Alpha Dominated (The Dixon Brothers Book 3)

by Olivia T. Turner

  Her eyes start to get clouded over with lust as she watches me fuck her. She’s really into it now, moaning and begging me to take her harder.

  “Yes,” she cries out. “Like that. Fuck me harder, my mate.”

  Hearing her calling me mate snaps something inside of me. I grab her ankle and yank her leg over until I’m wedged deep inside her in the missionary position.

  I keep her legs up and spread wide apart, gripping her ankles as I drive my cock in and out of her sweet virgin pussy.

  Her tiny hand makes its way down to her clit and I watch as she rubs it while I take her.

  “Do you always touch yourself like that?” I growl.

  “I will now whenever I think of you,” she says with a sexy smirk.

  It quickly falls away when I slam my cock into her, driving the headboard into the wall.

  The need to unload inside of this warm cunt starts to eat at me and take over my brain. I want her bred so badly. I want to coat the inside of her pussy with my seed.

  My restraint snaps and I start thrusting in long and hard, slamming my cock into her as she begs me not to stop.

  I must be hitting the right spot, because she starts to shake and then screams out as she cums on my cock.

  “I’m cumming,” she moans as her head rises and she grits her teeth.

  Feeling this tight virgin pussy cumming on my dick for the first time and seeing her writhing around on the bed does it for me. I thrust in hard and press my cock deep inside of her as I let go.

  I cum hard, releasing surge after surge of hot cum deep inside her hot silky tunnel. Her pussy is so tight that my cock has to work extra hard to shoot it out.

  My heart is slamming against my ribcage as I struggle to breathe. Her soft warm cunt is milking me as it tries to suck out every last drop.

  When the lethargy hits, I drop beside her and pull her close. I’m still in her pussy, not wanting to leave just yet.

  My girl is breathing heavily as she struggles to keep her lustful eyes open. I kiss her neck softly and my bear growls.

  He wants his turn.

  He wants his mark.

  Not going to happen, I tell him.

  This moment is mine.

  And now, finally, this girl is mine too.

  Chapter Eight

  Easton

  “So, it’s just you and your mom?” I ask as we drive into town. It’s a gorgeous morning with the sun shining bright and my mate shining even brighter. Her beauty gives everything a run for its money, even the sun.

  “Yeah,” she says as she sticks her bare feet out of the open window, letting the wind tickle her adorable toes. “My dad got remarried when I was five and moved out of state to start a new family.”

  “Do you ever hear from him?”

  “I still get a check for twenty bucks every birthday that I’ve never cashed and a card with a photo of his happy new family every Christmas. It usually goes straight into the fireplace.”

  I shake my head, wondering how her father could be so stupid. If he only knew what he was missing…

  “What about you?” she says as she looks at me while playing with her hair. I have an intense urge to pull over and ravage her on the side of the road, but I grit my teeth and keep driving. If I acted on every urge I had toward this girl, we’d be doing it non-stop. “What was your life like before you became a rancher?”

  I sigh as all of those dark violent memories come racing back. “I had the opposite of a calm boring life.”

  She watches me curiously. “What does that mean?”

  There’s no point in lying to her. She’s my mate and deserves the whole truth.

  “I was a mercenary.”

  “A mercenary? Like a paid killer?”

  “When you put it like that it sounds bad,” I say with a nervous laugh. “Me and my brothers worked as a team for the United States Military. Mostly contract work. Off the books stuff.”

  She swallows hard as she watches me with new eyes.

  “Does that scare you?”

  She thinks about it for a long second and then shakes her head. “No. Maybe a little.”

  “I’d never hurt you, Ivy. Never.”

  “I know that,” she says, looking like she means it. “I’m more worried about you getting hurt.”

  I’m about to tell her that part of my life is over, but that’s not exactly true. Our old rival, Dylan Burton, is at large and on our case. Roman himself got attacked by the Lone Wolf Mercenaries last month. Luckily, Bailey’s brother Enzo was there to help fight them off.

  “It might not be safe for you around here,” I tell her with my heart breaking. “Maybe you should go and live with your mom for a bit. Until I have a chance to straighten some things out.”

  “Absolutely not,” she says, shaking her head fiercely. “I’d rather die by your side than be apart for another day. I’m staying with you.”

  I grin as I watch the road, feeling luckier than ever.

  If trouble comes up, we’ll handle it. I threw that fucker Dylan Burton off a cliff last time and I can do it again. This time, I’ll just make sure it’s a much higher cliff.

  We head over to the inn so that Ivy can pick up her things. She has the room to herself, so we take an hour or so to test out the bed. We nearly break the springs.

  The day has been amazing and I’ve had this odd feeling like I’ve been floating since I woke up. This is what people must mean when they say they’re floating on cloud nine.

  We go for a hike and then hang out by the pool.

  Cameron cooks us dinner on the barbecue and we all eat together. Ivy fits right in and this ranch has never felt more like home than it has today.

  “Let’s head into town for some drinks,” Mary says while we clear the dishes off the patio table.

  “You want to go for drinks?” Bailey says with a laugh. “You can’t even drink. You’re pregnant.”

