Desired by the Alpha (Wolf Destiny Book 1)

by Violet Ray

  Her burning heat engulfed more of his throbbing cock and when she wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him forward, he knew she was ready.

  Sliding the rest of his hard cock into her in one long stroke, he paused when he was all the way inside.

  Blaize leaned down, touching just the tip of his tongue to Olivia’s closed lips. Without warning her eyes flew open, capturing his in a gaze so full of passion he got lost in it.

  Rocking his hips back, he stroked forward, their eyes locked together as he set a slow rhythm even as the last bits of his composure were fraying into nothingness.

  Far from looking like she was only tolerating his movements, Olivia was bucking her hips up to meet his strokes, taking him even deeper. He picked up speed, his thrusts growing faster, more urgent.

  With a sharp intake of breath, Olivia arched up, coming again, her orgasm causing her to squeeze his throbbing length mercilessly.

  Blaize was thrusting wildly now, out of control, his body on fire as his cock stiffened even more.

  Their sweat-slick bodies slid together and Blaize groaned, burning up, his orgasm building until it could no longer be contained.

  With a shout he exploded inside her, jolts of pleasure spiking up his spine. He didn’t stop moving until he was spent, his seed filling her completely.

  It was unlike anything Blaize had experienced. Never had he felt such a deep connection to another being during sex before.

  Collapsing down onto Olivia, he buried his face in her neck, trying to regain his strength while her fingertips roamed softly around his back. Her heart was still racing as fast as his was, and it didn’t seem like anything would ever be the same again.

  Chapter 4

  Tentatively, Olivia stuck her head out of the cave, stopping while she was still in its shadow. Already a few feet ahead of her, Blaize looked back over his shoulder.

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of out here. Not when you’re with me,” he said, the barest hint of a smile crossing his face.

  Her pulse quickened. It was the first time she had seen him smile. Well. Almost smile. Maybe that was as close as he could get.

  He had it wrong. She wasn’t hanging back in the cave out of fear. Far from it. She wanted to stay there with the one who was making her afraid.

  Try as she might, Olivia couldn’t bring herself to correct Blaize, to say out loud that she wanted him again. And again.

  A very short time ago, Blaize had been busy redefining sex for her. She wouldn’t ever admit it to him, not under any circumstances, but his burning intensity scared her a little bit. And even that tiny sliver of fear in the back of her mind, the one that she couldn’t ignore no matter how caught up in the moment she was, had added to the excitement of being with him.

  It made every sensation so much more intense, as if somehow she had shed a protective layer she didn’t even know she had.

  Sex with him was risky, no doubt about it. Olivia certainly didn’t know enough about wolves in general, or Blaize in particular, to know whether or not she was truly safe with him. And yet the pull to him was irresistible, almost as if her body wasn’t quite in her control.

  It had been the best sex of her life, so far beyond anything she had ever experienced.

  But maybe it hadn’t been the same for him. When it was over, Olivia lay where she was, his body still on top of her, his weight a very pleasant reminder of how powerful he was. She could have stayed that way indefinitely, but all too soon he jumped up.

  “I’ll show you the way out of the woods.” When Blaize’s words stung her a little, Olivia realized she had been hoping for something more from him, and that wasn’t good. Not at all. She had to put a stop to her growing feelings, and fast. It had just been sex. Really, really great sex, but still. Just sex.

  They dressed in silence, Blaize’s expression no different than before as he untangled pieces of her clothing from his and handed them over. If anything, he was more distant than he was before. Their only exchange of words was him offering her his coat again with barely a grunt when she accepted it gratefully.

  Olivia took a step out of the small cave and into the cooler air, trying to catch up with Blaize before he disappeared. They hadn’t come far but with no visible path here, Olivia doubted she could have found her way out on her own.

  Blaize slowed down so they could walk together, but he still didn’t say a word.

  Just walking close to him was like torture, allowing her to look but not touch. How could he not feel the same way she did?

  Olivia’s body throbbed with arousal, her pulse beating in time with the memory of Blaize’s weight on top of her, his big cock touching her in ways she hadn’t ever felt before.

  Reaching the edge of the woods, Olivia stopped, catching his eye.

  “Thank you, Blaize. For…everything. I don’t know what I would have done without your help,” she said, watching his face carefully for some sign. Of what, she wasn’t sure. But something.

  Nodding sharply, Blaize turned to leave but stopped abruptly.

  “Will I see you again?” Olivia blurted out, berating herself for asking even as she spoke.

  “Do you live in that house again?” he asked, his face so impassive it might as well have been carved from stone.

  “Yes.”

  “Then you will see me again.”

  Olivia stepped out of the trees, the bright sun catching her off-guard and blinding her for a moment.

  After her eyes adjusted, she strode forward resolutely, determined not to look back to see if Blaize was still there. She managed about five steps before her head swivelled around, her body once again not in her command when it came to him.

  There was no trace of the man, but she could just make out the dark, dark eyes of the wolf, locking with hers for a moment and then he was gone.

