Destined For The Alpha: Six Heart-Racing Shifter Romances (Werewolf's Harem Book 7) (22 page)

She checked the fridge first. A few bottles of locally-brewed India Pale Ale were inside, and the makings for sandwiches. The pantry boasted little more than salt and old-fashioned oats. Since their kind needed to eat quite a bit, the lack of food in the house made Kiley wonder how long Garrett had been staying here, and how long he’d planned to stay. He’d mentioned being on a forced vacation, but not the length of time involved.

She opened the door to the bedroom she thought of as
his
, the same one he’d occupied when the team had stayed here last. Sure enough, he was sleeping there. Though the bed was neatly made and the dresser drawers closed, she could smell him in here. His favorite comforter lay on the bed, and the stack of books on the bedside table screamed Garrett Kiern.
Master and Commander
,
Walden
,
Coriolanus
,
The Farmer’s Almanac
.

She smiled, wanting nothing so much as to go in and lay down on his bed, roll around in his clean scent and nuzzle his pillow. But Garrett was fiercely private and possessive of the few things he owned. She knew he wouldn’t appreciate her intrusion on her space right now.

Finishing her drink, she headed back to the kitchen and rinsed the glass. She noticed that Garrett had used and washed one plate, one fork, one spoon, and one knife. One pot, one frying pan. They gleamed on the drying rack where Kiley had found the glass, and she set it back in its rightful place.

She moved to the kitchen table, fingering a stack of papers that lay out. She knew she was being nosy, but she rifled through them. She gasped aloud when she found the deed to the house among the papers, a brand new document made out in Garrett’s name, dated two months past. He’d cared enough about the place to buy it, but not enough to bother moving the deed somewhere safe. Then again, there was no one else around for miles. Maybe he just hadn’t thought the precaution necessary.

She snorted. Garrett was the biggest boy scout she’d ever met, prepared for anything. He must feel truly safe here if he hadn’t moved his financial paperwork into the gun safe she was certain he had hidden under his bed. She hadn’t gone into his bedroom far enough to look, but she was certain that his guns were here in the house. He was rarely farther than a few feet from being armed to the teeth.

Though the whisky warmed her stomach, Kiley started to fret. She went into the living room, sinking onto the overstuffed grey couch. It sat next to a broad bay window that overlooked the Montana wilderness. The flight and drive out here had been long, and anxiety over Garrett’s reaction plucked at her nerves.

He’d come back eventually, of course, but she had no idea what would happen then. He might reject her again, yell at her, demand that she leave. Garrett was exceptionally stubborn, and too close-mouthed to tell her why he was so upset. She wasn’t naive, she knew that choosing Brad to save her sister had hurt Garrett. Maybe some little part of her had hoped that he’d accept her back, arms wide open, transgressions forgiven, but she wasn’t an idiot. She’d known that his current state was a much more likely reaction.

Maybe he just needed to run off some of his tension and anger. Maybe when he came back he’d be calm and collected and ready to talk.

Kiley leaned back, letting her body sink into the couch. She meditated for a few minutes, breathing deep and trying to relax. Just when she’d made a bit of progress the back door slammed, making her jump. Garrett’s footsteps thundered down the back hallway, heading to his room.

She heard him stop in the hall and sniff the air, then growl and slam into the bathroom. The shower turned on, and Kiley waited patiently for him to come to her. He took his sweet time in the bathroom, killing all the nice dry air conditioning in the house when he opened the door and let out all the steam.

She expected Garret to go into his room and dally for a while, building up what he wanted to say as he got dressed. To her surprise, he came straight from the bathroom, filling up the doorway between the hall living room. Kiley swallowed when she saw him. He leaned against the wall, wearing nothing but a thick white towel, wrapped low on his muscular hips. He was a tower of thick, tanned muscle and she wanted to stop time for a while, take in all that rippling and effortless masculinity, but when she saw her face she forgot all about it.

His expression was granite-hard, his sky-blue eyes snapping with a mixture of emotions she could barely identify. Lust, anger, confusion… it was all there, but she didn’t have time to sort it all out. Garrett crossed his arms and looked her up and down, his gaze appraising.

“You’re still here,” he said at last.

“I am,” Kiley said. She blushed at the simplicity of her response, but what more could she say?

“You’re staying, I take it?” he said. His tone was light, as if her answer was unimportant, but something told her that wasn’t true.

“I’m staying,” she replied.

His eyes narrowed, as if calculating. Pushing away from the wall, he started toward the couch.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he warned her.

“My staying here?” she asked, confused.

“No. This,” he said, pulling the towel from his hips and tossing it aside.

Kiley’s jaw dropped as he approached.

T
he look
of shock on Kiley’s face wasn’t one Garrett would soon forget. She sat on the couch, wearing a seductive petal-pink dress that clung to every curve, her hair forming a long dark curtain around her shoulders. Her mouth was open, pouty lips parted in shock, and those big emerald eyes held a thousand rippling thoughts. The only one he wanted to see now was desire, and there was plenty of that present.

