The Alpha's Quest Collection (12 page)

Ciara somehow managed to sleep soundly for the first time in months. Shockingly she didn't have any nightmares and whatever evil force had caused her and Hawk's hallucinations had decided to leave her alone.

The only dreams that floated into her sleep were beautiful ones about a life she didn't have, but apparently had a burning desire to experience one day. In her dreams she lived in a perfect little town with white picket fences lining every street. All of the houses were straight out of
Leave It to Beaver.
Every yard was perfectly manicured, like a golf course, and the white siding on each house was unblemished. For some reason every house had a bright red front door that popped out at you as you strolled down the street.

In the dream she was walking down the sidewalk, pushing a well-behaved baby in a stroller as she took in the beautiful spring weather. She was chatting amicably with a man she couldn’t see in the dream each time, a man her eyes lit up for when she looked at him. It was almost like she was an impartial observer watching a movie.

Finally things panned out and the man beside her was revealed to be Hawk, looking rugged and handsome in a red flannel shirt tucked into khaki slacks. It was a very "midwestern dad" look, but with his perfect body and amazing smile he pulled it off like no other man could.

The same dream played out repeatedly, with small variations, but one thing remained constant: she was very happy with the family that she had with Hawk.

Eventually Ciara rolled over and opened her eyes to find the man of her dreams sleeping soundly beside her. She realized she was smiling as this was the first time she'd woken up happy in a long time.

She took in a deep breath and ran her hand along his perfectly sculpted chest, tracing the line of each pec and ab as she did so. He was perfect, better than any man she had ever fallen asleep next to before.

His breathing was quiet and short, almost like he was in a coma. She'd never seen anyone sleep so quietly and calmly. Maybe it was a side effect of the powers that allowed him to blend into the forest undetected?

The night before, Hawk had confessed so much to her about his past and the feelings in his heart. At the time his confession had been scary and confusing to Ciara, but now that she was watching him sleep they were anything but that. She had done a complete 180 overnight. Now his confession was wonderful and beautiful to Ciara, everything she'd ever wanted to hear from a man.

She was still unsure about the skin-changer admission. She wasn't sure exactly what that was and how many of them there were in the world. Hawk had told her that he'd never told anyone else. Why wouldn't he tell anyone unless it was something that should be hidden?

There was a strange and scary world out there that Ciara was just now being introduced to, a world that might send a normal person running scared. Not Ciara; she wasn't a normal person. This new world was exciting to her in a way that she didn't fully understand.

All her life she'd wanted more than what was presented to her. She'd wanted to exceed the limitations that were put on her, but in the end she'd ended up at the bottom of the barrel like everyone else. Not anymore. She didn't need drugs, she didn't need alcohol—all she needed was her alpha.

Ciara sat up and laughed. She tried to stop, but the laughter kept flooding out of her. It was beginning to ring through the small den they'd stayed in, creating quite a racket.

Hawk slowly opened one eye and then the other before sitting up with a start. He wildly looked around the room, as if he was confused about the source of the laughter. Finally his eyes settled on Ciara as amusement wrote itself across his face.

"Have you gone mad?" he asked, chuckling himself.

"I'm just so happy," she said. She had no clue how to react to her revelation. It had all been so simple and now it was right in front of her. She had been so convinced she was on a vision quest that she didn't realize the answers were right there in front of her in real life.

"Okay," Hawk said, trying to stand. "Why are you so happy?"

She finally was able to stifle the laughter as what she saw took her breath away. Hawk was standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of skin-tight boxer briefs. They were a light gray with a black waistband that hugged his lean, sculpted waist perfectly. Hidden just behind the front was an inviting bulge that almost called her name out. She wondered what was hidden behind there and how wonderful it would feel inside of her. Her pulse quickened as she looked him over, feeling her arousal growing. She instinctively rubbed her legs together, moaning just a little as she felt the fabric of her panties slide across her wet sex.

It was obvious Hawk could smell her arousal because he was looking down at her, his amusement replaced with obvious longing and desire. He had never felt the touch of a woman before, she knew that, and she wanted nothing more than to be his first right here in this den.

"Why are you so happy?" he asked again, swallowing hard. He had strained to get the words out. She wondered if he was having trouble concentrating on what she was saying. His eyes were firmly planted on her chest, growing wider like pearly white saucers with the greenest orbs sitting right in the middle. Ciara decided that of all the eye colors she'd seen Hawk display, this was her favorite, an almost jade-like green.

