Alpha's Desire Page 11

  She’s panting. “Go slow.”

  I lean over and trail my lips between her shoulder blades. “I will, baby. Does it feel good?”

  “Sort of. Yes. Yes, daddy.”

  Oh fates. It’s all I can do not to rock back and slam in deep, but I hold back, sweat gathering at my forehead, my thighs shaking with the effort.

  Need her, need her, need her.

  I ease back a little, then seat my cock again, paying attention to her reaction.

  A wanton moan.

  I repeat the action.

  “Jared.” The slight alarm that tinges her voice tells me she’s getting close to orgasm.

  I pump into her ass, slow and steady, smooth predictable strokes.

  Her breath grows shorter, a little moan coloring each exhale. “Need. Jared. I need—”

  “I know what you need, baby.” I grip her hips and fuck harder, making my strokes shorter.

  She lets out the cutest uh-uh-uhs and my world starts to spin. My vision changes, mouth grows wet with saliva. Without thinking, I let my fingers dig into her hips to hold her still for my onslaught.

  “Is this what you needed?”

  “Yes!” she gasps. “Yes, please.”

  “Take it, Angelina. Take my big cock in your tight little ass. Take everything I have to give you.” I finger fuck her pussy, three fingers sliding in and out, the heel of my hand grinding over her clit.

  She screams and clenches hard around my cock, wrenching my orgasm from me. I lose all control, pounding into her as the most intense release of my life plows through me like a fucking hurricane.

  When I open my eyes, I’m draped over Angelina, fingers still buried in her pussy, cock still in her ass. Our breath moving in perfect synchronicity.

  I rock into her, undulate my fingers to finish us off, laying a thousand kisses along her neck, her ear, her cheek, her back. I’m humbled. Grateful.

  In love.

  Fuck.

  I’m totally, hopelessly in love with this girl.

  The one I can’t have.

  9

  Jared

  The crew from San Diego is even twitchier than usual. Parker bounces on the balls of his feet, his focus pinging around the warehouse. Laurie’s stutter is worse. Declan has a wild aggression pouring off him.

  “So full disclosure—” Parker sucks his lower lip into his mouth. “We’re totally shut down for the moment in San Diego. I got picked up on gambling charges, but they couldn’t make it stick.”

  “It was a catch and release,” Declan declares with a reckless grin. “Shakin’ us down to see who’s involved.”

  Trey and I shoot a glance at each other. “So they busted up a fight?” Trey asks.

  “Not exactly,” Parker explains. “Two humans show up like they’re going to slide right in. They didn’t make it through the doors, of course. The bears took it upon themselves to teach the fellas a lesson, so they flashed their badges.

  “The place cleared out in minutes, and I was left to talk to them. They brought me in, but I knew they had nothing on me.”

  “Yeah, but now they have your identity in their system.” Trey frowns.

  Parker shakes his head. “We have false identities Sam tells us are ‘airtight.’ It probably was just local cops. If the feds involved with Data-X traced it back, I’d already be dead.”

  “M-m-m-maybe,” Laurie says, flapping his long slender fingers. “Maybe not. We don’t know. Better to lie low in Tucson for a spell.”

  I nod, slowly. “Sure. We can put you up here. No problem. You helped Sam. I’m sure our alpha will provide pack protection.”

  “Th-th-thank you.” Parker bobs his head.

  “I wonder if Kylie can scrub that police record,” Trey muses to me.

  I nod. “Will you ask her?”

  He pulls out his phone and starts texting.

  “You’ll have to meet our alpha, Garrett,” I say. “I’ll text him to arrange it.”

  A thread of unease runs through me. Am I bringing danger to the pack by starting this shifter fight club? I sure as hell hope not.

  But it fits right in—my violence always makes me danger to the people in my life.

  You just have to figure out how the warrior fits into modern day times. You’re still the knight.

  Angelina believes I’m the fucking knight. But is this the way I serve in modern times? Somehow a fight club and illegal gambling doesn’t quite seem like something Angelina could tell her parents about.

