Alpha´s Desire

by Jasmine Wylder

  “I’m more than ready, Sienna,” he said, his tone growing more serious. “You say go when we get there and you and your wolf better run like you’ve never before because I’ll catch you. No matter what, I’ll catch you.”

  He watched her swallow hard at the words and the glint returned to her eye.

  “And the stakes?”

  Brody didn’t miss the raw edge to her low voice.

  “A favor,” Brody said, knowing he was pushing the two of them into territory neither had anticipated. But he didn’t care anymore. Whether she liked it or not, whether he liked it or not, Sienna was going to be his and nothing could change that now. “A dirty, sexual favor that the winner can collect as soon as we get back to our suite.”

  Sienna’s eyes shot to Brody’s.

  “Our suite?”

  Brody loved watching her squirm in her seat.

  “Yes, sweet Sienna,” he growled. “Our suite.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  They pulled into the dam parking lot that butted up against the Colorado River and Sienna struggled to keep her breathing as regular as possible while Brody parked his truck. She hadn’t said much since the wager they’d made—her mind was racing in a million, delectable directions since she’d agreed to some dirty, naked favor should Brody’s wolf catch her own.

  That was the thing, though, and the reason she hadn’t minded taking the bet. For one thing, she’d love to see Brody humbled and turned into her sex slave, even for one night. And two, she’d never met a wolf in all her life that could keep up with her own.

  He was toast.

  “It’s been fun, Brody,” Sienna said as she hopped down from the passenger seat and quickly stripped bare in the empty parking lot. Behind her, she heard Brody’s sharp intake of breath as her bra went flying over her shoulder back into the cab. “But this is where I leave you. For what it’s worth, you never had a shot.”

  With that, Sienna felt the familiar pull of her wolf come forward as muscles popped and skin stretched. In half a breath, Sienna was in her wolf form and her wolf was off and running.

  It felt good to move at her normal speed and after the attack from the bears, her wolf had felt powerless when she was unable to shift to defend them. This, being in the open air as herself and running at top speed, made things better. Brought clarity and a sense of safety back into her wolf’s consciousness.

  Just as she had cleared the parking lot and made it into the tree line, she’d heard Brody’s shouted curses and rush to get out of the truck himself. Her wolf didn’t understand the wolf per se, but understood that the male realized he’d just been bested.

  Sienna and her wolf pushed hard, darting and ducking through the underbrush and small, gnarled trees that they knew so well after all these years. This was the very place she came each week to run out the frustrations of losing her family connection all those years ago, to working among the shadiest of society in her security job, to being alone and having to go through life with no one to lean on or draw strength from.

  It hit her then. Despite only knowing Brody a short time, Sienna and her wolf were already leaning on the Alpha for strength through this whole shifter war brewing. The thought both unsettled and excited her and it wasn’t lost on Sienna that she’d brought Brody out to the place that was most sacred to her.

  She fought the pull in her heart that called to Brody as her wolf darted across the shallow water. She knew that by now, Brody was already well on his way and tracking her every move so she had to be smart. Now that she had a little distance between them, she began to circle back and retrace her steps just enough to create tracks that crisscrossed and deceived the average tracker.

  Sienna was good at this game. She could lose anyone or anything, herself included when need be. There were plenty of times that her marks had figured out she was working for the hotel and had come after her once they’d been thrown out. Sienna could blend in a crowd and mix her scent with humans instantly and she’d always been able to play hide and seek like a pro—even when the odds were stacked against her.

  A noise a few hundred yards behind her propelled Sienna and her wolf to push even harder. She knew Brody would be fast and most likely an expert tracker—but he’d never tracked anything like her, her wolf thought smugly. Then her wolf thought the strangest thing that gave Sienna pause.

  Her wolf wanted Brody to catch them.

  It stunned her momentarily, but Sienna willed her wolf, who was in control, to win this battle. It was important that Brody not get the upper hand in whatever was unfolding between them.