"Because I came out here to find myself," she said, leaning forward so that the tank top she wore hung loosely. She'd been wearing it for several days and it had lost a lot of its previous tightness. Now it hung off of her, letting her large breasts breathe just a bit more. She had removed her bra to sleep the night before, and now her breasts were hanging freely. Hawk could see everything. Ciara loved the power her chest had over him right now. When he discovered every curve of her body he would be completely helpless.

"I know," he said, still straining to concentrate. She could now see the outline of his length developing behind his tight underwear, growing every second he looked down at her. "You thought this was all a dream."

"I know," she said, giggling. As she did so she flipped her hair away from her chest, now allowing Hawk full view of the wonder that existed behind her shirt. "But that was stupid of me. I was in complete denial, like I have been my whole life. You saved me, Hawk. You saved me in a way you don't even understand."

"I know I saved you," he said, his eyes still not moving. "You would be that crazy wild wolf's bride right now if I hadn't saved you."

"Not like that," she said, sitting up on her knees.

"What are you doing?" he asked, growing rigid as her hand shot forward to rub his manhood behind his underwear.

"Shhhh," she said, continuing to delicately rub her thumb and forefinger up and down the shaft that was now desperately trying to break free from its prison. "Just listen, please."

The night before, she had rejected Hawk, feeling that this was all some kind of test. On another level she'd rejected him because she knew she would just be making the same mistake she always made. Her entire life she'd jumped into bed with men she barely knew and she'd been stepped all over for it. But it was different with Hawk. They'd only known each other for two days but she felt a connection with him that she hadn't felt with anyone ever before.

This was meant to be; he was meant to claim her. She smiled up at him, biting her bottom lip as she did so. The thought of being claimed by Hawk made her entire body shudder with desire. Being claimed by an alpha wolf sounded like a wonderful thing, something that Ciara had always wanted but had never thought about. Now that she had considered it, she wanted nothing more.

"I came out here a confused person. You saw what happened to me last night. I made some pretty bad life choices that landed me in jail. I was an alcoholic, Hawk. Do you know what that's like?"

"No," he said, his face now beet red and sweat pouring down it. "Werewolves can't get drunk. Our bodies metabolize the alcohol too fast."

"Oh," she said. She hadn't realized that was possible. "Well, I drank all the time. I drank to wake up. I drank to go to bed. I drank when I was happy and I drank when I was sad. I drank to have sex and I drank to go to school. When I wasn't drinking, I was popping pills or smoking God knows what. I was heading for an early grave. You saved me, Hawk."

"How did I do that?" he asked.

"By being there for me," she said. "You're everything a woman could want in a man. You haven't judged me; you've just been here to help me. This is meant to be, Hawk. I don't want drugs or alcohol anymore. I just want you."

Her alpha didn't respond; instead, he just smiled down at her. It was the warmest, most loving smile anyone had ever directed at her. It was enough to let her know that her words had been well received and that he agreed with them.

Without waiting for an invitation, Ciara calmly pulled the full length of his massive cock from his pants, gripping it tightly around the base.

"Wait a minute," he started to protest. Ciara ignored him. Instead, she put her other hand on his perfect stomach and kissed the engorged purple head of his cock. He immediately groaned as a tiny bit of pre-come began to drip from the slit.

This time she began to flick the tip of her tongue across it, drinking in what had escaped. She could feel his stomach muscles tensing as she did it, his entire body clenching like a fist. This was a completely new sensation to him and Ciara loved seeing his reaction.

She smiled up at him one more time, but he didn’t see it. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown backwards as he took in every moment of her innocence-stealing assault. Ciara kissed the head again, but this time she opened her mouth, allowing it to enter. Her lips slid down the length of his shaft, causing him to convulse with pleasure.

He was too big for Ciara to take all the way down, but she was going to try. She relaxed her throat and forced his cock further into her, trying to get her lips to the two wonderful globes that hung down at the base. She gagged a little but finally made it, feeling her lips contact his beautiful balls.

"Oh my, Ciara," he groaned. "Never before…"

She tried not to giggle. Hawk was in a place he had never been before and she knew he had no idea what to say.

Her lips glided back up the rigid shaft as she sucked the entire way, making a loud slurping noise that a lot of men had told her drove them wild. It was obvious Hawk was enjoying it too, as he began to rock back and forth, slowly pushing his length in and out of her mouth.

She stopped what she was doing and held it in her mouth, bringing her hands down to squeeze his balls. She squeezed them gently at first, but then harder as he groaned his approval. His hand shot down to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of her hair as he began to push his cock in and out of her mouth.

