Racing The Alpha (Dirt Track Dogs #1)

by P. Jameson

  Drake lifted her up. “My turn,” he said, flipping her so she straddled his waist before sliding down in the water to wet his hair.

  He came back up, offering her the shampoo bottle which she used to gather a palmful of soap. As she ran the lather through his short strands, his eyes fell to her bobbing breasts. For his benefit, she massaged his scalp a little more vigorously.

  His erection pressed against her ass, and with a skillful twist of his hips, he was suddenly poised at her entrance.

  Ella gasped, narrowing her eyes. “How are you so damn good at this if you’ve never done it before?”

  One corner of his mouth lifted in a sly grin. “It’s not hard to know how to touch you. Not when you’re so responsive to me. But aside from that, our pack trained us in how to pleasure a female.”

  She frowned. “They did what?”

  “Pack life is different than how you were raised, Ella. Everything is done to benefit the growth of the pack. In order for numbers to grow, shifters needed to mate. Best way to guarantee mating is…?”

  “Is to guarantee pleasure.”

  He nodded, lifting her so he could slide down and rinse his hair. He came back up and his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and tugging with his teeth.

  Ella let out a moan that ricocheted off the walls of the small room.

  Drake released her with a satisfied look. “You’re all clean, baby. But all I can think about is making you dirty again.”

  “I think we know how much I like getting dirty. I race cars in the mud for fun. So.”

  His eyes traveled the length of her body until they landed on the crevice of her spread legs.

  “I think…” He shuddered. “I think I’m done waiting, sweet Ella. I think it’s time.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Drake dragged the towel across Ella’s soft, soft skin, careful to catch every drop of water. Especially the ones that had collected on her hardened nipples. Turning her, he continued from her shoulders to the small of her back, and then farther, to the crack of her beautiful ass.

  She had the finest ass. He was going to take her from behind so he could watch it move as he pounded into her. Or maybe not. Maybe he’d take her from the front so he could look into her eyes while he fucked her for the first time. Or maybe…

  Damn it. He couldn’t decide. He wanted her every way. And they’d have a lifetime to make that happen.

  He turned her again, examining his work. He’d done a good job. She was dry.

  But she wouldn’t stay that way for long.

  “On the bed,” he commanded.

  Ella crawled slowly across the mattress, popping her gorgeous ass into the air for his benefit.

  Drake smirked. He’d make her pay for that.

  Reaching out, he swatted the creamy mounds and she yelped in response. The way she bounced beneath his palm made him crazy with lust.

  “I really, really like this ass,” he rasped.

  She lowered the top her body to the bed, bringing his new favorite part into better focus.

  “And I just realized how fond I am of your palm,” she purred.

  “Is that right?” He smoothed his hand over one plump cheek and then the other.

  “Mm hm.”

  Moving lower and spreading her a little, he caught a glimpse of her wetness. He bent, dragging his tongue through her soft folds in one long lick.

  She gasped, her body already quivering.

  “Mmm. So. Fucking. Sweet.” He licked what was his again. And again. “I’m going to be inside of this tonight. I’m going to claim you so hard you’ll never be able to forget it.”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Drake pulled back to realize he was shaking. The idea that he’d found his perfect match. That she felt as strongly for him as he felt for her. That he’d get to spend the rest of his life making her happy. It was all so shattering. He wanted to cry at how amazing his life was turning out.

  He gripped her thighs, rubbing his cheek on one while he gathered himself.

  “Baby?” Ella’s tone was concerned.

  “Lie down.” He cleared his throat but it did nothing for his rattled voice. “On the pillows.”

  She did, and he kissed his way up her curvaceous body until he could feel her soft lips against his. His hand curled around her jaw, tilting her for a deeper kiss. He pulled back to stare at her. Her eyes were his anchor. They held him in place when he felt like he’d be lost at sea.

  “Are you ready for this?” he whispered.

  “So very ready.”