  Again, Sienna and her wolf pushed harder, going past the normal landmarks and scented tree trunks that marked their usual boundary. Now they were in uncharted, wild territory with the river running beside them as they went further. Sienna felt a rush of emotions—she felt wild. She felt strong. She felt free. Even with Brody on her heels and part of her life like he was, Sienna was feeling both protected and free at the same time.

  It was an amazing feeling that she and her wolf reveled in so much that they missed the telltale signs that the game was up.

  She heard a chuff of breath a split second before a large, furry body barreled into her. She saw a flash of gorgeous black fur tangle with her just as her back hit the ground and she tumbled. She knew from the scent that it was Brody and he’d found her.

  Limbs, fur, and snarls tangled as they came to a stop and for a moment, Sienna fought him and attempted to get up from the submissive position she found herself in. She’d barely managed to squirm to the side to get off her back before Brody’s wolf gently stuck his muzzle in the sensitive fur at her neck. Normally, when a wolf refused to submit, the winner would bite the neck of the loser to demand submission. But it was obvious that Brody, despite being able to, didn’t want to chance hurting Sienna’s wolf with a bite to the throat. He let out a low, threatening growl, giving her one last chance to submit and concede defeat.

  With a huff, Sienna’s wolf whined and lay flat, exposing her neck and her vulnerable belly fully to him.

  Sienna’s wolf immediately retreated to the back of her consciousness and Sienna the woman was thrust forward as her body shifted back to human without a logic thought—because if she’d been given a chance to have a rational thought, she would not have agreed to shift so far away from her clothes.

  Her body stretched back into place while Brody’s wolf stood above her and gave a soft, sensual growl.

  Brody shifted moments after she did and before she could draw a steadying breath, his naked form was draped over hers and his mouth had taken hers prisoner, his tongue pushing past her lips to explore her mouth. Sienna couldn’t help it. She moaned at the sensation of having every heated inch of Brody McAllister pressed against her hungry body. It was almost too much.

  He rained hot kisses against her jaw and onto the sensitive part of her neck before he groaned.

  “Jesus, Sienna, spare me,” he said in a jagged voice. “Shift so we can get back to the truck or so help me God, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

  It wasn’t such a bad idea, she mused, but it was obvious Brody was trying to maintain some sort of control so she gave a little nod as he pushed himself off her.

  “You had to have cheated,” she said as she pushed herself off her back, preparing to shift again.

  “When it comes to you, sweetheart,” Brody said readying himself to shift, too. “There are no rules. I would have moved Hell itself to win that favor.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brody pulled up to the valet’s curb and tossed the keys to the attendant as he rounded the front of his truck and opened Sienna’s door. Wordlessly, as was part of his winning, Sienna allowed him to grab her hand and pull her from the seat.

  She’d tried to get Brody to spill on just what he planned to do with his favor, but he told her that first and foremost, they weren’t to talk until after their shower. Those were the rules. So far, she’d obeyed and it was only turning him on even more. His pants w
ere cutting off the circulation to his lower half and if he didn’t get her naked in his room quickly, he and his wolf were going to lose their cool.

  He half dragged Sienna through the ornate lobby and toward the gilded elevators. Thank the gods that they got into one alone. He punched the floor number and the moment the doors slid shut, he had his hands in her hair and had pushed her up against the far wall. He slanted his mouth down over hers again and held her close against him as he ground his hips against hers, showing her just exactly what she was doing to him—he was nearly insane with desire. Her little moan as she arched her back to get closer contact with him nearly undid him. He pulled apart from her just as the elevator pulled to a stop at their floor.

  Once again, he was stalking down the hallway with Sienna in tow. He’d managed to get his keycard out of his uncomfortable pants pocket and jammed it into the reader when they’d reached his door.

