Alpha Possessed

by Olivia T. Turner

  He really is a shifter…

  No man is that strong. Or that fast. Or that protective.

  It hits that this man is in this fight for me. To protect me from these two killers who had something menacing planned.

  The fight starts to get everyone’s attention and the people on the patio leap up to watch. The door to the inside opens and someone yells “Fight!”

  I rush over to the railing as dozens of people rush out to watch.

  Cameron takes a few punches from the small guy, but he shakes each one of them off. And he gives more than he gets.

  People cheer as Cameron grabs the back of baldy’s neck and slams his elbow into his face over and over and over again until the ridge of his nose splits into a bloody mess. Even then he doesn’t stop.

  “If I see any of you around my girl again,” he shouts as he lets go of the bald guy and he falls to his knees, “I’ll kill you. I’ll murder your whole pack in their sleep.”

  The big guy gets up, his feet crunching on the broken glass, and yanks off his cut. He quickly pulls off his boots, jeans, and then starts shaking violently.

  “What the hell?” I gasp as brown fur sprouts from his neck. With a loud tear, a huge terrifying wolf explodes out of him, shredding the rest of his clothes to pieces.

  “Cameron, watch out!” I scream as the wolf starts charging at him.

  He turns and raises his arm just in time as the wolf leaps through the air with his deadly jaws open. His white teeth are huge and look razor-sharp.

  I’m already terrified that something bad is going to happen to Cameron. The intense bonding feelings click into place and in this moment, I know without a doubt that he is my mate.

  The wolf’s powerful jaws sink into Cameron’s thick forearm and he lets out a roar that sounds like it’s half anguish, half fury.

  Blood pours down his arm, dripping off his fingers as he struggles to pry the wolf’s mouth off him. When that doesn’t work, he swings his huge arm and slams the wolf into the concrete. It takes three crunching slams, but the wolf finally lets go and flees back to the bikes.

  “It’s Cameron!” I hear Jacob yell as he, Easton, and Roman come onto the patio with all of the other onlookers.

  The three of them rush by me and leap over the railing to help out.

  But they’re too late. The two Lone Wolf Mercenaries are back in their human forms and starting their Harleys as quickly as they can. With a rumble, they fly out of the parking lot like their lives depend on it. And by looking at Cameron’s flexed back and the fierce way he’s breathing, they do.

  Now that the fight is over, everyone starts to make their way back inside to get back to their drinks. I’m the only one still watching from the railing as Easton walks over to the dented truck and picks up the leather cut off the ground.

  “Lone Wolf Mercenaries,” he says as he holds it up to show the others.

  “I told you that girl was up to no good,” Jacob says with a pissed off look on his face.

  I gulp as Jacob, Easton, Roman, and Cameron all turn to look at me. I wave awkwardly as they stare me down, each with a different expression on their face. Jacob looks pissed as usual to see me, Roman looks impressed, Easton looks amused, and Cameron looks like he’s never seen anything so beautiful in all of his life.

  I should go talk to them… Try to smooth this out.

  They’re watching as I climb over the railing, trying to be as graceful as they were, but these stupid cowboys boots have some kind of vendetta against me and I slip and fall onto my ass.

  Easton snorts out a laugh but then decides to quickly get back to his beer inside when Cameron shoots him a warning glare. Roman follows him in as Cameron rushes over to help me off the concrete.

  I take his hand and he pulls me up easily. “Thanks,” I say as my cheeks burn red.

  “Why were those two after you?” Jacob asks as he charges over.

  “I don’t know,” I say with a nervous shrug. “I’ve never seen them before in my life.”

  “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Jacob warns.

  Cameron snarls as he turns to him. He grabs his shirt and gets right in his face. “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. I’m warning you, Jacob. This is my girl. I’ll take care of it.”

  “You keep her in check,” he says as he slaps Cameron’s hand away. “We don’t need this kind of heat. Not anymore.”

