Destined For The Alpha: Six Heart-Racing Shifter Romances (Werewolf's Harem Book 7)
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Chapter Twenty-Eight
The look of shock on Kiley’s face wasn’t one Garrett would soon forget. She sat on the couch, wearing a seductive petal-pink dress that clung to every curve, her hair forming a long dark curtain around her shoulders. Her mouth was open, pouty lips parted in shock, and those big emerald eyes held a thousand rippling thoughts. The only one he wanted to see now was desire, and there was plenty of that present.
The second he ripped the towel from his body, her eyes sunk straight down to his erect cock, and that was precisely the reaction he craved. He wasn’t sure what else, if anything, he wanted from her, but he needed taste her again, needed her hands on his body.
“Garrett—” she started, moving as if she would get up from the couch and… what? Stop him?
He doubted that very much. He could smell the desire wafting off her body, see the way her eyes darkened as she looked at his body. He didn’t understand Kiley’s needs any more than his own, but he knew lust when he saw it. Garrett reached out to her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up from the couch. She gasped, but he slid his hand around to her lower back and brought her right up against his bare skin. When her stomach pressed against his cock, her breasts crushing against his chest, Garrett moaned as electricity infused every inch she touched.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned down and took her mouth, lips parting hers. He found her tongue with his own, tasting her in teasing flicks. She kissed him back with abandon, her hands coming up to cup the nape of his neck. Her taste was sweet and spicy and deep, cinnamon and cloves and a hint of cayenne. His wolf made himself known, announced the need for more. Much, much more.
Kiley pulled back for a second, eyes wide as she stared up at him. Her mouth opened, but Garrett didn’t want her words.
“Are you going to stop me?” he challenged, raising a brow.
Kiley’s mouth snapped shut, and after a long moment she shook her head.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’ll replace this dress.”
Before she could protest he reached up to the tight cap sleeves at her shoulders and pulled them down, ripping the fabric as he forced the dress down to her waist. She gasped and tried to pull away, but Garrett held her tight with one big hand at her back. He stared down at the white and ice-pink lace of her bra, his jaw tensing. Her breasts were full and round, straining against the flimsy garment, tantalizing him. For some reason the innocence of the colors compared with how sheer the tiny lace triangles were perplexed him, made him feel angry. He wanted raw and dirty, not this sweet, seductive flirtation.
“This lingerie…” he muttered, shaking his head.
Garrett slid the straps down her shoulders, unhooking the back catch with ease, and he pulled it free and tossed it aside. Kiley bit her full bottom lip, unconsciously mimicking exactly what he wanted to do to her perfect bare breasts. Two creamy globes, tipped in the lightest pink velvet imaginable. He weighed them in his hands, his fingers tracing their shape, his thumbs brushing the very tips of her nipples.
He grabbed her waist and hauled her back to the couch, forcing her to kneel on it as he bent her back against the couch, making her breasts arch up to meet his eager mouth. He cupped her breasts again, nuzzling and licking first one and then then other. Kiley cried out and pressed upward, and he took her pebbled nipple between his teeth. Drawing it to a point, he listened to her excited moans and smelled the potent desire wafting up from between her thighs. He nipped and kissed her nipple before finally sucking it in long, hard pulls. He switched to her other breast, giving the underside a sharp bite before sucking her hardened, eager point, his free hand drifting down to her bare knee.
Touching the fabric of her dress frustrated him, made his wolf growl with impatience. They could smell her, knew what she wanted, knew she was ready…
But Garrett kept the wolf in check for now. He’d spent so many nights in his bed alone, stroking his cock, imagining the way her pussy would feel under his fingers, under his mouth. He had to touch her, at least.
He skimmed his hands up the outsides of her thighs, pulling the dress up to her hips. She wore a matching triangle of silk underneath, the same pink and white, and he growled aloud this time. When she jumped at the sound, he ignored it, reaching out and ripping the thin panties from her hips.