  And goddamn if I don’t still harbor some tiny hope I can make this work with her. But I’ll never be able to if I can’t figure out a way to be her knight.

  Agent Dune

  He pulls his ball cap lower over his brow and shuffles past the warehouse. His dingy old t-shirt reeks of cheap alcohol. A large styrofoam cup of watered down liquor in his hand completes the derelict image. He’s been casing the place for a few hours. The warehouse is like any other in an industrial area near the railroad tracks south of Downtown Tucson.

  This is where he followed Parker and the other two from his screen captures.

  He couldn’t get close enough to hear their conversation inside, but it was easy enough to guess what was going on. They’re setting up cage fights in a new city. So all he has to do is keep an eye on them and slip into the next fight.

  Because he has a feeling whatever he sees going on in that cage is going to make things a helluva lot clearer.

  10

  Angelina

  I fit a pair of hoops through my earlobes and rub my lip glossed lips together, looking in the mirror. Jared’s already at the club working—he’s eased off sticking with me every second of the day, but it’s Saturday night and I’ll be down there to dance in an hour.

  My limbs are loose, my butt still tingles and I’m sore in several key places from the spanking and sex Jared gave me before he left.

  He said if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stand watching me dance up on the box tonight. That he’d tear the heads off all the guys who looked at me and the spanking I’d get after would be way worse.

  It’s so wrong that I want to tempt that fate. Because every minute I’m with Jared brings the sharp pain of knowing we can’t be together, even though we’re perfect for each other. With him, everything is easy. He gets me. Makes me laugh with his teasing, knows when to be serious. Understands what makes me tick—more than I do, I sometimes think.

  And sex with him?

  Better than dancing.

  The first time I had sex was the summer after I graduated from high school. I told my boyfriend at the time it was almost as good as dancing. Needless to say, he was totally offended.

  But the sex with Jared goes way beyond anything I’ve done with or to my body. It’s more artistic than a quadruple pirouette. More satisfying than the best choreographed piece. He lays me bare. Not just my body, but my very being—who am I at the core—and then he honors me. Pleasures me. Gives so much while he takes it all.

  I sketched out my ideas for the warehouse, as he demanded. And I even made a list of dancers I’d like to ask to participate. I couldn’t quite bring myself to ask them, though. Because where would we rehearse? When? We’re all busy with the faculty’s stupid dances.

  We’ve also carefully avoided the topic of our relationship. Like we both have this unspoken agreement to just enjoy this time while we have it.

  But I know when he walks away, when the two weeks are up and he cuts me loose, I’m going to be begging to have my memories erased.

  Because I won’t be able to live with the pain of what I’ve lost. What I can’t keep.

  I grab my purse and hook it over my shoulder before I step out the door. My body’s already tingling with the excitement of seeing its master again.

  When I leave to pick up Talya and Remy I can scarcely believe it’s only been one week since the crash. My whole world has changed. I’ve changed.

  I pull up in front of Remy’s first and she comes out—all aglow with excitem
ent. And she hasn’t even hooked up with a hot dominant werewolf who insinuates himself into the very fabric of her being.

  But she’s like me, I guess. More excited by this dancing than what we have at school.

  “How’s it going, girl?” she sings as she slides into the front passenger seat. “Ready to rock it?”

  “You know it.” I take off before she’s buckled her belt. “Remy, do you have more fun with this dancing than school?”

  “Hell, yes!” She doesn’t even hesitate.

  “Why, do you think?”

  “Oh my God, so many reasons.” She starts ticking off on her fingers. “I get to insert my own creativity in the process, we have a live and appreciative audience who aren’t all over eighty, I get to dance with my best friends, there’s no one breathing down my neck telling me I’m doing it wrong, there’s no one standing in the wings dying to stab me in the back to take my place… shall I go on?” She casts a look at me. “Why? What are you thinking?”

