Carnal Alpha (The Alpha's Obsession Book 1)

by Olivia T. Turner

My brain is telling me to run and hide, but my body is telling me to go to him. I don’t know which impulse to listen to.

  The bear’s body starts to tremble and then convulse. I gasp and stare in shock as it begins to shrink in on itself with a crunching sound. With a loud tear, the man bursts out of the grizzly bear and stares at me. This time I can see everything.

  He doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on his enormous tattooed body and he’s not covering anything up as he stares at me in awe.

  I try to keep my eyes up but they keep darting down to hard sculpted abs, thick muscular thighs, a rock hard pelvis, but more than anything else, to the long thick cock hanging in front of me. It’s huge. My body craves it. My mouth waters as I sneak another quick peek.

  I swallow hard as I pull my eyes away from his beautiful package and look back into his eyes.

  My hands are shaking. I’ve never seen a man like this before.

  I’ve never even seen a man naked before. I’m nineteen years old, and I’ve never gotten to first base with a guy. Hell, I haven’t even stepped up to the plate. I haven’t even been kissed, let alone seen a naked cock up close.

  “What’s your name?” he asks in a low deep voice that has my clit aching.

  I didn’t realize how hard I was breathing until I try to speak. “Willow Stevens,” I say in a shaky voice.

  We’re so focused on each other that we don’t notice the last remaining tiger creeping back over and then pouncing onto my savior’s arm.

  I scream as the tiger’s teeth sink into his tattooed forearm and he viciously shakes his powerful head, trying to bring the man to the ground.

  “Fuck, I hate tigers,” he growls as he holds his ground. With his free hand, he grabs the tiger’s jaw and peels it off his arm. Blood is leaking down to his hand and wetting the pavement, but he doesn’t even seem to notice as he frees his arm from the tiger shifter’s powerful jaws.

  “I’m trying to talk to my girl,” he snarls as he grabs the tiger’s tail with one hand while gripping the back of his neck with the other. He spins around and launches the tiger into the air like he’s competing in the Olympics. The huge cat lands against a brick wall with a hard thud and then limps away to find his friends.

  We’re alone now. In the middle of the street. Staring at each other.

  And he’s still completely naked.

  “Come,” he says as he heads for the truck.

  It’s only one word, but it’s enough for me. I hurry into the passenger’s seat with my pulse racing. I slam the door closed and then turn to his mangled arm with the deep puncture wounds. Thick red blood is coating his skin as it pours out and makes a mess everywhere.

  Before I can help him wrap it up, he throws the truck into drive and takes off down the street. As we pass the alley, I see the three men in there holding a paper. Dread creeps in and makes it hard to breathe when I realize what they’re looking at…

  My resume.

  It has my telephone number and my home address on it.

  I’ll never be safe.

  My stomach starts rolling as my heartbeat turns sluggish.

  When it hits me that I’m locked in a naked stranger’s truck and headed to I don’t know where, I start to breathe a little heavier.

  I might be in even more danger than before.

  My eyes dart over to his huge cock that’s fully in view and I gulp.

  Or, I might be in for the time of my life…

  Chapter Three

  Cameron

  My grizzly hasn’t moved an inch since I got in the truck. Normally after a fight, he’s all amped up and I have to let him roam around in the forest for a couple of hours for him to calm down, but he’s fine right here staring at Willow.

  And so am I.

  I can’t stop looking over at her. She’s a true angel in every sense of the word. The innocence surrounding her shines like an aura. She’s perfect and she’s all mine.

  Her cheeks are blushing pink as she looks up at me with a shy look. Fuck, I can feel the pureness emanating off her as she watches me timidly with those big brown eyes.

  She’s dressed up nice in business attire with her sandy brown hair tied up in a bun. The silky strands have started to fight their way loose, making her hair look wild like she’s just been fucked in the back of a truck. My bear growls at the thought of her with another man.

  Don’t worry, I tell him. She’s ours now. We’re not going to let her go. Ever.

  He grunts in agreement.

  I glance back over at her as I drive aimlessly away from the town. She’s got a thick curvy body, which is exactly what I was hoping my mate would have. Big hips, thick legs, and breasts that I can get lost in for days.

  I feel like the luckiest man in the world whenever I look at her.

  “You’re bleeding,” she says in a low hushed voice. Her eyes are focused on my bloody arm, so I take the opportunity to admire her face in closer detail. Those lush pink lips are open and I nearly pass out when I see her wet tongue. Her round cheeks are shaded pink, which is probably from me being naked. I know she’s innocent and I should treat her as such, but she’s going to have to get used to seeing my cock. I’m going to be sinking it between her legs every moment I can. She won’t be so innocent after I do what I have planned for her.

  “We have to get you to a hospital,” she says as she gently touches my arm and her fingertips come away red. “Your arm is gushing blood. Which way is the hospital?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never been to it.”

  She takes off her safety belt and begins to maneuver out of her cardigan. I swallow hard as I watch her big tits moving under her blouse. They’re mesmerizing. My bear growls hungrily and I agree. I just want to rip that shirt off her and see if her nipples are as pink as her blushing cheeks.