Men had tried this with her before, but she had always stopped them.

"If you want to fuck something, then fuck the right place," she had told them. "Don't fuck my mouth."

That was because it always felt so dirty and wrong when they did it, but this didn't. This felt completely right. Anything Hawk wanted to do to her would feel completely right. She was his to command.

He remained gentle, not trying to ram the head into the back of her throat. She was thankful for that, but his powerful hand still gripped her hair tightly, letting her know that he could get rough at a moment's notice. She wanted him to get rough with her. She wanted to be ravaged by the mighty alpha wolf.

His massive staff continued to slide in and out of her mouth as she sucked it on the way out each time. His pace began to quicken as she felt the skin of his cock tighten. She could feel the angry vein that ran along the bottom beginning to swell along with the rest of his length.

She reached behind him, grabbing his tight ass and holding it firmly with both hands. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him, forcing him to keep his cock planted in her mouth. His struggle stopped as he threw his head back and let a guttural groan out to the roof of the den. His hands held her hair tightly, hurting Ciara in a good way.

She refused to move her mouth, drinking in all of his hot sex as best she could. Years of pent-up come exploded out of Hawk's cock into her mouth, and she wanted to taste all of it. Finally the last drops found their way out and she pulled away, wiping her mouth.

Well, I was kind of hoping to get some,
she thought, still looking down.
But that was a good intro for him. A good start.

Ciara looked up at Hawk, an impossibly large smile on her face. What she saw on his face made her smile fade completely. He was panting and grunting, his eyes now an animalistic shade of yellow. He had mentioned before that his wolf was pent up, demanding to mate with someone.

Now that she looked at him, she knew the wolf was lying just below the surface, ready to strike. A mixture of fear and excitement overtook her as he growled at her. This wasn't over; they were just beginning.

With incredible force, and aggression she had never seen before, Hawk dove onto Ciara, pushing her onto her back roughly. All she could do was yelp as he pulled her shorts off with lightning speed.

The beast was bubbling just below the surface, demanding to be fully released. Hawk had tried to control it the entire time Ciara had expertly taken his length in her mouth, but in the end it was too much. He tried to hold back as best he could, but her mouth was so perfect, her skill unrivaled. After he had dumped his sex in her mouth he had thought that would be the end, but his wolf was not satisfied. It demanded to feel every inch of Ciara's body, to take in every bit of her scent and to spill its seed inside of her.

Looking down on Ciara, he could see fear on her face, but he was too far gone; the beast had too much control. He had to satisfy his baser animalistic urges now.

She was beautiful; every single curve on her body was sexy to the point of madness. Hawk felt as if he could spend a lifetime tracing every inch of her body with his tongue, a lifetime burying his face between her beautiful breasts, a lifetime burying himself inside of her, and it still wouldn't be enough. He never wanted to leave the den ever again. To hell with Bucklin and everyone in it. He had to claim his mate and satisfy both of their urges.

In the back of his mind he knew these thoughts were wrong. He knew he had a mission to save his people, but all of that was background noise as the intense desire pounded in his head.

Ciara was pinned underneath him now, lying flat on her back and looking up at him. Her body belying the fear that was written on her face. She had already spread her legs beneath him, the heat of her arousal radiating against his own throbbing member. She had placed her feet on his hips, putting her in better position to receive him.

He lowered his face to her neck, dragging his tongue up and down her smooth, silky skin. Occasionally he would pull back his lips and let his teeth run along her sensitive skin, eliciting a yelp of approval from his new mate. She tasted amazing and smelled amazing too. Their days in the forest had given her an earthy smell, not like the clean, perfumed city women he was used to. She smelled like everything his wolf desired, which made him even harder.

Hawk didn't think it was possible for his erection to grow anymore, but somehow it continued. It was beginning to hurt; his cock felt like it was going to rip through the thin skin that covered it.

The human part of his mind wanted to romance Ciara. To lovingly caress her breasts and nuzzle them with his nose as she kissed him on the forehead. To run his tongue from one curvy hip all the way down to the tips of her toes before taking the perfectly painted piggies in his mouth. He wanted all of that, but his wolf wouldn't allow it. He had to feel the release that he had been denied his entire life.

With a feral growl he bit down on her beautiful neck, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to force a scream. As her high-pitched wail filled the tiny den, she arched her back and pushed her hips toward Hawk, inviting him into her most special place. He didn't need the invitation, but he took it anyway, thrusting his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight embrace.