  I shrug, deciding whether to hold back the words that have already tumbled to the tip of my tongue. “What would you think about doing a full length show? Like something super out there but totally entertaining? One part Cirque du Soleil, one part Blue Man Group, one part… I don’t know, what we do at Eclipse?”

  “Hell, yeah!” Again, there’s no hesitation. I pull up in front of Talya’s house and when she gets in, Remy says, “Angelina’s going to choreograph a full length show for us. Total performance art badass shit.”

  “Well, wait. I’m just thinking about it,” I splutter.

  Talya leans forward from the back seat. “Do it! I’m totally in. One hundred percent.”

  The twitters of excitement that I’ve flirted with ever since I first voiced my dream out loud to Jared flare up, flapping their wings so fast I lose my breath. “You are? Both of you?”

  “Are you kidding?” Remy laughs. “I’d drop out of school and follow you anywhere to do this work. In a heartbeat. If you said we’re going to take this show on a tour of the country in a VW bus, I’d organize the bake sale to fund it.” She grins. “I’ve been dying for you to do more work like this.”

  “Me too.” Talya smacks my shoulder. “I can’t wait! When do we start?”

  “Um, well, I have to find us a space to rehearse in. And to perform. I want it to be an ongoing show—not just a weekend or two, but every weekend. Something that goes on the list of Things To Do in Tucson. Something we could make real money from—paid performances.”

  “Okay, then I will have to worry about someone standing in the wings to take my place,” Remy says, but there’s a laugh in her voice. “That would be freaking amazing. My parents would die—they’ve always said I’ll never make any money as a dancer.”

  “Same,” Talya says.

  “Same,” I agree. “Let’s prove them wrong.”

  Jared

  I scent the moment Angelina enters the club. You might say that’s impossible in a club filled with over one hundred moving, sweating bodies, but it’s true.

  My wolf instincts kick into high gear and I whirl around, turn predator the moment I catch sight of her.

  Oh fates, she’s wearing those short shorts. And a fucking halter top. The kind that ties right between her breasts and leaves nothing to the imagination.

  Which can only mean one thing—she wants me to spank her again.

  Heat coils in my belly, streaks down my spine. I stalk through the club.

  She’s not a wolf, but her instincts are still good. She turns in my direction and we lock eyes. Her hair is in goddamn pigtails tonight, beautiful auburn fountains where she usually wears the cinnabons.

  The second I get to her, I reach my hands under her armpits. She somehow intuits exactly what I’m going to do, because she springs up, her lithe little dancer’s body attaching itself to mine, muscular legs wrapping around my waist.

  “Hi ladies.” I wink at her friends. “I’m going to borrow your girl for just a few minutes.”

  One of them waggles her brows while the other gives us the wiggly finger wave. “Have fun!”

  I carry her right back to the storeroom. The place where this all started. I’m praying it doesn’t remind her of how we left things after I got her off. Because I only want to make my girl hot right now.

  The door doesn’t lock, but I carry her back behind the stacks of boxes, where no one will see us, even if they come in. “Baby, what are you wearing?” I growl.

  She grins up at me, pure impish pleasure on her beautiful face.

  My hands coast all over her ass, around the curves, between her legs, under the shorts. “You’re going to have my handprints all over this ass for all to see. Is that what you wanted, baby?” I nip her shoulder, flick her earlobe with my tongue.

  She gives one of those sweet blushes. “I didn’t think about that part.”

  “Oh you didn’t?” I rub firmly between her thighs, make her dampness soak through her satin panties. “But you knew you’d get spanked, right?”

  She lifts her face to mine, her breath warm on my face. “Oh, I knew.” Damn that husky tone makes me want to throw her over a couple boxes and pound into her until she screams.

  A little more finesse, buddy.

  “You’re making it hard for me, baby. I really want to mark you so every fucker out there knows you belong to me.” I’m palming her ass with both hands, kneading the firm flesh with a hard, possessive grip.

  A moment of insecurity flashes in her eyes and I curse our fucking situation. If she were a wolf, she’d already be marked. Permanently.

