Destined For The Alpha: Six Heart-Racing Shifter Romances (Werewolf's Harem Book 7)

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by Wood, Vivian


  “You brought dinner?” she asked, a shy smile emerging.

  “I did. Steaks, asparagus, new potatoes. And I have a surprise for you,” he said. Elijah didn’t consider himself an excitable sort, but he felt a sudden desperation to cheer Ivy up. When she was laughing and warm and happy, as she had been at dinner last night, she was unbelievably sexy.

  He wanted more than anything to taste her again, to kiss her all over and make her crazy with wanting him, but first he had to chase her sadness away.

  He jumped up, Ivy following him, and together they brought in his suitcase and the brown-bagged groceries. Ivy immediately stuck her head in one of the bags, exclaiming at the contents.

  “Fresh orange juice! Oh, and cantaloupe… and berries… and wheat bread… oh, and freshly ground peanut butter! Did Kiley tell you what I like?” she asked, shooting him a suspicious gaze.

  “She told me you like to eat healthy, lots of protein, fruits and veggies and the like. I eat the same way, so I just got what I thought we’d both agree on,” he explained.

  “This is amazing. Let’s get you settled first, and then we’ll think about dinner,” she declared.

  Elijah grinned at her. Her tears were gone, and Ivy was once again the take-charge woman who’d first bewitched him.

  He grabbed his suitcase and followed her down the hallway. She stopped before a set of doors, turning to him with a serious expression.

  “I’m going to give you the guest bedroom,” she said. When Elijah cocked his head and opened his mouth to ask why, she stopped him. “Just to give you a place of your own. I just think it’s best for both of us if you have the option of sleeping in your own bed, or being in your own space sometimes.”

  “Alright,” Elijah said, following her as she opened the door and showed him in.

  “There’s lots of space, a private bathroom, and even a desk if you need a quiet spot to work,” she said.

  “Very nice,” he said, dropping his suitcase on the bed.

  Ivy grinned up at him, mischief in her eyes.

  “I’m not sure how else to go about this. It’s a little strange, isn’t it?” she asked.

  “Only as strange as we want it to be,” he teased, cocking an eyebrow at her. “I suppose you ought to show me the rest of the house, at any rate.”

  They both chuckled, and Ivy complied. She showed him the master bedroom, her office, the laundry room, the home gym, and numerous sparsely furnished upstairs bedrooms.

  “Oh, and there’s one more secret room. But I’m sure you’ll get to see that later,” she said, eyes twinkling.

  “A sex dungeon?” he teased.

  “You wish!” she laughed and flushed, shaking her head. “Nothing so wild, I assure you. Still, I think you’ll appreciate it.”

  They bantered as they cooked dinner, worked their way through two bottles of wine as they ate, and then talked and teased one another for an hour after dinner. Only then, sprawled out on the couch next to Ivy yet not quite brave enough to touch her, did Elijah remember the surprise he’d brought for Ivy.

  “You almost made me forget. I brought you something,” he said. “Wait right here.”

  He slipped off to the guest bedroom, returning with two DVD cases. Kneeling on the couch, deliberately letting his body brush up against hers, he gave her a sly smile. When he handed the first DVD to Ivy, her face lit up.

  “Bedknobs and Broomsticks!” she cried, delighted. “Oh, I guess there is a reward in letting your best friend set you up with someone. I absolutely love this movie, and I haven’t seen it in forever.”

  “I’ll admit, I haven’t seen it. Neither have I seen this one, though it comes highly recommended,” he said, handing her the second.

  Her expression changed in an instant, a deep blush settling on her cheeks.

  “Ah, Secretary,” she said, looking up at him. “This film is pretty… adult. Not much like Bedknobs and Broomsticks. A lot more spanking, that’s for sure.”

  She bit her full bottom lip, her gaze catching his as she spoke so boldly. Suddenly Elijah couldn’t wait anymore to touch her. Holding her gaze, he took the DVDs from her and dropped them to the floor.

  Dipping his head down, he put one hand on her waist as he brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Her lips were lush and warm against his as he explored her, pulling her body closer. Her hands fluttered to his chest, fists slowly forming to grip the fabric of his shirt.