  My man is fuming as his brother storms back inside the bar, slamming the door closed behind him.

  “I don’t think he likes me,” I say in the understatement of the century.

  “He’s just jealous,” Cameron says as he squeezes his hands in and out of fists. “He’s been desperate to find his mate for years and now that I have mine… I guess he can’t handle it.”

  “So, we really are mates?” I ask with a gulp.

  He gently takes my hand. “Of course. Haven’t I proven that by now?”

  “I guess…”

  “You guess? Guessing is not good enough. Let’s try this.”

  He takes my jaw with his big hand and kisses me hard on the mouth. It obliterates me. It destroys me. It changes me forever.

  I feel like I’m melting as he claims my mouth with his hot beautiful tongue. It’s glorious and feels so good.

  I’ve never been kissed before and I don’t want it to end. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me deeper, sending a steady force of warmth circulating from my core to my pussy to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  My chin is tilted up and my eyes are still closed for a few seconds after he pulls away.

  “You believe me now?” he asks with a grin on his sexy face.

  “Yeah,” I say as I swallow his delicious taste down. “That does it.”

  “You’re staying with me.” He says it like a command and not an offer. I wonder how far this man will go to protect me. What if I say no? Will he throw me over his shoulder and carry me back to his place? Will he tie me to his bed? And why are all of these scenarios extremely intriguing?

  The haze in my head quickly dissipates when I see his bloody arm. It’s a mess with his skin torn up with jagged teeth marks. Thick red blood slips out and slides down to his hand where it drips from his fingertips onto the cement like a broken faucet.

  “Your arm,” I say, feeling dread in my gut.

  He looks at it like it’s the first time he’s noticed anything is wrong.

  “I’m fine. Really.”

  “No, you’re not! We need to get you to a hospital.”

  “My body is a hospital,” he says with a grin. “I’m a shifter, remember? I can heal myself.”

  “Let me cover it at least.” I grab my sleeve and try to tear it off, but it does nothing but make me look ridiculous.

  He chuckles as he grabs the bottom of his t-shirt. “Don’t ruin your shirt. It looks incredible on you.”

  My eyes widen and my heart stops when he peels off his shirt with one quick movement. He’s all hard sculpted muscle with a massive chest and deeply carved abs. I don’t have to wonder about his tattoos anymore. I can see every inch of them in their glory. They rise up his muscular arms and over the round base of his shoulders. His chest and stomach are untouched, just hot skin with a light smattering of hair.

  I can’t stop staring at him. I don’t even watch as he wraps his shirt around his sliced up forearm, trying to stop the bleeding.

  “Does that make you feel better?” he asks after he ties the shirt in place.

  “I feel better, yes,” I say as I glance at his hard abs one more time.

  “Good. Now, you’re coming back to my place whether you like it or not. I’m not going to have my mate on her own when there are killer mercenaries after her.”

  Suddenly, he’s making a lot of sense. My eyes are locked on his chest as my head nods up and down.

  “You’re staying with me, in my bed, where I can keep my eyes on you. You’re not leaving my sight. Now, what do you have to say to that?”
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  I gulp as I tear my gaze off his torso and look into his dark possessive eyes. “Um, your car or mine?”

  Chapter Six

  Mary

  Cameron is still shirtless as we drive back to his place and I’m still sneaking peeks at him every chance I get.

  It’s a big pickup truck, but he still takes up all of his side. The man is huge. He looked big in the open space of the bar and the parking lot, but in a confined space like this, it’s almost comical. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on.

  I can feel my heart pounding throughout my body and whenever I squeeze my thighs together, I feel wetness.

  He’s got my body reacting to him in a way that no one else has. I’m tingly all over and my pussy is throbbing with a deep heat. I want him to touch it. I want him to pull over and kiss me again.

  “Maybe I should go back to my room at the inn,” I say as we drive down the secluded mountain road. It’s dark and there’s no one around for miles. These roads are quiet during the day, but at one in the morning, the only ones in our vicinity are raccoons, foxes, and deer. It’s just me and him.