  Drake swept his thumb across her cheek. “When we climax, I’m going to bite you. I’ll fill you and my scent will wash over you and be permanent. Together, those two things will mark you as mine. All shifters will know you belong to me and only me.”

  The very thought made him harder than he’d ever been.

  Ella shivered, squeezing her eyes shut.

  “What is it?”

  Her lips curved in a gentle smile. “I’m still getting used to feeling the animal so strongly. But… my wolf, she really likes what you’re saying.”

  “She does, huh?” He gave a long lick to Ella’s neck and tugged her earlobe between his teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. He whispered in her ear, “Hey there, little wolf. Are you ready to be claimed by your mate?”

  A tiny growl slipped past Ella’s throat and he felt it in his cock. It was time.

  Drake spread her legs slowly, letting his palm sweep across the soft skin of her inner thigh until she was completely open to him. She was glistening and beautiful, waiting for him to be one with her. He gripped his cock and positioned himself between her legs.

  “Ella…” He didn’t want to ask, but he needed to know. He didn’t want to hurt her. “How long has it been for you?” His eyes leveled on hers, his breath held, waiting for the answer.

  “Years,” she breathed. “College was the last time I—”

  He kissed her to stop the rest of the sentence. He didn’t need to know anymore.

  “I’ll go slow at first. You tell me if it’s good or if it hurts.”

  She nodded, and he looked between their bodies to watch the entry. Sliding his aching erection along her cleft, he spread her wetness and then pressed in. She was tighter than he’d expected and his breath seized in his chest. He panted, trying to regain control. Ella’s fingers bit into his biceps intensifying the feeling.

  Drake found her eyes. They were mere slits, hooded, and filled with passion. She was so beautiful he wanted to cry.

  He plunged a little deeper, his knees shaking with restraint.

  “It’s good,” she gasped. “So good.”

  He dropped a soft kiss to her cheek, sliding farther into her tight, hot, depths.

  When he was completely sheathed, he pulled back to look at Ella. “You okay?”

  He was sweating with the urge to move. She felt so fucking amazing, his mate. His heart pounded in his chest. He was inside of his sweet Ella. Their bodies were one in this very moment, and it was the most delicious feeling.

  “Better than okay,” she moaned, still gasping at his sweet invasion.

  “I’m going to move,” he ground out.

  “Yes.”

  He drew back, slowly, luxuriously, feeling the hot slide of her body against his. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head when he thrust forward.

  Fuuuuuck.

  He trembled at the intensity of the pleasure.

  “Ella,” he groaned. “You feel amazing. I’m so fucking glad I waited for you. Fuck.” He gave another thrust, this one more powerful than the last, and it caused her thighs to squeeze around his waist.

  She moaned loudly, and Drake wanted to make her do it again. And again. He retreated and pushed deep again, watching her every facial expression. The way her eyes fluttered closed. The way her teeth came down on that plump bottom lip. The way she threw her head back as his cock pumped inside her.

  “More,” she demanded.

  His woman wa
nted more. Fuck yes, he’d give it to her.

  Gripping her thigh and pushing her leg back, he opened her up for even better access. And then he began pounding her with long hard thrusts that felt like heaven meeting hell.

  Fuck. How was he going to last? This felt better than he’d ever imagined. He’d never get enough of her body. They would do this every day. Multiple times a day.

  Drake grunted as he felt her insides contracting around him. God, she was close, but he didn’t want this to end yet, and if she came on him… he’d blow before his wolf was ready to mark.

  He pulled out, already hating the separation. But this was necessary.

  “No, no,” she panted, but he didn’t lose a moment explaining what he was doing. He just latched onto her swollen clit with his mouth, and she came apart, bucking her hips wildly and screaming his name.

  “Yeah, baby.” He grinned in satisfaction as he rose back up to fill her again.

  This time the pressure was less, but she was soaked from her orgasm, and he plunged into her with abandon, losing himself completely to his mate.