  Unfortunately, she stops her striptease after her sweater is off. I’m still breathing heavily and getting rock hard as she balls it up and presses it against my shredded arm. That fucking tiger got me when I was distracted with my mate and nearly tore my arm off. If I ever run into that fucker again, he’s going to regret it.

  “What are you doing?” I ask with a grin as she tries to tie her sweater around my bloody arm, making the worst bandage ever.

  “I don’t know!” she says in a panic. “I’ve never done this before!”

  “You’re doing great,” I tell her with a smile. “It feels better.”

  “Are you sure?” she says as she squeezes the sweater in place, trying to keep my wound from bleeding.

  She’s so close. I don’t even think to tell her that this is all a waste of time (and a waste of a sweater). My shifter healing is already kicking in and taking care of the deep tissue. I can feel the wound tingling, which means the muscle and tendons are beginning to reattach themselves as they heal. Soon, the skin will heal as well.

  I’m just enjoying having my mate so close to me. Her scent is divine. It’s heavenly. It’s sacred. I can’t stop breathing it in and letting it fill my lungs.

  My cock gets rock hard with her so close, but she pretends not to notice even though I keep catching her stealing quick glances at it.

  She wraps her hands around her now red sweater and holds it in place. She looks so hot when she’s concentrating. Her eyebrows bunch up and her mouth does this little pouty thing that is getting me going even more.

  My eyes slowly drop to her neck and my bear lets out a groan when I land on the spot that is destined for our mark. Every shifter has to mark their mate and I’m going to mark her one day. Right there.

  The impatient furry asshole inside of me wants me to do it right now and he’s making his intentions clear with every growl, snap, and snarl he gives me as he paces around angrily.

  Mark her, he growls.

  Do it.

  I can’t. Not now. She’ll be terrified of me after and I can’t have that. I want our mark on her just as badly, but he’s just going to have to wait. No matter how much he whines and complains.

  She
instinctively touches the spot under her ear and looks up at me with her eyes shining.

  She knows even if she doesn’t. Her body knows what it wants and it wants me.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whisper to her. “Absolutely fucking stunning.”

  Her cheeks go even pinker and she looks away shyly.

  “Let’s just get this arm fixed up before you start hitting on me. Okay?”

  I laugh. “I’m not making any promises. You look too good. Why are you so dressed up? Were you at work?”

  Picturing my mate around other men is getting my blood boiling. I hate that her male coworkers can look at her whenever they want. They can stare at her ass as she walks away in her tight skirt or stare at her tits while she’s concentrating at the computer.

  “Are you okay?” She has a concerned look on her face as she watches me. “You’re breathing so heavily. Your body is all tight.”

  “I’m fine,” I say before taking a deep breath. All of that’s changed now. She’s under my protection and I’m not about to let any man leer at what’s mine.

  “I wasn’t at work,” she says after a long pause. “I was looking for work. I’m new in town.”

  “And those guys started following you?”

  She tenses up a bit at the mention of the men and I hate myself for bringing it up and ruining the moment.

  “Yeah. The wind blew up my skirt and they saw. That’s when they started following me.”

  “They saw?” I’m trying to control the snarls fighting to rip out of me, but it’s hard. They saw under her skirt? They saw what belongs to me? I want to kill them. I should have snapped their necks when I had the chance.

  I glance in the rearview mirror, wanting to turn around and go find them to take their eyes for looking at my mate’s private parts.

  “They saw what exactly?” I feel like I’m about to snap.

  “My underwear,” she says and it makes me feel a little bit better. Not much though. At least she wasn’t naked under there. “They followed me into the alley and one grabbed me. I sprayed hair spray into his eyes and ran into the street. That’s when I saw you.”

  She fought back and sprayed hair spray into his eyes? I love her already.

  “Thank you for saving me,” she says as she looks up at me with her glorious brown eyes. “I don’t want to think about what would have happened if…”

  “It wouldn’t have happened,” I tell her with a force in my voice that gets her attention. “You’re mine, Willow. I’ll always protect you. I’ll always be there for you. Always.”

  She looks at me for a long moment without saying a word and then her eyes drop to my arm.

  “We have to get you to a hospital,” she finally says.

  I shake my head. “I’ll be fine,” I say as I start to feel the tingling increasing now that my shifter healing is working double-time. “Take a look at it.”

  She sucks in a breath as she carefully and reluctantly lifts up the sweater.

  “It’s not bleeding anymore,” she says with a gasp. “How is that possible?”

  “Shifter healing. Once it gets going, it heals pretty fast.”

  “Oh,” she says as she peels off her ruined sweater and drops it on the floor of my truck.

  “I’ll buy you another one,” I promise. I’ll buy her anything she wants for the rest of her life. There’s nothing I won’t do for this girl. She has no idea…

  I probably should have told her that it would heal on its own before she ruined her sweater, but I didn’t want to stop her from taking her clothes off. I always want the least amount of clothes between us as possible.

  “I should file a police report,” she says as she looks out the window. “They have my address.”

  I pull the truck over abruptly and throw it into park. “What?”

