Dirty Alpha (The Alpha's Obsession Book 2)

by Olivia T. Turner

  He steps back into the light and my knees go a little weak. Holy hell, I almost forgot how good looking he is.

  My body is betraying me. It should be in survival mode, but instead, it’s in curl up into those big arms and cuddle mode.

  “Don’t!” I warn as he slowly starts walking toward me. “I shot a bear, I’ll shoot you too!”

  “I know,” he says as his bare feet keep moving. “I felt all three shots.”

  He points to the two wounds on his shoulder and I nearly faint. He has two bullet holes in his shoulder and one in his chest, exactly where I had shot that bear. What are the odds of that happening? They’re a bit bloody, but they look like they’re almost healed up.

  “What do you mean, you felt all three shots?” I ask as I watch him curiously. “Stay back!”

  I keep taking steps back because the creep keeps moving toward me.

  “That’s what I wanted to tell you,” he says as he gets too close for my comfort. “We’re ma—”

  I pull the trigger and a bullet explodes out of the chamber and sinks right into his beautiful muscular thigh. I hate to ruin a masterpiece, but he’s not leaving me much of a choice.

  He stumbles back with a wince and stares at me with the same look of betrayal that the bear had in his eyes.

  And just like I did with the bear, I start running.

  Although, this time, I have all of my stuff and I’m not coming back.

  Chapter Five

  Madison

  I’m exhausted when I wake up in the morning. I ran through most of the night until I was sure that the naked creeper wasn’t following me.

  I don’t feel bad for shooting him, but I do kind of feel bad for ruining such a beautiful, muscular thigh. It feels like a crime against humanity to destroy something that perfect.

  With a vicious yawn, I crawl out of my deflated and broken tent, and look around. I pitched what was left of my tent off the trail beside a huge rock that is now covered in bugs. Ew.

  I try to stay as quiet as I can while I look around for any signs of a naked man and/or a wounded grizzly bear hellbent on revenge.

  I came out here in the wilderness to see what I was made of, and I must say, I’m pretty impressed with myself. I handled an attacking grizzly bear who wanted me for his lunch and I handled a sexual deviant who wanted me for his dessert. I’m kind of a badass. I’m the toughest girl I kno—“Ahh shit!!” I scream when a ladybug lands on my neck. I swat it off in a panic and then look around frantically to see if anything bigger was around to hear my screams.

  It looks like I’m okay. Where was I? Oh, right. I’m a total badass. Unless you’re counting ladybugs…

  After a quick breakfast, I pack up all my things and keep moving at a brisk pace. It’s always cool in the morning and it gets warmer as the day goes on. Right now, I’m feeling good as I move along the mountain path, watching the spectacular scenery that somehow keeps getting better every day.

  The smell of pine needles and earthy moss on the crisp air has me breathing in deep as the ground starts moving up at a steep angle. I’m sweating out all of the energy drinks, the junk food, the alcohol, and all of the shit that I’ve been fueling my body with for the past few years. It feels good. When I get out of this path on the other end, I’ll be a new me.

  If I get out of this path. I’m still not sure if I’m being followed by someone or something.

  I take a nervous look around but there’s nothing to see except for craggy cliffs in the distance and tall Redwoods all around me. My hand strokes the gun on my hip as I take a deep breath and keep moving.

  If he comes back, I’ll shoot him again.

  It worked last time as a strategy and like my dad always said, “If it ain’t broke, do that shit again.”

  My stomach starts grumbling around lunchtime, so I head toward the sound of the babbling river in the distance to eat.

  That’s when I hear a masculine voice, mumbling something to himself. My heart nearly stops as I hide behind a tree and listen.

  “Next time, you let me handle it,” the voice says. There’s no answer, but that doesn’t stop him from talking to his invisible friend. “No! You fucked it up! I told you.”

  There’s an empty pit in my stomach as I wait for more. There’s nothing but splashing around, which means he’s probably bathing.