  “I know, but this is my last chance to go out, for what? Like eighteen years?”

  Ivy laughs along with everyone else. “It won’t be that long. We can help you with babysitting.”

  My heart swells hearing her talk like that. She already knows she’s going to stay. There’s no other option.

  “I could go for a Guinness on tap,” Roman says with a nod. “A big one.”

  “Drinks it is,” I say with a smile at my mate. “We’ll head out now and meet you there.”

  “No,” Ivy says, looking embarrassed. “We can help with the dishes first.”

  “Go,” Bailey says to her with a wink. “There’s nothing like the first few days together. Don’t waste it doing dishes.”

  Ivy looks up at me with a shy smile.

  “I’m tired of sharing your company,” I tell her as I get to my feet. “I want you all to myself for a while.”

  “Save us a seat,” Mary says as she pets Moose’s head. “And don’t get too comfortable, we’re coming later to crash the party.”

  With smiles on our faces, Ivy and I head off to the bar.

  Chapter Nine

  Ivy

  “They’re here,” I say as I stare at the table in the back in disbelief. We just walked into the pub and they’re the first people I see.

  “Do you want to leave?” Easton asks.

  I look into his beautiful face and feel a wave of love hit me. This man gives me an unbelievable sense of courage. Just being around him makes me feel like I can do anything.

  “No,” I say as I hold my head up high. “Let’s go get a drink.”

  He takes me over to a table in the opposite corner of the pub and we sit down while we wait for Easton’s brothers and their mates to show up.

  I keep an eye on my ‘friends’, but they still haven’t seen me. There are two guys at their table who I don’t know. Probably some locals they picked up. I get a bad taste in my mouth as I turn away.

  “Those are your friends?” Easton asks as he looks over.

  “Were my friends. Leaving me to die in the woods and not even
bothering to tell the cops is kind of a friendship deal-breaker for me.”

  Easton puts his hand on mine and it makes me feel better. His touch always does.

  For once, I feel like I don’t need them. I have Easton and a new life waiting for me if I want it. I do want it, but I’m scared to take it.

  These friends have never really been good to me. High school can be like prison sometimes where you just have to grab someone and hold on. To be alone is worse than death. And those were the girls I clung onto for social safety.

  It’s time to let them go. I don’t need them anymore.

  The huge bartender comes over and gives Easton a hard look.

  “No fighting tonight,” he says as throws down two coasters. “I mean it. Last time was your last chance.”

  “Last time?” I whisper as I look at the man I’m still learning all about. I guess I have more to learn.

  He shrugs. “We’re done with the fighting for now,” Easton tells him. “Enzo’s sister is my cousin’s mate.”

  The big bartender laughs. “You’re shitting me. That must have gone over well.”

  Easton smiles as he shakes his head. “About as well as you could expect. So, anyway, I don’t think there will be any more brawls in the near future.”

  “If there are, you keep them out of my bar,” he grunts.

  We order two beers and the huge guy leaves.

  “Fighting?” I ask Easton with a grin when we’re alone again. “Do tell…”

  He’s about to talk when I hear my name. “Ivy, you bitch! Get over here!”

  “And bring that hunky man of yours.”

  It’s Kindrie and Miley’s voice. It makes me cringe to hear them.

  “Are you going to go?” Easton asks as I study the grooves in the table.

  “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I just want to stay here with you.”

  “Ivy!”

  God, they’re screaming across the whole bar. They have no shame.

  And no class either.

  “I’ll go,” I say as I take a deep breath to calm my nerves.

  “Do you want me to go with you?”

  I shake my head as I get up. “I’ll just be a minute.”

  His protective eyes follow me as I walk over to their table. I love how his eyes never leave me like he always wants to make sure that I’m safe.

  “Ivy, where the hell have you been?” Lindsay asks with a flick of her blonde hair. “Sleeping in a treehouse?”

  The rest of the girls giggle.

  “I almost died.”

  “Don’t be so dramatic,” Kindrie says with a dismissive wave. “You look fine.”

  “My parachute landed in a fucking tree,” I snap. “I was not fine. I was stuck a hundred feet in the air for twenty-four hours.”

  Lindsay’s face drops. “Oh, shit.”

  “Yeah, oh shit is right. I was caught in the rain overnight.”

  “That rainstorm?” Wendy asks. “That was pretty bad.”

  “Yeah, we got caught in it on the way back to the inn,” Miley says with a scrunched-up nose. “It messed up my hair.”

  I could smack her. I’m so pissed that my hand is shaking. I was literally going to starve to death and she’s worried about her hair.

  “How did you get down?” Kindrie asks.

  I stare right at her. “Why didn’t you call someone when I didn’t show up? Didn’t you care?”

  She shrugs. “I knew you’d be fine, and look, you are!”

  She tries to play it off with one of her wide smiles, but I’m not letting her off the hook. Not this time. Not anymore.

  “I mean, one of your supposed best friends goes missing after parachuting and you head to a bar,” I continue as I glare at her. “Instead of telling someone that she might be flattened on the ground, or stuck in a fucking tree.”

  “Whoa, calm down,” she says as she shoots a forced smile at the two boys with them. “We tried to call you.”