  Brody pushed the unlocked door aside and pulled Sienna in front of him across the threshold. She’d gotten two steps inside before he was on her again, yanking at her top and pulling it over her head. She was turned away from him and Brody pulled her back against his chest with one hand as his other hand aggressively palmed a breast over the black silk bra she was wearing. She dipped her head back against him and bit her lip as she stifled another moan. Brody gloated a little at the fact that she was just as fired up and turned on as he was.

  “I want you so bad right now, Sienna,” he whispered next to her ear before nipping at the sensitive skin below it. Her breath sucked in sharply at the contact and Brody liked how sensitive she was turning out to be. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do. Tell me you want me to fuck you right now.”

  Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as Brody moved his hands down her body toward the button on her jeans. In a fluid motion, he’d undone them and had them sliding down the most luscious ass he’d ever seen in his long life. It was perfect. Round. Soft. Smooth. Just begging for a stinging slap as he drove into her from behind. The thought alone nearly had him embarrassing himself in his pants. Soon enough, he promised himself. Soon enough.

  Sienna stepped out of the jeans and turned to face Brody.

  “So, I can talk now?” She raised her eyebrows a bit at her saucy question.

  “Only to tell me you want it, too,” he said in a low voice as he stalked forward. Sienna backed up as he advanced and she eventually bumped into a desk and stopped. Brody, however, continued forward until his large body was eating up all her personal space.

  “Tell me, Sienna,” he growled, spearing a hand in her hair and gently pulling back hard enough to make her head tilt up to look at him.

  “I want you,” she said quietly.

  Brody smiled.

  “Want me to what?” He pushed. He wanted to hear the filthy word out of her mouth.

  “I want you to fuck me, Brody.”

  With that sentence, the tether holding Brody’s sanity and control snapped. His claws sprang from his fingers and he turned her little black lace G-string into shreds as he ripped it from her body. He pulled her from the desk and began kissing her while at the same time moving her back toward his bedroom. Teasing. Nipping. Sucking at her lips. He didn’t stop marching her backwards until they found themselves in his giant bathroom. In seconds, he had his clothes in a pile on the ground and he smiled triumphantly to himself when she wet her lips the moment his throbbing cock sprang free from his pants. Her reaction to it was instant and primal and lit Brody’s blood on fire for this woman. She was made for him. There was no other way to explain it.

  Wordlessly he started the shower and pulled her in with him when the water was warm enough. She was letting Brody lead in this first encounter and he didn’t miss the desire in her eyes as she allowed him to wash her hair and body. With soapy hands, he ran up and down the entirety of her body, learning every curve and lush angle. Soon enough, they were both clean.

  Just as Sienna moved to step out of the shower, Brody pushed her gently against the wall while the spray from the showerhead flowed over her. Wordlessly, he lowered in front of her until he was eye level with her core. Understanding what he was doing, Sienna whimpered above him as he leaned forward and pulled her folds apart with his hands before diving his tongue into the very center of her. Brody was merciless and went straight for her sensitive nub with his lips and tongue as he worked a single finger into her. She gasped and snaked her fingers into his hair, pulling him harder into her as he felt Sienna begin to come apart. When he pushed a second finger in, she shattered. Her orgasm rained over him and had his wolf howling in joy as she trembled and struggled to keep her legs stable beneath her.

  Brody cut the water and wrapped Sienna in a towel after drying himself. Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her straight to his bed where he set her down and removed her towel.

  “Now, Sienna,” he said. “Now I’ll fuck you.”

  An impish grin crossed her face at his words and she licked her lips, biting the lower one as Brody crawled up the bed, over her legs, until he hovered above her.

  “You’re still wet for me, aren’t you?” He whispered as he ran his thumb gently over the skin he’d just assaulted. Sienna shuddered and Brody had his answer. “Open your legs for me, Sienna.”

  Never taking her eyes from his, she complied and wrapped her legs around Brody’s waist, gaining him complete access to the very place he wanted in more than anything.

  He gripped his shaft in one hand and supported his weight off Sienna with the opposite elbow. His bulbous head nudged at her opening and Sienna threw her head back at the blazing contact. She was ripe for another orgasm—he and his wolf could feel it.