  Is that just another hiker or…

  I shiver when I think back to last night. To the way the man was looking at me in awe, to the way I was probably looking back at him in the same way, the way he looked in the orange glow of the fire. How tempting… how beautiful…

  What was his name? Julian something?

  I had fitful dreams all night about him finding me and taking what I could see he wanted in his eyes so badly. In my dreams I wanted it too.

  But I don’t want it now. I definitely don’t.

  Who would want to climb up such a big muscular man like that and feel that thick gorgeous cock sink into my… Focus Madison!

  I shake that renegade thought from my head and decide to move a little closer. Just to make sure it’s a harmless hiker. It’s not to see if it’s Julian in there, naked and wet. It’s definitely not to get another look at that thick log of his.

  As quietly as I can, I head to the sound of the river. The breeze is in my face as I go, tickling my sweaty brow.

  My core starts vibrating like a tuning fork when I spot the man in the water. It’s Julian.

  I should get the fuck out of here.

  But then a better idea pops into my head.

  Maybe I should get a good long look of him. For the police sketch artist. Yes, I should definitely memorize every detail of his body. It’s the responsible thing to do.

  A swell of heat rushes from my core to between my legs as I watch him. He really is gorgeous.

  He’s all thick carved muscle as he stands in the river with the water up to his waist. I stand on my tippy toes to see if I can see anything floating under the surface, but I can’t see anything past the sculpted V on his hard pelvis.

  His messy hair is wet with water droplets dripping onto his broad shoulders that I just want to lick off. This man’s arms belong on a video game character. They don’t look real.

  It’s too bad he’s such a creep. What a waste of a hottie.

  “We’re bathing first and then we’re going,” he mutters to nothing. The fish maybe? The trees? “No. Stop it. I’m covered in dried blood thanks to you. You want to go up to her looking like a serial killer?”

  My heart seizes a little at the mention of serial killer. It only starts pumping again when I stroke the gun on my hip.

  “I know. She was fucking beautiful. Those curves…”

  He closes his eyes like he’s fallen into ecstasy and my eyes widen. Is he talking about me? No way. I’m not what you call beautiful. Although, I do have the curves…

  “I want her too,” he mumbles as he floats on his back and looks up at the sky. My mouth waters again when I see his long hard cock emerge from the water. He wraps his big hand around it and starts jerking off with long slow strokes.

  My pussy is burning as I watch. Before I can stop myself, my hand slips into my pants and slides between my thighs. I’m already so wet as I touch myself, rubbing my throbbing clit as I watch this gorgeous man get himself off. I can’t focus or think straight. This is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

  His hand starts pumping his cock harder as his mouth opens wide. My own hand moves to the same rhythm, rubbing tight circles on my clit in between dipping my fingers into my sopping wet hole. I’m going to cum. I can feel it.

  It’s raging forward, strong and out of control.

  It hits me hard and I nearly cry out before I catch myself and swallow the scream down. Julian cums at the same time as me and I watch through watery eyes as thick streams of his seed shoot out of his cock and land on his hard abs.

  “Fuck,” I gasp as the tremendous heat flows through me, making me tremble all over. It takes
me a few seconds to recover and when I pull my hand out, it’s slick with my warm juices. I wipe it on the tree bark as I watch my live porno movie sink below the surface of the water.

  “Still no release,” he mutters when he gets back up. He runs his hands through his wet hair as he walks toward the shore. The water washed away the cum from his abs, but they’re still spectacular to look at regardless.

  “Fine,” he grunts as the river gets lower and lower. I bite my bottom lip as his thick semi-hard cock comes back into view. My pussy starts waking up again, tingling and throbbing all over even though I just had an orgasm. “If you promise not to go see her.”

  I’m expecting to see his thigh all bandaged up, but there’s nothing where I shot him. Not even a bullet hole.

  The water is to his knees when he starts shaking. It’s little trembles at first, but then his body starts shaking violently and his face twists up in what looks like agony.