  “And me not answering wasn’t a big deal?”

  She’s starting to sweat as I stand there, glaring at her.

  “Why are you being such a buzzkill?” she whispers. “Cute guys over here.”

  She motions to them with her eyes and I snap.

  “You and me, we’re done.” I look around the table at all of them. “All of you. Don’t call me again.”

  I storm away from the table and Kindrie calls after me.

  “Ivy! How are you getting home?”

  I stop and look at Easton sitting there, watching me with love and adoration in his eyes. I suddenly know what my future entails and it’s him.

  I turn back to the table of girls who were never really my friends. They never really knew me.

  “I am home,” I tell them, and then I head into the arms of my man.

  We don’t stay long after that. It’s hard to relax with the four of them sitting across the room, but really, I just want to get back into Easton’s bed. I want it to be just us two again, feeling like we’re the only two people in the world.

  Easton texts his brother that we’re going to be leaving before we take off in his truck to go home.

  I turn and watch him as he drives, loving the way he looks in the blue glow of the dashboard lights. He’s so sexy.

  He’s dressed up in a collared shirt and dark jeans, looking ravishing as usual. If tonight was worth anything, it was seeing the shocked and jealous look on Kindrie’s face as she watched me walk out with Easton’s big possessive arm over my shoulders.

  He fiddles with the radio for a bit and then turns it off, driving in silence.

  “So,” I say as I touch my tingling neck. There’s been a spot under my ear that hasn’t stopped bothering me all day. “Should I find a bus to take me home?”

  His eyes snap over to mine. “You are home.”

  “But what does that mean exactly?”

  “We’re mates, Ivy,” he says in that sexy voice that always gets me going. “It means that we belong together. Forever. I’d like it if you come live with me.”

  “Would your brothers have a problem with that?”

  “No,” he quickly says as if he hadn’t even considered that before. “Why would they? You’re a part of me. They know what it means to have a mate.”

  I think about it for a while as we drive down the secluded mountain town. Everyone seemed so nice and I’ve always dreamed about living on a ranch like his. I love animals and nature, it really is a gorgeous place.

  “We can live anywhere you want,” he says as he looks at me with desperate eyes. “I’ll follow you to Washington. I’ll follow you anywhere. I just need to be with you.”

  My heart swells in my chest when I see the way he looks at me. I’d follow him anywhere too.

  “Montana is nice,” I say in a low voice.

  He smiles from ear to ear.

  “You like it here?” he asks, looking so relieved. It’s cute.

  I nod my head as I take his hand in mine. “I like the animals and the mountains. The slow pace of life.”

  “And me?”

  I smile. “You’re not so bad.”

  He looks ecstatic.

  But then… something changes.

  The energy shifts. It’s not happy anymore.

  Easton’s body tightens and he grips the steering wheel with white knuckles as he shifts around in the seat.

  The truck swerves over the line and I grab onto the door with a gasp.

  “What’s going on?”

  He doesn’t answer.

  “Easton!”

  He snaps out of it and centers the truck back in our lane.

  “Shit,” he whispers as he runs his hand through his hair. His face looks so strained. He’s so pale.

  “What’s happening? Are you okay?”

  The truck slows down as he turns to me. “It’s my bear.”

  The spot under my ear is tingling more than ever. I can’t help but touch it.

  “What’s with him? Does he need to get out?”

>   “He needs you.”

  His eyes lock on me as a shiver racks through my body. He needs me?

  I can still remember so clearly how he looked beside me in the tree. At first, I thought he was going to kill me and then I knew that he wasn’t. I knew I was safe. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. My soul must have recognized something inside of him before my brain did.

  “What does he need from me?” I ask in a timid voice.

  His heated eyes drag away from mine and settle on the tingling spot.

  “He needs our mark on you.”

  I touch it and an intense need to have his mark on me takes over. It’s all I can think about.

  “Pull over,” I tell him.

  He slows the truck onto the side of the road and puts it in park.

  I need it as much as he does, maybe even more so.

  With the spot practically vibrating, I take off my seatbelt and climb on top of him.

  Chapter Ten

  Ivy

  My pussy is aching as I straddle Easton’s huge frame. Like this, the difference between our bodies is the most pronounced. I’m so small compared to him, like a flea on a stallion.

  His neck is tight, his face strained as I slide my hands up his stubbled cheeks.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper as his big hands grip my ass. He’s rougher than he was in the bedroom, but it spurs me on even more, getting me excited like I’ve never been before. “Stay with me, Easton.”

  His eyes are burning a bright brown as he looks at me like he’s about to devour me whole.

  “What can I do?”

  His heated eyes drop down to my chest. My nipples harden in response. My whole body is aching for him now. I’m so wet. I’m so ready.

  “Clothes,” he growls as his hands squeeze my ass, making me whimper. “Off.”

  I climb back to my seat and quickly get undressed. My eyes dart out of the windshield and out of the back, making sure there’s no around as I unbutton my jeans.

  “Easton,” I gasp when I see his body start to grow. His shirt was already fitted over his big arms and shoulders, but now it looks skin-tight as he swells up.