The second he ripped the towel from his body, her eyes sunk straight down to his erect cock, and that was precisely the reaction he craved. He wasn’t sure what else, if anything, he wanted from her, but he needed taste her again, needed her hands on his body.

“Garrett—” she started, moving as if she would get up from the couch and… what? Stop him?

He doubted that very much. He could smell the desire wafting off her body, see the way her eyes darkened as she looked at his body. He didn’t understand Kiley’s needs any more than his own, but he knew lust when he saw it. Garrett reached out to her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up from the couch. She gasped, but he slid his hand around to her lower back and brought her right up against his bare skin. When her stomach pressed against his cock, her breasts crushing against his chest, Garrett moaned as electricity infused every inch she touched.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned down and took her mouth, lips parting hers. He found her tongue with his own, tasting her in teasing flicks. She kissed him back with abandon, her hands coming up to cup the nape of his neck. Her taste was sweet and spicy and deep, cinnamon and cloves and a hint of cayenne. His wolf made himself known, announced the need for more. Much, much more.

Kiley pulled back for a second, eyes wide as she stared up at him. Her mouth opened, but Garrett didn’t want her words.

“Are you going to stop me?” he challenged, raising a brow.

Kiley’s mouth snapped shut, and after a long moment she shook her head.

“Good girl,” he said. “I’ll replace this dress.”

Before she could protest he reached up to the tight cap sleeves at her shoulders and pulled them down, ripping the fabric as he forced the dress down to her waist. She gasped and tried to pull away, but Garrett held her tight with one big hand at her back. He stared down at the white and ice-pink lace of her bra, his jaw tensing. Her breasts were full and round, straining against the flimsy garment, tantalizing him. For some reason the innocence of the colors compared with how sheer the tiny lace triangles were perplexed him, made him feel angry. He wanted raw and dirty, not this sweet, seductive flirtation.

“This lingerie…” he muttered, shaking his head.

Garrett slid the straps down her shoulders, unhooking the back catch with ease, and he pulled it free and tossed it aside. Kiley bit her full bottom lip, unconsciously mimicking exactly what he wanted to do to her perfect bare breasts. Two creamy globes, tipped in the lightest pink velvet imaginable. He weighed them in his hands, his fingers tracing their shape, his thumbs brushing the very tips of her nipples.

He grabbed her waist and hauled her back to the couch, forcing her to kneel on it as he bent her back against the couch, making her breasts arch up to meet his eager mouth. He cupped her breasts again, nuzzling and licking first one and then then other. Kiley cried out and pressed upward, and he took her pebbled nipple between his teeth. Drawing it to a point, he listened to her excited moans and smelled the potent desire wafting up from between her thighs. He nipped and kissed her nipple before finally sucking it in long, hard pulls. He switched to her other breast, giving the underside a sharp bite before sucking her hardened, eager point, his free hand drifting down to her bare knee.

Touching the fabric of her dress frustrated him, made his wolf growl with impatience. They could smell her, knew what she wanted, knew she was ready…

But Garrett kept the wolf in check for now. He’d spent so many nights in his bed alone, stroking his cock, imagining the way her pussy would feel under his fingers, under his mouth. He had to touch her, at least.

He skimmed his hands up the outsides of her thighs, pulling the dress up to her hips. She wore a matching triangle of silk underneath, the same pink and white, and he growled aloud this time. When she jumped at the sound, he ignored it, reaching out and ripping the thin panties from her hips.

“Garrett!” she gasped, but it was too late for protests. Garrett’s fingers brushed the fine dark curls that lay at her apex, found them dripping with her excitement.

“Fuck, Kiley,” he muttered, his hands spreading her knees wider. He slid two fingers into those curls, the scent of her increasing desire making his heart pound in his ears as he touched her slit. Kiley’s hips flexed as she tried to move, reached out to touch him, but he restrained her with a growl. He needed to see her bare pussy, and he need it right this second.

Garrett pulled back for a second, sinking down to kneel before her. He grabbed her thighs and roughly repositioned her so that her ass hit the couch. He brought her knees up before her, pressing them back and opening her wide until her heels rested on the edge of the couch.

“So much better,” he said. “Be still for me, Kiley.”

He could see her glistening, bright pink pussy perfectly now, see the way her wetness pooled underneath her body and made a dark spot on the couch. He reached out and spread her lips wide with two fingers, licking his lips as he looked at her tight, clenched opening. Moving his fingers higher, he bared the delicate folds of her clit, wondering what she would taste like there.

His cock twitched in demand, precum leaking from the tip. Reminding him that he’d waited much too long. He hadn’t had a female since he’d met her, only his hand and a lot of fantasies about this very moment. Soon enough, he’d feel her pussy stretching to accommodate his cock.

But first…

He leaned close, enjoying the way her legs trembled as he nipped the tender flesh of her inner thigh, making a trail down to what he wanted most. He spread her lips wide again with one hand, leaning close to brush the barest tip of his tongue against the soft rosebud of her clit. It pulsed under the brush of his tongue, seemed to open for him even as Kiley gave a tortured whimper. He swirled his tongue in soft circles around her throbbing bud, enjoying the fact that she was already bucking her hips toward his mouth.