  The warm water was soothing the moment Olivia sank into the bathtub, soft music straining in from the speakers in her bedroom. A nice soak in a scented bubble bath was her favorite way to relax, and it had never failed her before.

  But this time her mind was still racing about a thousand miles an hour and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think about anything else except Blaize.

  Sleeping with Blaize was like a dream that had ended far too soon. What she couldn’t explain to anyone, least of all herself, was the unexpectedly deep connection she felt when their bodies were joined. It was like they belonged together.

  Sure, Olivia always felt a connection of some sort when she was with a man. But nothing like this. It was as if they were meant for each other.

  How could that be possible? Blaize was a werewolf. A shifter. She was human. Enough said already, not to mention the fact that she could never even talk about what had happened with anyone. She had enough trouble trying fit into her hometown even when she was a child. Something like this would destroy her chances now.

  Closing her eyes, Olivia moved around in the tub, sinking deeper into the water so that her chin touched it, recalling a conversation she had overhead not long before she got her acceptance to Hewthorn.

  “I don’t know why you’re encouraging Olivia in thinking she can be a dancer. It’s a waste of time, yours and hers,” Mrs. Helms said, sipping delicately at a mug of coffee as she sat at their kitchen table one Saturday afternoon.

  “That’s not true,” Mom told her. “She enjoys it. That’s never a waste of time.”

  “But all the time you spend, driving her back and forth to classes almost every day. Not to mention the expense…” Her voice trailed off, as if she was trying to be delicate about a sensitive subject.

  Olivia almost popped into the kitchen to argue with Mrs. Helms. Her daughter was in her class at school and Brittney was just as much of a snob as her mother, even though they weren’t anything close to being rich. They just acted like it. Olivia and Brittney had gotten into more than conflict about it. She couldn’t understand why her mother was friendly with Mrs. Helms, but the one time Olivia asked why, she
would only tell her not to judge people too quickly.

  “I believe Olivia is going to be a great dancer, and I’m going to support her dream any way I can,” Her mother was using her firm tone with Mrs. Helms now, the one that Olivia knew meant No More Discussion.

  She didn’t stick around to hear the rest of their conversation, skipping outside instead to go practice her jetes in her favorite spot, as close to the woods as she could get away with. Her mother was on her side and that was all she needed to know.

  What would Mrs. Helms say if she knew about Olivia’s adventures in the woods? If she didn’t keel over from a stroke, she would certainly make sure Olivia wasn’t welcome in this town anymore. And Olivia was determined to make sure she belonged here again.

  She had already been planning to settle down. Find a job, get married. Maybe start a family. Her time with Blaize was just a blip on the radar. A wonderful memory, nothing more.

  Standing up, Olivia wrapped a bath towel around herself.

  Her mother had left a lot of stuff behind for her, but there were still a number of things she needed to do to set up the house for living in again. It was time to kickstart her brand-new life. No reason to delay. Blaize was already in her past. Best to leave him there, along with her old life.

  Throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweater, she ran a comb through her hair as she stood at the full-length mirror, unable to help noticing that her jeans were looking a little on the snug side, and not in the right places. She should really pick up a new pair.

  Now that was something worth thinking about. Going clothes shopping would be fun, and it would take her mind off everything. What better way to start to adjust to her new lifestyle than creating a new look?

  Grabbing her coat and car keys, she headed outside, forcing herself to keep her eyes forward and not look in the direction of the quiet, enticing forest.

  Reaching town, Olivia parked her car at the very edge of where she planned to go. The extra walking would do her leg some good.

  Heading east up the sidewalk, she could already see the changes that had taken place since she had been away. There were a number of new shops, some even fairly modern-looking, and the most of the old ones had been given some much-needed makeovers.

  Olivia stopped in the first store she came to, taking her time to browse through everything. Normally she loved shopping for new clothes. It was something she so rarely did, spending more time searching for the perfect toe shoe instead of following what was hot on the runway. And yet now that she had the time, she couldn’t get into it.

  Maybe because she still didn’t know what she was going to do with her life. Truth be told, Olivia wasn’t sure what she was even qualified to do. Eventually she wanted to teach dance, but her leg wasn’t in good enough shape for that yet, not by a long shot.

  At any rate, she needed a few things that fit her properly. The thought of facing the fitting room mirror was daunting, but she couldn’t live in baggy sweats forever.

  Picking up a couple tops and a few pairs of pants that looked nice enough, she strode determinedly to the back of the store.

  A few hours and zero results later, Olivia was drained. A shot of caffeine would be nice before she dragged herself back to the car. Crossing the street, she went over to a cafe that had been around since she was a child.

  “Olivia!” Someone called out almost before the door closed behind her. Olivia was nearly knocked off her feet when she got caught up in an awkward hug.

  “Hello, dear! Come over and sit with us.” It was Mrs. Helms, her mother’s old friend, and she was dragging Olivia over to a table almost before she knew what was happening. “I heard you were back in town.”

  How? How had she heard that? Olivia didn’t even bother asking. Gossip flew through this town like it was blown by the wind, and she had never understood how it travelled so fast.

