videotape sexual consummation with the woman they wanted and file a claim for her to the U.S. Claims Office. There was talk too that the government was toying with the idea that more than one group of men could share her during a thirty-day period. In the end, the woman would go to the largest group of men who produced the most creative sexual acts in the videotape.

She'd been sure that when Jude returned from the Wars they could hide from the new law. Her hopes were dashed two weeks ago when she'd received a telegram from him explaining he was coming home with four of his surviving brothers, Luke, Colter, Cade and Mac, and that they had agreed to help him claim her under the new law.

The man she loved with all her heart and hadn't seen in five years expected her to be a wife to five men!

In response, she'd stolen their boat in an effort to run from the insanity that now ruled the country.

"I know you're scared the government will extend the new law and that the Barlow brothers will want to claim you, too," Jude echoed her thoughts from the other side of the door.

Scared? That's an understatement.

"They're rich. They'll buy the judges," Cate hissed. She couldn't believe they were having this discussion.

"Everything will work out fine," he growled. Irritation laced his voice. Instincts told her he wasn't so sure things would work out.

"The hell it will, Jude. They bought their way out of fighting in the Wars. They can buy a judge to get to me."

Even if the Barlows didn't get her, she knew in her heart Jude wouldn't look at her the same way if she slept with his brothers. The respect between them would be gone. Their special love would end. It was best if they never participated under this new law.

"Either you come out right now or I'll lock you in until we get home. At least by then you'll be more...sociable."

A razor-sharp fear zipped along her nerves. She had no food down here. And she was overdue for her medicine. Medicine she needed badly to stay alive.

It was another reason she'd stolen the Outlaws' boat. Selling it would give her enough money to buy medicine for a long time with enough left over to help her stay in hiding.

She tensed as his footsteps headed away from where she'd taken refuge.

If he locked the hatch, she'd be at his mercy in no time flat. She had to make her move now or she would never escape.

Quietly, she unlocked the door and pushed it open just enough to get a glimpse of the man she hadn't seen for so long.

Cate's mouth dropped open in shock. Against her will, her body tightened with sexual awareness.

Heavens!  The man had filled out quite nicely.

Standing at the base of the stairs, his broad, naked back was turned to her. He stared up the staircase, appearing to be deep in thought as to whether he should follow through on his threat of locking her in. Her breath hitched as she spied his thick sinewy biceps flex and bulge while he knotted his fists with frustration.

Perhaps she'd made a serious mistake in running from him?

Even from behind, the man looked lethal.

Drop-dead gorgeous.

His sandy-brown hair was just this side of unkempt and curled nicely against the nape of his neck. He possessed a pair of wide muscular shoulders. His torso was long, his waist slim.

Low, hip-hugging jean cutoffs embraced a nice, shaped ass. His large feet were bare, his legs long with powerful-looking thighs.

Past experience proved he matched her own gentle and sweet sexual appetites, but now he was a man and not a teenager. A man, who wanted to share her with his four sex-deprived brothers.

A fresh wave of fear scrambled through her.

She would never submit to any man!  She had to show Jude she meant business. All she needed to do was scare him enough so he'd allow her to go up the stairs and onto the deck.

Mind made up and knife held high, she shot like a bullet from her hiding place. In four quick strides, she was halfway to him.

Unfortunately, he heard her coming and turned.

She moved faster.

Clasping the knife in front of her, she gasped in shock as his arm came up in a defensive move slamming into the hideous blade. The edge sliced easily into the fleshy part of his arm just below his elbow. Crimson blood splashed out of the gash. Pain flashed in his blue eyes. It shot fear and guilt through her but quickly shifted to excitement as within the blink of an eye a strong hand clamped around her wrist. He squeezed so hard her fingers instantly went numb.

She dropped the knife, and it clattered to the wood-planked floor.

Momentary shock zipped through his face when he looked at her. As if he liked what he saw, his lips curled upward. In response, her pussy throbbed with an overwhelming eagerness for his mouth to feast on her down there between her thighs. She cursed the lingering side effects of the X-virus. Sometimes the aftereffects made her react inappropriately, like she was doing now.

"Long time no see, Cate," he growled. Instantly, he pushed her up against the wall, his thick shaft pressing intimately between her legs, his bare chest squishing her breasts.

Anger, pain and lust flashed in his eyes. He bared his white teeth.

"You're going to be sorry you cut me, Cate. Very sorry."

Before she could protest, he cupped her chin firmly in his large hand and lowered his head.

Scorching lips came down upon hers with such fierceness it took her breath away. Her body awakened as one nerve after another short-circuited. Lusty heat uncurled and shot lightning bolts deep within her belly and she couldn't stop herself from kissing him back.

His sensuous lips tasted of ocean salt, and when she opened her mouth to him, she savored the taste of champagne on his rough tongue. Obviously, he'd been celebrating her capture before he'd boarded the boat!

A hand lifted the hem of her dress. Cool air brushed her sensitized clit. Hot fingers dipped between her legs and eagerly skimmed over the tight curls protecting her mons. When a firm, scorching finger slid against her clitoris, she jolted against him as a dizzying rush of blood shot straight into her vagina.

Her legs weakened and she grabbed his shoulders as if he were her lifesaver on a sinking ship.

She whimpered beneath his lusty onslaught.

At the sound, he broke the kiss and cocked an amused eyebrow at her. "No underwear? You must have been expecting me."

Her face flamed. "Don't flatter yourself." 

He grinned with a profound wickedness that made her heart thump with wild abandon.

In one fluid motion, he slid his finger between the folds of her labia. Heat seared against her vaginal walls as he dipped inside. She gasped from the pleasure.

His eyes smoldered with fiery arousal. "Never had a woman wet for me so fast. I won't have any trouble sliding my cock into you and fucking you senseless for the rest of today."

Son of a bitch!  Is that all she was to him? Just a woman he could fuck.

Anger tore through. Instinctively her foot came up and she stamped hard on his bare toes. He swore and let her loose.

She took off, scrambling up the stairs. The instant she cleared the hatch; she slammed it down with a bang.

"Got you, Jude Outlaw! " she laughed as she secured the latch.

Adrenaline roared through her, and she let out a whoop of joy.

She'd done it!  She was free!  And she had Jude Outlaw as her hostage.

"I guess my brother isn't as charming as I thought." The amused masculine voice drifted over her excitement like a cold wave.

Cate froze as a tall brown-haired man who looked a lot like Jude stepped right in front of her. He had a gun trained at her midsection.

Oh, darn!

"Don't look so shocked, Cate. My brother anticipated you'd put up a good fight, so he brought me along as backup." Amusement tipped the sides of his lips.

She didn't have time to be mad. Without warning, the familiar wave of light-headedness swept over her.

Damned cursed terrorists and their virus!  The bad effects always grabbed her when she least expected it.

Weakness zipped through her spine. Her legs buckled. She fell hard to her knees.

"That's the perfect position for a woman about to be claimed,"...