  “Ella…” he groaned. “God, Ella.”

  Her body shook with each of his thrusts and her nails raked down his back. Drake bent his head until his teeth grazed her shoulder. He’d bite her there, where her mark would peek out of her collar when she wore a shirt. He twirled his tongue over the spot before sucking on the skin.

  Ella moaned, her hand flying to his hair and tunneling in to press his face closer. “Please. Please, Drake, make me yours. For life. Please.” Her voice rose to a desperate tone. Did she have any doubt that he was going to do that very thing? “Need you… need you to mark me. Need you…”

  Drake’s animal roared within him. Wolf wanted to mark now.

  He felt everything tighten to an unbearable extreme. He took his mate’s delicate skin between his teeth and bit down, hard. Ella jerked, but he held her in the grip of his jaw, keeping her still so he could finish the claiming. His body shuddered against hers, his release filling her until she overflowed, imprinting her body with his marker. His scent surrounded them, mixing with hers and creating a bond that couldn’t be broken. Drake shook with the force of his orgasm, but his wolf was in control.

  Eventually his movement slowed and he was able to release his hold on Ella’s shoulder. Ever so gently, he licked the wound, soothing the ache of the bite.

  “Mine,” he whispered, and the reality of those words came crashing down on him with so much joy, his arms gave out.

  He eased out of her and collapsed on the bed pulling her body flush against his. He buried his face in her sweet smelling hair, savoring the softness of her skin.

  They laid there for untold minutes before either of them spoke again. Ella traced circles on his chest, dropping kisses there every once in a while.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

  “Everything is perfect.”

  “Was… was it good?” Her voice was so small, he had to look into her eyes to make sure his next words came across.

  “It was the single best moment of my life.”

  She let out a relieved breath. “Then what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing is wrong.”

  “Drake, you’re shaking. You’re…” She brushed his cheek with her finger, bringing the tear up to show him.

  He stared at the drop of liquid, trying to find the words to explain.

  “I’m just so fucking happy right now.”

  “Happy tears?”

  Drake managed a nod before his body was wracked with shivers again. Fuck. He should be embarrassed for the way he was acting right now, but… how could he be ashamed for feelings that were this intense? It would be an insult to the love he had for her.

  Love.

  He loved the fuck out of this woman. He wasn’t just committed to her for life. He was chin deep in love with her. He was sinking in it. He was going to drown in it and rise again a new creature. One where the sun rose in her smile and set in her frown.

  Drake lifted his head.

  “Look at me, woman. I need you to hear every word I’m about to say.”

  She met his gaze, still looking unsure.

  “I love you, Ella. I don’t expect you to feel the same yet, but if it takes my entire life, I’m going to make you love me back. This right here, this feeling, it’s the number one important thing in my life from here on out. My love for you. Do you understand?”

  Slowly, she nodded. Drake pulled her into his chest, his trembling hand running along the length of her spine.

  “My wolf is very happy,” she murmured. “I think she loved you from afar for a long time. Even before I came to Cedar Valley. I think she recognized you in Daddy’s stories. But now… me and the animal are one being. In harmony.”

  He pulled her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “What are you saying?”

  Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she grinned. “I’m saying my love for you would win in a race against your love for me.”

  “No way in hell.”

  A laugh burst forth, vibrating Ella’s chest. Drake wanted to hear that sound everyday for the rest of forever.

  “You know what I think?” she asked, her eyes dancing.

  He kissed her lips quickly, while they still held the remnants of her laughter.

  “What that?”

  “I think we should spend the rest of our lives trying to prove the other one wrong on this point.”

  “That,” he said, rising to his knees to hover over her. “Is a fucking fabulous idea.”

  And then he kissed her deeply, knowing this was only the beginning of a really fantastic race.