She cried out, obviously not ready for the size of his manhood, but that didn't stop him from roughly pounding it in and out of her wet sheath. His mate was producing strange sounds that were a mixture of heavy breathing and whining, but that didn't stop him from taking her. The sounds were doing more to turn him on, to the point that he thought he would explode all over again.

His wolf was howling and gnashing inside his head, enjoying every minute of his first time. It was all too much for Hawk, who had to get control. He felt like he was going to spill his seed at the next thrust and he had to resist.

He closed his eyes, trying not to look at the picture of ecstasy that was painted on his mate's face. If he looked at those lust-filled green eyes and curling top lip one more time, he would lose it.

As he concentrated, he shut out all other distractions, forcing himself not to hear her moans of approval as he continued his fast motion. Everything about her felt right. The walls of her vagina were clamping down on him, resisting the strain he was putting on them as he stretched her. But it was so wet and so warm, inviting his cock back in each time he pulled back.

This was what he was meant to do; this was what he had been put here for. He wasn't meant for sex with just anyone, he was meant for sex with this woman. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like a key sliding into a lock, only this time he had unlocked the missing happiness in his life.

Everything he had blamed himself for with regard to his parents just washed away as he made love to his mate. He had blamed himself for so long for not seeing the warning signs, for not warning the town when his father came back to retrieve his mother. This was a burden he had taken on himself, the whole reason he had become the watcher in the night. None of that seemed to matter now; the only thing that mattered was his mate and her pleasure.

With a sudden snap he returned to the here and now, to his mate lying beneath him moaning and screaming in approval as he continually jackhammered his long rod into her.

"Yes, Hawk!" she screamed. "Oh fucking god yes!"

He didn't know if all women screamed and talked like this during sex, but her words continued to turn him on to the point of no return. He couldn't stop it now; he could feel his cock swelling inside of her as it filled with blood.

He dropped his jaw in shock and sucked in a deep breath as Ciara arched her back and pushed herself onto him harder, using her feet to push down on his ass and bury him completely in her. It was as if she knew he was about to come and she wanted to feel every inch as he released. At the same time her body began to shudder as one of her hands shot up and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

With inhuman strength she tugged on his hair as her eyes shut and her mouth hung open. It was only a faint sound that escaped, a small squeal of pleasure. At that time he realized she was having an orgasm, a wonderful release that had taken her breath away. Simultaneously his entire body tensed and he flexed his hips as he felt his sex exploding in one glorious spurt into his mate's body.

Hawk's entire body was tingling in a way he had never felt before, not even when he had come several minutes ago. He opened his mouth and released a guttural scream that drowned out any noise his mate made. This was the release he had been waiting for, the satisfying explosion of years of pent-up feelings.

He didn't know if he would ever stop coming. He could feel his cock still releasing itself into Ciara, almost as if he was pouring his soul into his mate's body.

Finally the orgasm subsided and his entire body went numb, reducing him to a shaky mess as he fell beside his mate. She continued to kick her legs and squirm beside him, moaning and massaging her breasts, which she had removed from her shirt.

Her nipples were much larger than any female's he had ever seen and much lighter. They were a pale pink and he could see light blue veins running inside of them. This was different from the firm, tight breasts he had seen on other females in his pack after they shifted. Her nipples were much different from the small, hard pebbles he had seen on female wolves. They looked much heavier, and they hung just a little bit lower than what he was used to seeing, but in his mind they were still exquisite. He had never seen breasts more beautiful than the ones in front of him.

He reached one hand up, taking a heavy mound in his hand and massaging it gently, feeling every curve and every inch of it. As he squeezed he brought his thumb up and used the pad to brush against one of her hard nipples. Ciara turned and smiled at him with a warmth and love that almost brought him to full attention again. He had claimed his mate and she had accepted his claiming. They didn't even need words; they knew what had happened.

"I have a lot of legal trouble back home," Ciara said, her expression turning to one of worry. "If I leave without paying my fines, I could go to jail."

"Money is not an issue," he said, propping himself up on his side. "I will take care of all of your issues before you move to my home."

"What about my family?" she asked.

"We will tell your mother we met at a church rehab group," he said. "Remember, I can blend into any situation. She will believe me."

"What about your pack?" she asked, her face looking even more worried than when she had asked about his family.

"I will figure that out. You don't need to worry about it," he said as he sighed and rolled onto his back. That was a horse of a different color, a problem that was not easily solvable. He had taken a mate, but he wasn't supposed to. She was the missing piece of his life and he wouldn't give her up, even if it meant passing the pack on to his beta. It wasn't something Hawk had ever considered doing, but she meant that much to him.