  When she gave a soft moan and rubbed the tips of her full breasts against his chest, Elijah deepened the kiss. When her lips parted for him, he invaded her with his tongue, tasting the fruity red Beaujolais wine they’d been drinking. More than that though, was her natural perfume: jasmine and ripe melon, underscored by a sweet earthiness.

  Elijah splayed one hand over her lower back, fitting her closer to his body as he took her mouth in hungry, demanding strokes. He pulled at her top with his free hand, untucking it from her skirt to give his greedy fingers access to the smooth skin of her hip.

  The second he gripped her bare flesh, his wolf howled with satisfaction. The musky, earthy scent of her lust hit him, and he sucked in a breath at the way his body hardened with pleasure. Muscles taut, cock achingly stiff, wolf baying for release… Elijah needed more of her, and he needed it now.

  Forcing himself to release her lips, Elijah reared back and stared down into her luminous eyes.

  “Ivy,” he uttered, his accent thickening as his desire for her raged, testing his control. “If ye want to wait, tell me now. I can court ye proper, and I will. But if we go further down this road now, I don’ know that I’ll be able to turn back—”

  A smile teased Ivy’s lips as she rose from the couch. For a moment, he thought she would pull away, and Elijah’s heart faltered for a beat.

  She cocked her head and considered him for a moment, giving him time to notice the rosy pink blush that lit her cheeks, the plump dampness of her lips, the growing scent of desire that rolled off her in waves.

  This female wanted him as much as he did her, there was no denying that fact.

  “I don’t have time for a proper courting,” she said, teasingly imitating his burr. “I think you’re very handsome, Elijah, and my wolf adores you. So…”

  Ivy looked him right in the eye as reached behind herself, her body flexing in a sultry sway that hinted at her fantastic curves. She unzipped her skirt, exposing creamy bare skin and sheer white lace panties as she pushed the tight blue fabric down her hips.

  The skirt hit the floor at her feet and she kicked it away, never breaking from his gaze. Drawing her white top up and over her head, she cast it aside, giving him an eyeful.

  Her high, full breasts shifted with each breath, tantalizing him. Her hips and ass were nicely rounded, perfect for his big hands. All that beautiful, smoothly tanned skin, marked only by her lacy bra and panties… she shook him to his core.

  “Ivy,” he breathed, coming to his feet. He toed off his shoes, leaving them by the couch.

  He crossed the space between them in two big steps, halting just inches from Ivy. This close, he could see that she trembled, some mixture of nerves and desire. She tilted her head back to look at him, the silky curtain of her blonde hair spilling down her shoulders and back. Her eyes gleamed, promising that she felt more lust than fear, and the hopeful expression on her face did him in.

  His hands found the curves of her hips, fingers pressing into her warm, soft flesh. Elijah pulled Ivy flush against his body, relishing the contrast of her body against his. She was so delicate and warm and small, making him feel even taller and stronger, rousing a fiercely protective instinct in him.

  He kissed her again. This time it was no gentle exploration, but a greedy and insistent need to taste, to feel her innermost warmth against every inch of his body.

  Her taste was sweet, her scent driving him mad, and touching her hips wasn’t nearly enough. He brought his hands up to slide her bra straps down her shoulders, giving the whole garment a rough shove down until he
freed the bountiful globes from their restraint.

  Her breasts were perfect, more than filling his hands as he shaped them, testing their weight. His thumbs brushed the rosy velvet tips, his mouth watering when her nipples pebbled under his touch.

  He tried to bend down to capture one soft peak in his mouth, but found the object of his desire out of his reach. Ivy gave a soft chuckle at his frustrated huff of breath. Her mirth was cut short when Elijah hauled her up onto his body, forcing her to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing her hard as he moved them toward the master bedroom.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  When Elijah swept her off her feet and barreled toward her bedroom, Ivy thought her heart might actually stop. She slid her arms around his tautly muscled shoulders, sighing at the sensation of being carried. Carried away, even.

  One of his big hands against her lower back held her tight against his erection, his size and obvious need for her making Ivy feel sexier than she’d ever imagined.