  “How’s your mother doing? All settled in? You remember Mrs. Briggs, of course,” she said, gesturing at her companion, who gave Olivia a tight smile. Mrs. Helms kept talking even though Olivia still hadn’t gotten a word in herself.

  “So, what are your plans now?” Mrs. Helms asked as the waitress set a cup of coffee down on the table in front of her, spilling it as she did. “Now that you’re no longer a dancer.”

  The words were like needles piercing through her flesh. The truth was bad enough, but to hear someone casually talking about her failure right to her face, with more than a hint of smugness, was too much.

  “Oh, I have big plans,” Olivia replied, trying to match Mrs. Helms’s snobby tone. “I have several offers I’m considering. The only trouble I’m having is which one to choose. I’ve been headhunted by… well. It’s confidential at this stage. Nothing I can talk about now.”

  Olivia swallowed half her coffee to stop herself from grinning at their surprised faces. Ha. She might be lost and directionless, but no-one else needed to know it.

  As soon as she could, she excused herself, leaving some money on the table despite their false protests that she didn’t have to.

  Forget them. Olivia went back to the first store she had gone to, heading straight for the racks she had lingered at earlier. The pieces she had tried on earlier were already hanging back in place. Flinging them off the rack, she took them up to the cashier.

  Dusk was falling by the time she got back home. Olivia hurried upstairs to her old bedroom. She couldn’t quite bring herself to take over her parents’ bedroom quite yet. In her mind it still belonged to them.

  Emptying her bags out onto her bed, she pulled her old clothes off, eager to get into her nice new things. She hadn’t even wanted to take them off at the store when she first tried them on, she liked them so much.

  The outfit looked even better now, away from the glare of the fluorescent lights.

  Okay, so maybe a sheer red top and form-fitting black pants weren’t the most practical pieces to buy. But they looked great on her, hugging her curves and making her feel sexy.

  Adding the brand new pair of sparkly silver studs to her ears, and her outfit was complete.

  Olivia was halfway downstairs when she realized what she was doing. Damn it. Annoyed, she went into the kitchen. A quick search through the cupboards and a twist of a bottle opener later, she had a glass of white wine in her hand.

  Sitting down at the counter, Olivia took a long sip. She hated to admit it, but she had been acting like she had a date tonight.

  Blaize had been the first man…well, male…she had been with since Ron. And she was crushing on him as if he was a potential new boyfriend or something. Every time Olivia tried on something new today, she had gazed at herself in the mirror and wondered if he would like the way she looked in it.

  As if she was going to see him again. Ever.

  Shaking her head at the ridiculous fantasy that Blaize was her new lover, she went to stand in front of the big picture window in the living room, pausing only to turn out the lights so she could see the woods outside.

  Even if there was a pair of black eyes looking back at her from the depths of the trees, she wouldn’t be able to perceive them from this distance. The forest was still as dusk turned into darkness, cold and silent, keeping its secrets to itself.

  Chapter 5

  Extremely restless, Blaize raced back and forth, a change from his usual stealth mode of working. His eyes narrowed as he scanned through the trees. Humans didn’t venture in too often, especially at night, but he preferred to scare them off than attack. They had learned over time that attacking wolves would never end well for them. Even the young, arrogant ones tended to avoid the woods nowadays, far different than the stories the elders told.

  Sometimes Blaize wished for a chase, just for the fun of putting enough fear into someone so they would spread the word about being chased by a werewolf. The story would get told to others who would embellish it until most humans wouldn’t dare come near their territory again.

  For now he had to settle with running aimlessly, trying to burn off the
excess energy that boiled through his veins. And to try not to think about what had been revealed to him.

  But that was impossible. His mind ricocheted in all directions but always came back to the thing he most wanted to avoid.

  A human was meant to be his mate. That wasn’t supposed to happen. But try as he might, he couldn’t ignore his instincts, especially now when they were driving him crazy.

  He had spent so much time trying to avoid fulfilling his destiny. And now a huge part of it had crept up quietly, overtaking him when he would never have expected it. How could that have happened?

  And what would happen when the rest of his pack discovered it?

  It was terrible. Even if he couldn’t dodge his destiny forever, he had planned to put it off for quite a lot longer than this. Having his world turned upside down when he wasn’t even close to wanting to settle down with his chosen mate was not in his plans.

  Blaize’s life was going just fine as way it was, and he wanted to keep it that way.

  His destiny had been explained to him when he was a child, and he had resisted all attempts to force him to pay attention as an adult.

  He could avoid Olivia and see what would happen. What was it about her anyway? Her sweet smile alone had made him think twice about letting her go this morning.

  But in spite of his strong attraction to her, maybe his instinct was wrong. There was a first time for everything. That had to be it. A human could not be the one meant to run by his side for the rest of his life.

  It was his last night to patrol this part of the woods before he would move east tomorrow. He had to go to find Olivia if he wanted to see her again.

  Running back the way he came, he veered sharply to the left and headed for the circle. Her scent would still be there. He traced its perimeter, sniffing the ground. Only faint traces of her should have remained. He breathed deeply, and her scent nearly overpowered him.