  “You’re staying with me,” he grunts as he squeezes the wheel.

  I don’t want to go back to the inn. No way. I just want to argue with him some more so I can see how possessive and territorial he gets with me. It’s such a turn on to see him like that. It’s so sexy.

  I still can’t believe he fought those two scary wolf shifters for me. He got injured for me. And he’s not complaining about the pain or blaming me for causing all the trouble. He takes it all with grace and a happiness to serve his mate. There aren’t a lot of men left like him in the world, and this one is mine.

  It’s still not sinking in quite yet.

  “You don’t have to do that,” he says as we roll down the dark road. If it wasn’t for his headlights, we wouldn’t be able to see anything.

  “Do what?”

  “Pretend like you’re not looking.”

  I shift in my seat as I stare straight ahead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  He laughs and I whip my head around to glare at him. He’s so hot in the blue glow of his dashboard. I can’t help but steal another look at his stomach.

  “Your eyes keep darting back and forth like one of those old black and white Kit-Cat Klocks,” he says with amusement in his low voice. “I’m your mate, Mary. My body is as much yours as it is mine. Look at it all you want.”

  My pulse starts racing as I call his bluff. I shift in my seat and lean my back on the door, so I can look at him comfortably.

  He doesn’t move or flinch as I soak in the beautiful view of him driving shirtless. His tattooed arm is extended, showing off the muscular curve of his tricep. My mouth starts to water as I take in as much of it as I can.

  My fingertips are tingling with the desire to touch him. I desperately want to lean forward and run my hand along his arm, over his stomach, up his chest, around his shoulders, down his muscular thigh… I want to touch every inch of him. I’m getting even wetter just from thinking about it.

  His body tightens and he inhales deeply. I gulp when I see his knuckles turn white from squeezing the steering wheel. Can he…smell it?

  “So, shifters have quick healing?” I ask as my head starts to go light.

  All I’m wondering is if he can smell my arousal. For some reason, I’m not embarrassed about this. I honestly wouldn’t mind if he did.

  “Yes,” he grunts. The word is strained. Every breath of his is forced now. It’s like he’s holding himself back for me and struggling to do it.

  “And you have enhanced senses?”

  “Yeah.”

  His chest is flexed as he inhales deeply again. The throb between my legs gets deeper and hotter. It’s so intense that I have to squirm around in my seat to ease some of it.

  “So, like hearing, sight, and… smell?”

  His head turns and his dark eyes lock onto mine. He’s brimming with intensity. I can feel the need and desire pouring out of him and onto me.

  I swallow hard as I stare back at him. “What can you smell?”

  “Everything.”

  The eye contact is crippling. It breaks me. It makes me even more wet. More horny for him. The throbbing down there is out of control now that I know he can smell my arousal.

  Those big dark eyes drop down to my pussy and he groans hungrily. The throb deepens. I could cum with a little more of this. It’s all it would take.

  His eyes dart back outside and then onto mine. “Yes, Mary,” he says in a sexy growl. “I can smell your sweet little pussy getting nice and wet for me.”

  I gulp. “You can?”

  His eyes return to the road and I take the opportunity to glance down at his crotch. There’s a thick—and I mean thick—outline of his long monster cock running along his thigh.

  “Yes. I can.” He takes another deep inhale through his nose and my cheeks flush so red they burn. “Fuck, that smells good.”

  “You like the smell?”

  Oh shit, girl. Why do you keep talking?

  “Like it?” he says as he turns to me, his eyes full of torment. “It’s pure torture to be engulfed in your intoxicating smell and not being able to do anything about it.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  I don’t know why I keep talking, but the words keep coming out. Maybe it’s because he’s my mate and deep down I feel comfortable around him, knowing in my heart that he would never hurt me, or maybe it’s because this shirtless man is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, or maybe it’s because I’m just a horndog after all and it’s finally coming out.