He could probably make her cum just like this, without touching her anywhere else. He smiled to himself. If only he had the patience for such slow, soft torture. In reality, if he stroked his own cock three or four times, he’d explode in his own hand and be forced to wait until he could raise muster again. Not that it would take long. Thinking of Kiley, he could go three or four rounds with his hand before he tired, back to back.

Instead of reaching down to stroke himself off, he brought his fingers up to circle her tightly clenched pussy. As he teased her with his tongue, touching her clit in the softest motions, he thrust two fingers into her to the knuckle. Kiley cried out and her body tensed, and for a moment Garrett thought he’d gone too far, but after a moment she relaxed and pushed back against his fingers.

Withdrawing, he pushed them deep this time, relishing her welcoming heat. She soaked his fingers in an instant, her muscles fluttering around him. His cock pulsed with want, and he knew he needed to hurry. He needed to come inside her, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He finger fucked Kiley as he kept brushing her clit with his tongue, increasing the tempo of both until she panted and writhed under him. He slowed for a moment, repositioning his free hand, and then resumed. This time he slid a finger back and forth from her soaking pussy to the tight little balloon knot below, slowly spreading her wetness there. He tested her ass in gentle prods, preparing her for his invasion.

When she cried out and made an impatient sound against his teasing mouth, he gave her clit a hard suck as he pushed his fingertip into the taut ring of muscle. She cried out louder, and he pushed his finger deep inside her body, sucking hard on her clit and driving his fingers deep into her pussy at the same time.

She came instantly, a sob escaping as her whole body seized up, squeezing his fingers as she shattered. He withdrew as she clenched and writhed, rising to flip her over onto her stomach. He shredded the remnants of the dress, leaving her perfect curves bare, and he spread her knees wide on the couch.

Angling her hips just so, Garrett fisted his cock and brought the throbbing crown to her entrance. He released a long sigh and closed his eyes for a moment when her slick, juicy heat touched the tip. He paused and let the sensation soak into him.

He’d lost her, all those months ago. Lost the right to think that this moment would ever come, that he’d ever have the right to touch her this way, make her call out his name as she came on his pulsing cock.

Then, too, he’d been worried that she wouldn’t live up to his fantasies. That he’d built up a woman too amazing, too incredible, all for the sake of his hormones and need. But this was Kiley; she was better than anything he could have dreamed up on his own. She was perfect, even better than he’d imagined in all those nights of lust and lonely want.

When she leaned pack, pressing against him, he surged forward and buried his cock deep in her body. One long, smooth stroke had him filling her completely, stretching her snug channel in a quick motion that made her shout with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pulled back and paused, the idea of hurting her making his heartbeat stutter.

“More!” she insisted after a moment of stillness, pressing back against him again.

“Damn it, Kiley,” he gritted, thrusting forward again. He started moving in her, feeling the way her pussy gripped him, so wet and tight that it made his balls ache. He set a hard rhythm, gripping her hips and fucking her with rough, animalistic thrusts. Hard, long, and deep. The muscles in her flawless bare back bunched and flexed as she moved against him, taking the pounding and asking for more, always more.

He could feel the ripples of her orgasm begin, felt the fluttering clench of her pussy as she came with a cry and a gush of heat around his cock. He groaned, realizing that he hadn’t even considered a condom.

“Kiley, do I need to pull out?” he asked, uncertain.

“Pill,” she moaned, her body shuddering under his grasp.

He closed his eyes for a moment, sinking into the sensations. The silken pull of her hot, tight body, the way her ass bounced against him, the slap of his flesh against hers, the breathless gasps she made…

His balls pulled up and he bellowed, thrusting wildly into his female as he began to cum, pulsing hot lashes of seed deep inside her body. Each thrust drained him a fraction more, sucking him dry, until he collapsed over Kiley’s shaking body, gasping and spent.

For long moments, they stayed still. Their bodies joined, both desperately trying to drag air into their starving lungs. When Garrett finally pushed himself up on shaking arms, pulling himself free from her body, Kiley sagged against the couch with a moan. His heart stuttered again, and he couldn’t control himself.

Scooping her up in his arms, he moved on unsteady legs, carrying her to his bed. He nudged his comforter aside with his knee, laying her down on the soft mattress. Ignoring the humorous gleam in her emerald eyes, he lay down beside her and pulled her flush to his body, dragging the comforter over them both.

His eyelids were so heavy, drifting closed. Her scent permeated his senses, lying thick on his skin, soaking into his comforter and mattress and pillows. He leaned close to her neck, pushing away her sweat-dampened hair to reach her nape, and sucked in a deep, drowsy breath. His wolf purred like a house cat, delighted by the scent of his thoroughly pleasured mate.

Though he wanted to protest the word, wondered where his righteous anger had fled, he was simply too tired to care.

“So…” Kiley whispered, wiggling back to press every inch of her damp, naked skin to his. “Means nothing, huh?”

Her chuckle made him groan, but he was too spent to argue with her.

“Later, Kiley,” he promised, wrapping an arm around her body as he allowed himself to drift off.