  About the Author

  P. Jameson likes to spend her time daydreaming, and then rearranging those dreams into heartstring-pulling stories of trial and triumph. Paranormal is her jam, so you’re sure to find said stories full of hot alpha males of the supernatural variety. She lives next door to the great Ozark Mountains with her husband and kids, who provide her with plenty of writing fodder.

  For more information about P. Jameson and future stories, visit www.pjamesonbooks.blogspot.com or find her on Facebook. To sign up for P. Jameson’s newsletter and receive updates on book releases go HEREor copy and paste the following link into your browser:eepurl.com/3s00L

  Other books by P. Jameson

  Ozark Mountain Shifters

  A Mate’s Denial (Book 1)

  A Mate’s Sacrifice (Book 2)

  A Mate’s Revenge (Book 3)

  A Mate’s Submission (Book 4)

  Holiday Novella

  A Mate’s Wish (Amazon)

  Read on for a sneak peek at Book 1 of the Ozark Mountain Shifters series…

  A Mate’s Denial (Ozark Mountain Shifters, Book 1)

  Chapter One

  There she was. After months of hunting, at last he had her in his sights. All he could see was the back of her honey brown head through the café window, but he was certain it was her. His wolf could sense his mate no matter how far away, but this close he could, ever so faintly, catch her scent. The fresh smell—like evergreens and cherry blossoms—made his heart thunder, his pants tighter, and everything under his skin come alive.

  Damn wolf. Now was not the time to get excited. He needed to stick to the plan. If he went in there like He-man, it could mess things up. He needed to be patient. Had to keep the wolf at bay for a little while longer.

  Trager sat back in the seat of his motorcycle and turned the engine off. He couldn’t get a good look at her from his vantage point, but he didn’t necessarily want to get closer. Too risky. He’d just wait her out. She’d have to leave sometime.

  His shades made it possible for him to spy on her in broad daylight, but unfortunately, there was only a bobbing head to be seen. He would’ve given his left nut for a view of her profile. Waiting this long left him feeling desperate.

  The amount of time he spent outside the café was measured in units of torture. By the t
ime she left the place, he was dying for even a hint at what his mate looked like. A hint other than the color of her hair. Which was fucking awesome. In his experience, brunettes were always hotter.

  Trager didn’t own a watch, and he didn’t feel like digging his phone out to check the time, but if every bob of his mate’s dark head was the equivalent of a second, he sat there for almost an hour before she finally stepped out of the café.

  Anticipation made his breath catch in his throat. A truck whizzed by, obscuring his view for more seconds than he could possible tolerate. Fisting his hands, he waited, heart thundering…

  Finally, he got a look at her, and the first thing he noticed was what she wore. Khakis. A pale pink polka-dotted shirt, sensible shoes, and khakis. He was appalled, but then a grin inched one side of his mouth upward. He’d like to get her out of those drab clothes. Peel every stitch off slowly, revealing her luscious body one centimeter at a time, until there was all skin and zero fabric.

  Trager swallowed hard. His smile slipped and he gripped the handle of his bike to keep steady.

  She was going to reject him. It had been prophesied by the Elders when he was still a pup, that his mate would deny him, that he would never find love, that he would never have young.

  That single foretelling rendered him useless to the pack. A male who couldn’t secure a mate? One who couldn’t produce offspring? Even though he’d been too young to do much more than simply survive pack life, he was the weakest link and therefore expelled. Or as he liked to think of it, tossed on his ass.

  He’d spent so much of his life hoping the Elders were wrong. Now, he needed them to be. And not because his mate was beautiful beyond words, with a body he’d love to spend a lifetime learning to master. No, he needed them to be wrong because his pack—the very ones who’d betrayed him—was in danger.

  And she was the only one who could save them.

  His plan had to work. There was much more at stake than the future of his love life.

  Her scent drifted over to him, a thousand times stronger than it had been when she was still inside. His wolf shuffled under his skin, wanting out, because he knew Trager wasn’t going any closer to her. Wolf wanted to get cozy, and Trager wouldn’t mind either, but he had to take it easy.