  Elijah kissed her, stealing the breath from her lungs as she clung to him, feeling every bit as desperate to reach the bedroom as he seemed. He carried her through the doorway, tumbling her onto the white-clad bed. Elijah’s body came down onto hers, his cock pressing thickly against her sex, his lips working against her own, and she groaned with the rightness of it all.

  The feel of his five o’clock shadow against the sensitive skin at her neck, the nip of his teeth on her too-sensitive breast, the way he ground his erection against her damp core in slow thrusts, the feel of his work-roughened palms on her shoulders, her breasts, her hips…

  Ivy writhed, working her hips against his body in an insistent rhythm, the flames of need burning high inside her, threatening to consume her if she didn’t have more of Elijah.

  Her lips found the tender skin of his earlobe, and he paused for a moment to groan with pleasure. She scrabbled with the hem of his white t-shirt, carelessly ripping it as she pulled it up over his head. Her tongue traced the fine arc of his ear, dipped inside briefly before she moved to his neck, the salty musk of his skin making her moan.

  She kissed his lips again, pulling back for a moment and admiring the rippling muscle of his torso. His shoulders, arms, and chest were sculpted from gloriously tanned stone, hard and hot under her hands.

  Her fingers sought his waistband, unbuckling his belt and popping a button from his jeans in her greedy haste to touch him. She paused for the barest second when she realized that he wore nothing under his pants, an unexpected pleasure. He chuckled against her lips at her reaction, but the sound was cut short when she reached down and curled her fingers around the thick heat of his erection.

  He groaned and thrust into her hand, the broad crown of his cock hitting her belly. She released him to push at his jeans, heedless of her nails catching the bared skin at his hips as she undressed him. Elijah helped her, rising for a moment to strip away his pants.

  When he returned she reached for him again, but he gave her a knowing smirk and dropped lower, resting his chest on her stomach. He brushed his stubbled chin against the curve of her breast, teasing. When she arched her back in demand he kissed and nipped the flesh around her nipple, drawing out the anticipation.

  Wet heat pooled between her thighs as he teased her. When he scraped his teeth over her aching nipple at last, Ivy cried out as a lash of electric current shot from her breast straight down to her clit.

  “Elijah, please,” she gasped, her fingers plucking at the tie that held his wavy hair in place. It sprang free, a dark reddish-brown, surprisingly silky as she plunged her fingers into it to hold him in place. As he kissed her breast, his hands stripped her panties from her hips.

  The damp warmth of his lips was killing her, each swipe of his tongue a torment. She ached for him, burned for him. When his fingers found the lips of her sex she thought she might cum right then and there.

  “Yer so wet for me,” Elijah marveled. His kisses trailed down her ribs as two fingers dipped into her cleft, stroking from her throbbing clit to her tight entrance.

  Ivy grew desperate. If she let him, he’d tease her for hours, but she needed more than that. She’d waited so long to be touched, and now she needed every bit of Elijah. She pushed at his shoulders, not satisfied with half-measures, ready for everything he had to give.

  “I want to taste you,” he rumbled, a single fingertip sliding into the her slick channel, testing.

  “Next time. I can’t wait anymore,” she pleaded, tightening her fingers in his hair and pulling him up to her mouth for another kiss.

  He came willingly, laying the muscular length of his body over hers. Ivy cradled him with her body, wrapping her legs around his hips, feeling the steel heat of his cock against her wet, achy lips.

  “Ach, Ivy,” Elijah said, looking down at her. He slid a calloused palm from her knee to her hip, making her groan with want. Pulling back a few inches, he grasped his cock and guided the broad tip up and down her slit, gathering her wetness.

  “Yes, Elijah, yes,” she insisted, bracing her hands on his shoulders, her fingertips digging into his skin.

  Elijah rested one hand on her knee, spreading her wide before him, watching intently as he pushed the thick length of his cock into her body in one slow thrust.

  Ivy cried out and arched her hips into his, feeling her tight channel stretching to take him. She felt him shudder, the muscles in his back rippling as he withdrew and gave another slow, measured thrust. His control was impressive, but Ivy didn’t want that from him.