  Wordlessly, he slid into her depths, hissing as her heat wrapped around him until he was fully seated inside her.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel fucking amazing.”

  Brody was tentative at first, moving slowly while she adjusted to his size. Soon enough, he could feel Sienna’s frustration beneath him.

  “Please, Brody,” she whimpered. “Please. Please. Please.”

  He loved the sound of her surrender. He loved that she was begging him for the thing that only he, only Brody, could provide. His wolf was manic now, needing Brody to claim her. With a thin control, Brody kept himself from marking the very sensitive skin on her neck that he was teasing earlier. But he didn’t stop himself from pistoning in and out of Sienna like a man possessed.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  His wolf growled over and over as Brody pushed both he and Sienna toward an abyss.

  She went first—screaming his name as her legs shook around him and her nails scored his back.

  Her orgasm was intense and her cries and squeezing muscles pulled Brody with her. He roared her name as he found his own release, pushing further and further into her as his body twitched and emptied itself of all his energy.

  Brody and Sienna lay there, spent, for a few breathless moments.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered when she finally found her voice.

  He pushed himself up off her and smiled down at Sienna. His wolf more content than he’d ever been and Brody as well.

  It was the best sex Brody had ever had and instead of reveling in the bond he and Sienna had obviously just created,instead of exploring the fact that it was likely that he and Sienna were true mates, Brody did the one thing he knew how to do when emotions and feelings were involved.

  He panicked and fucked it all up.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sienna was going to castrate the son of a bitch. After the most mind-blowing sex of her entire life, Brody went and had himself a nuclear man-meltdown.

  Once they’d gone for a second round, they’d showered and gotten a few hours’ sleep before jumping back at each other for round three.

  But by breakfast? Brody had somehow spooked himself into behaving like the biggest jerk-off on the planet. Over toast, Sienna noticed he’d started to get a bit twitchy and his conversation skills plummeted.
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br />   His eyes were darting around the room like he had to keep a constant eye on the nearest exit at all times or his ass would catch on fire.

  Finally, Sienna couldn’t take his twitchiness a second longer.

  “Brody,” she frowned at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He denied anything at first, but the more Sienna pressed, the squirmier he got.

  “Do you regret what happened?” She put the question out there despite not wanting to hear the wrong answer. Being with Brody had felt so right. Almost perfect. Sure, she was a little sketched out at their intense connection, but she wasn’t trying to self-sabotage a good thing, either. Brody, it seemed, was hell bent on just that.

  He had dressed quickly and run his hands through his hair at least a half dozen times. Sienna, meanwhile, had tried her best to keep calm at the impending hurt she felt brewing. He’d gone and made her vulnerable and she’d grown attached to him and here he was just seconds from dropping her like yesterday’s mistake.

  “I don’t regret anything, Sienna,” he began as he inched closer to the door. She forced herself to remain in her chair while her hand clutched the coffee cup in front of her. “But I need to stay focused on Liesel and finding her. I need to remember I have a pack and I can’t get caught up in a girlfriend or a mate or whatever.”

  Sienna’s cheeks blazed at his words.

  “Who said anything about mates or girlfriends or whatever?” She frowned at him. “I sure as hell didn’t. No need to insult me, Brody. I wasn’t begging you to make an honest woman out of me or anything. Calm down.”

  He drew in a deep breath.

  “I need you to understand something--I’m not interested in a mate. They’re a distraction. I’ve got a pack to take care of…I...shit...I need some air.”

  He seemed lost of all a sudden, like he was having a hard time staying focused. Without a word, he practically ran from the suite and slammed the door behind him. Sienna had been stunned. She sat alone in that room for almost two hours waiting for the idiot to come back and make even the tiniest bit of sense, but by that point she’d reached her limit. Digging all her belongings that Brody had salvaged from her purse and her car (which thankfully included her wallet and phone), Sienna picked up the hotel phone and dialed the front desk.