  “What the—?” I whisper in confusion as I watch his muscles swell up even larger. Brown hair starts sprouting from his skin and he lets out a savage roar as his body explodes into a full-grown grizzly bear. The same grizzly bear I shot three times.

  The trees sway as the breeze changes direction, sending my scent straight to the vicious predator that’s only a few yards from me.

  The bear freezes, lifts his nose, and inhales deeply.

  “No,” I whisper when I see his brown eyes widen in recognition. “Please no.”

  Those hungry eyes snap right over to me and I dart behind the tree, hoping he didn’t see where I’m hiding. I swallow hard and then carefully look out.

  He’s running right at me in a full sprint.

  “Shit!” I leave my bag and run as fast as I can into the forest. The bear is only about twenty yards back and gaining on me quickly.

  Panicked thoughts are racing through my mind. What are you supposed to do in case of a bear attack? Run downhill! Apparently, bears are horrible at running down steep declines.

  Good thing I hiked uphill all morning! I start running back down the mountain, but I’m going way too fast.

  My arms start flailing as I lose my balance, but the velocity of my legs on the steep decline keeps me going for another few yards until I fall hard and slam into the ground. I don’t stop there. The momentum sends me rolling down the hill, smashing into rocks, roots, trees, and bushes until I skid to a bloody stop several yards down from where I fell.

  Of course, the vicious bear has no trouble running down the hill and he catches up to me easily.

  Keep that in mind. If you’re running from Madison Greer, run down a hill, if you’re running from a grizzly bear, try something else.

  “Ow,” I wince as I turn onto my ass and grab my scratched up knee. My pants are torn and quickly soaking with blood, but that’s the least of my problems.

  I look up the hill and see the monstrous grizzly bear thundering toward me. “I warned you!” I shout as I reach for the gun on my hip. My hand clenches nothing but air.

  “No…”

  It fell off during the fall. I look around in a panic and grab the only thing I can find: a dried-up old stick.

  The bear slows as it approaches, probably wanting to draw this moment out, like a diner in a fine restaurant savoring every part of their meal.

  I can feel his hot breath on my sweaty skin as he takes slow heavy steps forward. When he brings his head within swinging distance, I let it rip and smash the stick over his head as hard as I can. Unfortunately, the stick is about a thousand years old and crumbles to pieces, inflicting no damage on the terrifying bear.

  I close my eyes as he leans in, waiting for his teeth to sink into me, but I get a long, slow, wet lick along my cheek instead.

  My eyes fly open in shock and the bear steps back and starts shaking. Its huge frame shrinks in on itself and then with a rip, Julian is back staring down at me. Naked as usual.

  “You’re a shifter?” I say when it hits me, way too late. I should have put the pieces together earlier but I’ve never seen a shifter before and the constant view of Julian’s full body wasn’t allowing me to think properly.

  “I am,” he says as he kneels in front of me. “I tried to tell you. You know, before you shot me. For the fourth time.”

  “You keep attacking me!” I shout as my hand searches the ground for something hard. My fingers wrap around a stick and I hold it up in a threatening manner.

  He laughs. “Did you run out of bullets?”

  “I dropped my gun.”

  He stands up and looks back up the mountain. I’m treated to a nice view of his hard ass and muscular back as he walks back up the hill and grabs it where it landed next to a tree.

  “Don’t!” I shout as he walks back with my gun in his hand.

  This is it. It’s over now.

  “Will you relax?” he says as he kneels in front of me and offers the gun. “I’m not going to hurt you. How many times do I have to say that?”

  I snatch the gun out of his hand and keep it pointed at his chest. “Maybe one more time.”

  He smiles as he watches me. “You’re so perfect. I hope you know that. I would never, ever, hurt you. You’re my mate. I’m already in love with you.”

  “I’m your what?” I ask as my eyebrows raise.

  “My mate,” he says with a dominant voice that teases through my trembling body. “My lover, my soulmate, my heart, my everything. You’re my girl and I’m your guy. Now and forever.”

  I just sit there gawking at him while I bleed all over myself.