  “Fuck me, Elijah,” she demanded. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you cum in me.”

  Elijah’s gaze snapped up at hers, a wicked glint telling her she’d said just the right words. His lips lifted in a brief smile as he changed his position, wrapping his hands around her hips and angling her body to his liking.

  He withdrew and filled her with a single thrust, hard and deep, so perfect that it made her gasp.

  “Like this, darlin’?” Elijah asked, watching her with an almost predatory gaze.

  “Yes,” she said. “More, Elijah.”

  He grinned and thrust again, and then again. He filled her completely, as deep as she’d ever been filled, and Ivy could feel her body tensing, her hips flooding with the warmth that preceded an orgasm.

  Elijah angled her hips just a bit higher as he began to fuck her in earnest, biting his lip as he filled her with deep, hard, fast thrusts.

  “God, ye feel so good. So fucking tight. So wet for me, Ivy,” Elijah said. “I’m going to wait as long as I can, but you feel too good. All I can think about is cumming in your tight little pussy.”

  Ivy gasped, loving his dirty talk, rocking her hips hard against his. She was getting so hot, coming so close to the edge now. She watched Elijah move, in awe of his presence and his incredible body, loving the way he angled her hips to hit every sensitive spot inside her body.

  “Touch your tits for me, Ivy,” Elijah told her, his eyes fastened on the bounce of her breasts as he pounded into her body.

  When she cupped and squeezed her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples, Elijah surprised her by pressing a hand over her mound. His thick thumb found her clit and swirled around it. Ivy cried out at his touch, balancing on the knife’s edge of pleasure.

  “I’m going to cum,” she gasped. Elijah kept up his relentless thrusts, his thumb making waves of pleasure burst from her clit, the teasing pinch of her own fingers on her nipples pushing her over the edge.

  She shattered with a shout, her channel clenching and pulsing as she writhed against Elijah’s cock and thumb. He didn’t slow for a moment.

  His hands came up to her knees, pressing them up and closed, tightening her pussy around his cock. He released a deep breath, groaning and closing his eyes as he fucked her harder and harder.

  Ivy met his every thrust, eager to feel his climax deep inside her body.

  “God, yes,” he said. “You feel so fucking good, darlin’. God, I can’t last.”

  “
Yes, Elijah,” she panted. “Cum in me, cum in me hard!”

  Ivy felt his cock twitch deep inside her body. He pumped into her as the first spasm took him, a growl ripping from his chest as he came. She felt the first spurt of his hot release as he plunged deep, growling as he pulsed his seed into her body.

  “Yes!” she cried, raking her nails over his back, pulling at his hips as he thrust into her over and over, groaning as he emptied every last drop of cum into her tight pussy.

  Elijah finally slowed and stopped, panting for breath. He collapsed onto his side, sparing her his weight but pulling her into his arms. Ivy struggled to catch her breath, savoring the blissful aftershocks of her orgasm and the comfort of Elijah’s hard body next to hers.

  For a long time they lay like that, drifting back to Earth, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together in silence. After what felt like ages, Elijah finally spoke.

  “I suppose I was right,” he said.

  Ivy peered up at him, confused.

  “About what?” she asked.

  “Our chemistry. I said we’d suit. I think we had a successful first test of chemistry.”

  His cocky grin was too much, and Ivy laughed.

  “You’re satisfied, then? You’ve had enough?” she asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know if there’s any such thing as having enough of you. We’ll have to keep testing our chemistry. For science, you know.”

  He waggled his eyebrows at her, and Ivy couldn’t help but grin. Elijah was such a big, serious man, and it was a nice surprise to find that he had a decent sense of humor.

  “Oh, is that right?” she giggled. “I figure you’re out of commission for a bit, here.”

  That cocky grin returned, his eyes glinting with mischief.

  “Maybe about ten minutes, darlin’.”

  Ivy’s jaw dropped.

  “Ten… ten minutes?” she squeaked.

  “Aye,” he said. Grabbing her hand, he guided her fingers to his cock. Ivy was shocked to find that he was already growing hard again, his considerable length and girth swelling under her touch.

 

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