  He runs his hand along his bearded jaw as his head tilts and he looks at me with sly brown eyes. “Do you want me to show you?”

  I want that more than anything. My pussy is on fire and it’s getting even hotter. If I don’t do something soon, it’s going to burst out of my pants and devour us both.

  The truck slows as he waits for my answer. I can’t think straight with him staring at me like this. It’s turning my brain to mush.

  With a deep breath, I turn and stare out the windshield at the headlights illuminating the dark concrete.

  This is better. Now I can think straight.

  It’s not a good idea. In fact, it’s a bad idea.

  I’ve saved myself this long and now all of a sudden, I’m going to give up my virginity to the first shirtless cowboy who glances my way? What the hell is that, Mary? What has gotten into you?

  You don’t live here. You can’t have a relationship with this guy.

  Just because he says he’s your mate, doesn’t make it true.

  I huff out a breath as my resolve strengthens.

  So, no, I’m not going to let him show me. I’m not even going to stay in this truck or go back to his place. I’m going to demand that he turn this truck around and bring me back to the inn, and if he doesn’t, well, I’ll get out of the truck and walk back.

  “So, what do you say?” he asks in an irresistibly growly voice. “Do you want to find out what I have planned for that hot little pussy of yours?”

  I turn to tell him what I think, but that intense look in his eyes makes my resolve go from strong to non-existent.

  “Yes,” I say with a whimper. “I do.”

  Oh crap.

  He pulls the truck to the side of the empty road and my pulse starts racing as he throws it into park.

  “Where are you going?” I ask when he opens the door.

  He doesn’t answer. He just slams it closed, leaving me alone in here with my body trembling.

  My eyes follow him as he walks around the front of the truck. The headlights shine on his skin and give his intense brown eyes a sexy glow.

  “Oh sugar snaps,” I whisper as he opens my door and scoops me out of the seat.

  I feel weightless in his arms as he cradles me to his naked chest and kicks the door closed. He’s so strong. I’m not a light girl, but he picks me up like I weigh as much as I
did when I was ten years old.

  It feels good to be in his arms. If I wasn’t so on edge, I’d rest my cheek on his chest and close my eyes.

  There’s dark forest all around us, lit up with only the endless flood of stars and the full moon over our heads.

  He carries me to the front of his truck and places me on the vibrating hood. I open my mouth to ask what’s going to happen next, but Cameron kisses me instead, sending shockwaves surging through me. His huge frame pushes between my legs and I sit up and kiss him back.

  Kissing Cameron is different than what I expected. His mouth is so soft yet firm and demanding. His hands find my hips and I whimper as he yanks me forward until my pussy is pressed against his hard abs.

  I never thought I’d be kissing a man like Cameron. A bear shifter who lives in the mountains with a full eight pack and a deep sexy voice? Who the hell would have guessed that for me?

  There are no men like him in New York. I thought I’d end up with a nice skinny guy who liked to drink tea and read New Yorker Magazine on Sunday mornings under a blanket. I wasn’t expecting a beast of a man with a dirty mouth who’s willing to show me ‘what he wants to do to my pussy’ on the hood of his obnoxiously large truck.

  But here I am, and I wouldn’t trade this man for anyone else on the planet. He tastes too good.

  “Lay back,” he commands between kisses.

  I do as he says, laying back on the vibrating hood of the truck. I’m so ready for anything he has planned. My nipples are achingly hard and my pussy is dying for him.

  His big hands go to my belt buckle but after he fumbles with it for a second, I slap his hands away and do it myself. I can’t get these pants off fast enough.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispers when my belt is undone. He yanks my jeans off with one swipe of his big arms and tosses them a few yards down the empty road where I can’t get to them.

  “Now,” he says as he grabs my legs and spreads them wide open. “It’s time to show you what I have planned for this hot little cunt.”