“Garrett!” she gasped, but it was too late for protests. Garrett’s fingers brushed the fine dark curls that lay at her apex, found them dripping with her excitement.
“Fuck, Kiley,” he muttered, his hands spreading her knees wider. He slid two fingers into those curls, the scent of her increasing desire making his heart pound in his ears as he touched her slit. Kiley’s hips flexed as she tried to move, reached out to touch him, but he restrained her with a growl. He needed to see her bare pussy, and he need it right this second.
Garrett pulled back for a second, sinking down to kneel before her. He grabbed her thighs and roughly repositioned her so that her ass hit the couch. He brought her knees up before her, pressing them back and opening her wide until her heels rested on the edge of the couch.
“So much better,” he said. “Be still for me, Kiley.”
He could see her glistening, bright pink pussy perfectly now, see the way her wetness pooled underneath her body and made a dark spot on the couch. He reached out and spread her lips wide with two fingers, licking his lips as he looked at her tight, clenched opening. Moving his fingers higher, he bared the delicate folds of her clit, wondering what she would taste like there.
His cock twitched in demand, precum leaking from the tip. Reminding him that he’d waited much too long. He hadn’t had a female since he’d met her, only his hand and a lot of fantasies about this very moment. Soon enough, he’d feel her pussy stretching to accommodate his cock.
But first…
He leaned close, enjoying the way her legs trembled as he nipped the tender flesh of her inner thigh, making a trail down to what he wanted most. He spread her lips wide again with one hand, leaning close to brush the barest tip of his tongue against the soft rosebud of her clit. It pulsed under the brush of his tongue, seemed to open for him even as Kiley gave a tortured whimper. He swirled his tongue in soft circles around her throbbing bud, enjoying the fact that she was already bucking her hips toward his mouth.
He could probably make her cum just like this, without touching her anywhere else. He smiled to himself. If only he had the patience for such slow, soft torture. In reality, if he stroked his own cock three or four times, he’d explode in his own hand and be forced to wait until he could raise muster again. Not that it would take long. Thinking of Kiley, he could go three or four rounds with his hand before he tired, back to back.
Instead of reaching down to stroke himself off, he brought his fingers up to circle her tightly clenched pussy. As he teased her with his tongue, touching her clit in the softest motions, he thrust two fingers into her to the knuckle. Kiley cried out and her body tensed, and for a moment Garrett thought he’d gone too far, but after a moment she relaxed and pushed back against his fingers.
Withdrawing, he pushed them deep this time, relishing her welcoming heat. She soaked his fingers in an instant, her muscles fluttering around him. His cock pulsed with want, and he knew he needed to hurry. He needed to come inside her, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He finger fucked Kiley as he kept brushing her clit with his tongue, increasing the tempo of both until she panted and writhed under him. He slowed for a moment, repositioning his free hand, and then resumed. This time he slid a finger back and forth from her soaking pussy to the tight little balloon knot below, slowly spreading her wetness there. He tested her ass in gentle prods, preparing her for his invasion.
When she cried out and made an impatient sound against his teasing mouth, he gave her clit a hard suck as he pushed his fingertip into the taut ring of muscle. She cried out louder, and he pushed his finger deep inside her body, sucking hard on her clit and driving his fingers deep into her pussy at the same time.
She came instantly, a s
ob escaping as her whole body seized up, squeezing his fingers as she shattered. He withdrew as she clenched and writhed, rising to flip her over onto her stomach. He shredded the remnants of the dress, leaving her perfect curves bare, and he spread her knees wide on the couch.
Angling her hips just so, Garrett fisted his cock and brought the throbbing crown to her entrance. He released a long sigh and closed his eyes for a moment when her slick, juicy heat touched the tip. He paused and let the sensation soak into him.
He’d lost her, all those months ago. Lost the right to think that this moment would ever come, that he’d ever have the right to touch her this way, make her call out his name as she came on his pulsing cock.