  That explains the intense desire for him. But that would mean…

  “You… want… me?” I ask as confusion sets in. My brain is not computing. How could this perfect specimen of an alpha shifter desire me?

  He grabs my chin with a firm grip and pulls my mouth toward him as he leans in with his dark eyes smoldering.

  “I want you. So. Fucking. Badly.”

  He crushes his lips to mine and takes my mouth with a shamelessly possessive kiss that has every cell in my body leaning toward him.

  My head is spinning and my body is melting when he finally releases my mouth. I can’t think properly. I can barely see as he holds my chin up.

  “And I’m going to have you,” he growls. “Every inch of your sexy body. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

  All I can do is nod and gulp as my brain short-circuits from that devastating kiss.

  “It’s all yours,” I whisper as his hungry eyes bore into mine. “Help yourself.”

  Chapter Six

  Julian

  “Take your pants off.”

  “What?” she says in a panic as her stunning eyes snap back to reality. “Already?!”

  I smile as I run my hand down her arm, which raises the hairs on mine. “I’m going to clean up your scratched knees and elbows.”

  “Oh, right,” she says with a look of relief.

  “Where’s your bag?” I ask, looking around for it. She must have packed some kind of first aid kit.

  “Up the hill,” she says with a gulp. “Where I was—”

  “Watching me bathe?”

  Her brown eyes widen as she nods her head up and down.

  “Did you see everything?” I ask, wondering if she got there before or after I jerked off while thinking about her.

  “I just… No. I saw nothing.”

  With a grin on my lips, I slide my hands under her. “I’m not sure if I believe that. What’s your name, love?”

  My girl hesitates for a moment before saying the most gorgeous name that ever existed. “Madison.”

  “Madison,” I whisper, savoring every last syllable. “It’s perfect.”

  She does a little mewling sound as I lift her and cradle her to my big chest. She feels like heaven in my arms, thick and curvy, just how I was hoping my mate would be.

  “I can walk,” she says as I start carrying her up the steep hill. “I know I’m heavy.”

  I can’t help myself. I stop on the hill and kiss her lips
once again, moaning as I taste her delectable mouth. Her shy tongue slides against mine and my dick turns as hard as a rock. I can’t wait to feel her wet mouth sliding up and down my shaft.

  “You are the perfect size,” I tell her as my heart pounds against her body. “I could stare at you for hours. I will stare at you for hours. Your sexy hips, your round ass, your big tits, your luscious lips. It’s going to take more than a lifetime for me to get enough of staring at you.”

  Her cheeks go red as she watches me. I kiss her again and then I start moving.

  The faster I get her torn skin cleaned up, the faster I can work on taking what’s mine. Every inch of it.

  I carry her to the tree that has her bag leaning against it, savoring every step with her in my arms. I’m kind of wishing she hurt herself a little bit more so I could carry her the rest of the way.

  The sweet hot smell of her arousal hits me when I put her down and pick up her backpack. My nose is drawn straight to the bark of the tree where I inhale the smell of my mate’s pussy. Smelling it feels like a flamethrower shooting fire through my veins as I breathe it in. My dick hardens immediately and my bear groans at the scent.

  “You were watching me,” I say with a grin as I turn to her. “And touching your sweet little cunt while you did.”

  A cute flush of red creeps up her neck and into her face. She knows she’s caught.

  “You don’t have to answer,” I tell her as I open her bag. “But you do have to get those pants off. Now.”

  She swallows hard as she starts unbuttoning her pants. My eyes dart to her white cotton panties as she wiggles out of her jeans and pulls them down to her ankles.

  “All the way off,” I command when she tries to leave them there.

  She steps out of them and my eyes are locked on her mound—my mate’s mound—covered only by a thin strip of material that wouldn’t stand a chance against my teeth.

  I grab her first aid kit and kneel in front of her. The scent of her arousal, old and new, is filling my nose, making me lightheaded and shaky all over. My bear grumbles when I see the wet patch on her cunt.