  “But I don’t want to embarrass you, either.” I yank her up over the bulge in my pants and let her slide back down to her feet slowly. “So maybe I’ll settle for a good, hard fuck. And a few spanks where they can’t see them.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Jesus, Angelina, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  “Um…”

  “Do you?” I growl, spinning her around. I open her shorts and shove them, with her panties, down her legs.

  “Y-yes?”

  “You do?” I pull her hands behind her back and pin them with one hand. Putting my foot up on a box of wine, I fold her torso over my knee and smack her ass. “Let’s see…” I lay three hard smacks right in the middle of her cheeks. “They won’t see here.” Three more.

  She lets out a cute little gasp and moans.

  I stroke between her legs. Juicy wet. Pure heaven. Need slams through me even harder, but I push it back.

  “They won’t see here.” I slap her pussy.

  “Oh God, Jared. Please.”

  Oh God, Angelina. And shifters don’t even worship the god with a capital G. But hearing her beg me in that needy tone does something crazy to my insides. I have a finger wedged inside her before I even decide to do it. She struggles against my hold on her wrists, grinding her hips back into me to take my digit deeper.

  I pull my finger out and slap her pussy again. “No, I said a hard fuck. That’s what this naughty pussy deserves. Tempting me all over again when I just fucked her raw a few hours ago.”

  I slap her ass a few more times, then pick her up and sit her on top of a stack of boxes, waist height. Eyes glazed, she spreads her knees wide for me.

  “That’s right,” I growl, freeing my erection from my jeans. “Spread those milky white thighs wider. Show me where I’m going to pound.”

  She reaches down and spreads her pussy wide with her fingers and I nearly cum all over my hand.

  “Fuck, Angelina. How in the hell do you think I’m going to keep my sanity tonight? Knowing this sweet little pussy’s hiding right there, under those shorts?” I fumble to get a condom on.

  She rubs herself and whimpers.

  I grab her wrist. “Uh uh. Mine.” I line up with her entrance and ease in. “Mine, mine, mine, mine.” I slap my loins into the cradle of her legs, getting deep inside her.

  She’s tippy on the boxes, and she grabs my forearms to keep from falling back.
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  I growl and shove another stack of boxes behind the one she’s on, lay her back. “How’s that baby?”

  “P-perfect.” Her teeth chatter with my thrusts, because I can’t stop giving it to her hard, marking her in the only safe way I can.

  “Squeeze those nipples. Pinch them hard. This is punishment, baby. Daddy’s going to make it hurt before I make it better.”

  She laughs, throaty and sweet. “Too late. It’s already good… so good.”

  I can’t help but smile back, because she’s so damn adorable. Sweat gathers at my brow and my muscles strain, but I don’t ever want it to stop. “Guess I’ll have to fuck your ass again when we get home,” I threaten.

  She orgasms, her pussy tightening and releasing around my cock.

  I thrust deeper. Harder. Faster. “Yeah, you’re definitely taking it in the ass later. I never said you could come.”

  Her eyes roll back in her head, mouth opens in a silent scream. I clench my teeth, balls tightening up. I close my lips around my own roar and bury myself deep inside her. I lean forward and attack one of her breasts, pulling it out of her halter top and bra, sucking, squeezing, kissing.

  Biting.

  She arches up into my mouth with a mewl.

  “Fuck, I want to take your ass right now.” I reach under her ass and find her back pucker with the pad of my middle finger.

  Her pussy squeezes again, milking the last drops of cum from my johnson.

  The storeroom door opens and I pull her down, quickly, hiding our bodies behind the boxes.

  She laughs silently as we yank our clothing back in place. I fall on her mouth, kissing away her lip gloss and squeezing her ass. I can’t get enough of this girl—even fresh off an orgasm.

  “Fates, I think I will have to give you the belt tonight. I’m going to be harder than marble all night watching you.”

  She looks up and blinks. “Do your eyes change color?” She sucks in a quick breath. “I thought I saw that once before. Is that your wolf?”

  I go perfectly still, staring down at her. “Are they yellow?”