Then, too, he’d been worried that she wouldn’t live up to his fantasies. That he’d built up a woman too amazing, too incredible, all for the sake of his hormones and need. But this was Kiley; she was better than anything he could have dreamed up on his own. She was perfect, even better than he’d imagined in all those nights of lust and lonely want.
When she leaned pack, pressing against him, he surged forward and buried his cock deep in her body. One long, smooth stroke had him filling her completely, stretching her snug channel in a quick motion that made her shout with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pulled back and paused, the idea of hurting her making his heartbeat stutter.
“More!” she insisted after a moment of stillness, pressing back against him again.
“Damn it, Kiley,” he gritted, thrusting forward again. He started moving in her, feeling the way her pussy gripped him, so wet and tight that it made his balls ache. He set a hard rhythm, gripping her hips and fucking her with rough, animalistic thrusts. Hard, long, and deep. The muscles in her flawless bare back bunched and flexed as she moved against him, taking the pounding and asking for more, always more.
He could feel the ripples of her orgasm begin, felt the fluttering clench of her pussy as she came with a cry and a gush of heat around his cock. He groaned, realizing that he hadn’t even considered a condom.
“Kiley, do I need to pull out?” he asked, uncertain.
“Pill,” she moaned, her body shuddering under his grasp.
He closed his eyes for a moment, sinking into the sensations. The silken pull of her hot, tight body, the way her ass bounced against him, the slap of his flesh against hers, the breathless gasps she made…
His balls pulled up and he bellowed, thrusting wildly into his female as he began to cum, pulsing hot lashes of seed deep inside her body. Each thrust drained him a fraction more, sucking him dry, until he collapsed over Kiley’s shaking body, gasping and spent.
For long moments, they stayed still. Their bodies joined, both desperately trying to drag air into their starving lungs. When Garrett finally pushed himself up on shaking arms, pulling himself free from her body, Kiley sagged against the couch with a moan. His heart stuttered again, and he couldn’t control himself.
Scooping her up in his arms, he moved on unsteady legs, carrying her to his bed. He nudged his comforter aside with his knee, laying her down on the soft mattress. Ignoring the humorous gleam in her emerald eyes, he lay down beside her and pulled her flush to his body, dragging the comforter over them both.
His eyelids were so heavy, drifting closed. Her scent permeated his senses, lying thick on his skin, soaking into his comforter and mattress and pillows. He leaned close to her neck, pushing away her sweat-dampened hair to reach her nape, and sucked in a deep, drowsy breath. His wolf purred like a house cat, delighted by the scent of his thoroughly pleasured mate.
Though he wanted to protest the word, wondered where his righteous anger had fled, he was simply too tired to care.
“So…” Kiley whispered, wiggling back to press every inch of her damp, naked skin to his. “Means nothing, huh?”
Her chuckle made him groan, but he was too spent to argue with her.
“Later, Kiley,” he promised, wrapping an arm around her body as he allowed himself to drift off.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kiley woke alone, Garrett’s warm scent filling her senses. She sat up, uncertain for a moment where she was. It was midmorning already, at least ten. After a moment, she took a deep breath of the dry Montana summer air and sighed. She was in Garrett’s bed, tucked under his comforter, but she couldn’t hear him moving around in the house. Pulling the blankets around her naked body, she shivered as she thought about the evening before.
This doesn’t mean anything, he’d said.
She’d been too caught up in the moment to think too long about his words, or even reply. Now, though, she was alone again, and she found an ache forming in her chest. She knew Garrett loved her, knew it absolutely. For all his jokes and teasing, he was a man of the strongest principles, and he would never have touched her if he didn’t still love her, long for her.
The problem, of course, was his pride. She’d hurt him terribly, choosing another male over him. No matter the reason, and hers had been quite good. His male ego was crushed, and the shattered pieces were occupying the part of his heart where something good and honest and fresh could grow, something that had long since begun to blossom in Kiley’s heart.