  It kills me to see her upset. It physically hurts. I’m her mate and it’s my job to put one of two faces on her: a happy smile or her twisted up O face.

  And I haven’t seen either yet.

  “I had a stack of resumes with me and they have my name, phone number, and address on them. I dropped them when he grabbed me and as we were leaving, I saw one of the guys taking one.”

  I’ve never wanted to break something more in my entire life. I want to crush their skulls.

  “You’re staying with me.”

  It’s not an offer or a question or a suggestion. It’s a command. She’s mine and she’s staying with me. Forever.

  “What?”

  “I’m not about to drop you off at your place and have those three men come back when I’m not there.”

  She has no answer for this. She just stares out the window, lost in thought.

  “It’s okay, Willow,” I say as I put my hand on hers. “I’ll take care of you.”

  She squeezes my hand and turns to me. I can hear her heart pounding.

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Cameron Bowen. And I promise you, I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

  And anything to keep you satisfied.

  “Where do you live?”

  “On a ranch with my brothers. Just outside of town.”

  She looks at my arm, which is mostly healed now except for a long pink line that should be gone by tomorrow morning, and sighs.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I tell her softly. “You can trust me.”

  “I don’t know why, but I do.”

  It’s because we’re mates. Her body knows that I’ll keep her protected.

  I still can’t believe my mate was walking around town and I didn’t know it. How is that possible?

  “Where are you from?” I ask her. “You just moved into town?”

  “I moved from Atlanta,” she tells me. “I got sick of the city and wanted something new. I’ve always loved nature and animals, and I don’t know… I just felt drawn to Montana. Like something was pulling me here.”

  Our bond was pulling her here.

  “And then when I was passing through this town, I just had to stop. It was weird. I felt compelled to stay. Like my body knew something I didn’t.”

  “What do you know about shifters?” I ask her. I want to tell her we’re mates, but I think I need to move a bit slower than just blurting it out while I’m buck naked in the truck.

  “I know they heal fast,” she says as she glances at my arm. “And they’re pretty good fighters.”

  She’s about to find out something else—how insatiable a bear shifter can be once they find their mate. I’m already obsessed with this girl and I haven’t even gotten a taste of her yet.

  I’m trying not to think about what I want to do to her, otherwise I’ll have a towering hard on between my legs, which might make things a little bit awkward.

  “Do you have animals on your ranch?” she asks.

  I’m staring at her lips and picturing my cock sliding between them as she grips onto my shaft when it hits me.

  “Shit!”

  “What is it?”

  “I forgot about the cows.”

  I throw the truck back into drive and start to roll down the street.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I explain to her about the drought and having to buy feed for the animals.

  “I can help you,” she says eagerly. “I love animals.”

  “You want to come to the feed store?”

  She nods in excitement. “Definitely!

  “Are you going like that?” she asks as she glances down at my dick that’s running thick along my leg.

  “This town is full of shifters. People won’t think twice about it.”

  Her mouth drops.

  “I’m kidding. I have an old pair of jeans in the back. For emergencies like this.”

  “Oh,” she says with a nod before turning to look out her window.

  I grin because I think I heard a hint of disappointment in her voice.

  But she won’t be disappointed for long.

  She’ll be seeing it again once I get her hom
e.

  Chapter Four

  Willow

  My eyes are glued to Cameron as he steps out of the truck. He’s insanely hot. It shouldn’t even be legal how gorgeous this man is.

  He’s in a public parking lot and he doesn’t even cover himself as he walks around to the back of the truck. To be fair though, if I had a body like that, I wouldn’t bother covering it up either.

  The man must be at least six-foot-two with a frame that would easily be the biggest in any NFL locker room. But where linebackers are fat and flabby, Cameron is rock hard muscle with sun-bronzed skin.

  I could barely think in the car with his package out and me being so close to him. I’m so wet right now. I was worried I was going to leave a puddle on his seat when I got out.

  He looks at me over the flatbed of his truck and smiles and the sight sends heat shooting straight to my pussy.

  The confidence of this man… the smug self-assuredness. The fearlessness. The audacity. The boldness. He’s an alpha male in every sense of the word.

  I’ve always been attracted to the type of man who takes charge. Who changes the energy of the room just from being in it.

  And that’s Cameron. He’s not like any other man I’ve met before and I’m already crushing hard on him.

  God, his arms are unreal. I stare at the tattooed muscles as they ripple and move when he reaches into his flatbed and pulls out a pair of dirty old jeans.

  “They’re not the nicest,” he says as he shakes them out. A cloud of dust explodes out of them and he laughs. “But they hide what they need to hide.”

  Disappointment is filling every inch of me as he slides them on and zips them up. I’m wondering if I’ll ever see that thick veined rod again as he walks around the truck to my side.

  “How do I look?” he asks with his arms out.

  Fucking delicious…

  He’s still shirtless and barefoot, but it’s still not enough skin for me. I drag my eyes down his hard ridged stomach to the carved V sticking out of his jeans. He has no belt, so they’re hanging low on his hips with his hard pelvis in full view and the top of his pubic hair showing. A treasure trail is creeping up to his navel and my mouth waters when I picture coating all of that area with my tongue.