She could tell him all day long, but she’d have to show him, too.
A thought came to her, a quick memory from the last time she’d stayed in this house. Tensions were running high that day, and she and Garrett had quarreled over something minor, something to do with their mission. They’d really been fighting about Brad, of course, but neither of them could admit it to themselves, let alone the other. Frustrated at her, Garrett had fled out the back door and off into the distance. She’d followed him a couple of miles, just until the ground began to rise beneath her feet. The trail had smelled very strongly of her prey, telling her that he had some kind of hideout up on the mountain.
That day, she hadn’t been willing to literally climb a mountain to reach Garrett. Not when he’d been so dismissive and stubborn.
Today, though… she’d try anything.
She got up and remade his bed, attempting to replicate the neat hospital corners she knew he preferred, and then headed for the bathroom for a nice, long steam. She needed a little fortitude and planning to make the kind of bold move she was contemplating.
After a long shower she slipped on a pair of short black jean shorts and a white tank top, eschewing her usual formal girly-girl dresses for more comfortable and cool attire. Not bothering with shoes, she went to the kitchen. Garrett had been here earlier, and he’d left the coffee machine on for her. A warm pot steamed away, and she poured herself a huge cup. She opened the fridge and found a big box of donuts and danishes, good high-calorie snacks for an active wolf. She picked out a blueberry danish and a chocolate eclair for herself. Taking a big sip of her coffee and a bite of the eclair, she headed out back.
Wrinkling her nose at the bright sun, she looked around the pool. Garrett was nowhere to be seen, of course. She could smell him out here, smell his wolf. He hadn’t been gone for more than an hour, probably.
She polished off the donuts and the coffee in a matter of minutes, fortifying herself for her trip. Setting her coffee mug aside, she stripped and shifted, bones popping and flesh rippling as she took her wolf form.
She took a moment to scent the air, then walked the back patio area, locking onto his scent. Kiley’s wolf was always curious, and after a moment she pushed herself into a run. Sure enough, his scent trail led the same way she’d followed him once before, though it was even stronger this time. He was going out this way almost every day, it seemed.
The terrain turned greener as she went, closer to some reservoir or water source near the mountain. Trees began to dot the landscape and the prairie grasses thinned. Beneath her feet, Kiley could feel the ground growing harder, more rocky.
She kept her pace steady, quickly blowing past the place she’d stopped before. The ground was pretty flat for five miles, inclining a bit for a few more, and then it turned up at a grueling angle.
At the moment she was facing a huge, well-weathered cliff, outcroppings and ledges cut into it over the centuries by the wind and rain. After a moment’s search she found Garrett’s scent on a particular path. When she looked up, she saw that it switchbacked halfway up the side, leading to a cave mouth that opened into the mountain.
Taking a deep breath, Kiley calmed her wolf. Wolves didn’t love heights, and Kiley and her wolf disliked them especially. But she hadn’t come all this way for nothing, and she wasn’t turning back now. Besides, she could smell rain coming, and she didn’t want to be caught in it. Faster now to go up for shelter than to run all the way back in the rain.
Kiley climbed the trail, wincing at every pebble that skittered underfoot and fell down the rocky cliff without so much as a sound. The trail’s angle only increased as she went, and though she was in pretty good physical shape, she was soon pausing regularly to catch her breath. As the incline grew, she only fought harder, keeping her eye on the cave entrance as she dug her paws into the crumbling path and clawed her way to the top.
When she hit the cave entrance, she quickly checked the immediate area. Garrett’s scent was strong once again, but the spot where she stood was empty. She sat for a few minutes, peering out onto the vista. She’d been wondering, all this time, why Garrett would make such an effort to come up here in the first place. He was an outdoors type, sure. All wolves were, and he was especially anti-social, making nature a preferred companion.
But seeing this view… Kiley could totally see why someone would half-kill themselves for this view. It was truly awesome, and it took her breath away.