The Alpha's Quest Collection (4 page)

He knew Eva had probably made love to plenty of selfish lovers in her time, never fully getting the treatment she deserved. Rowan wasn’t going to do that to her, he was going to make sure he knew that her body's every need was his chief concern. It made the moment he entered her even more satisfying as his wolf was finally given what it wanted, howling its approval as his cock slid through the moist folds of her pussy, hitting the perfect spot from behind. He fit inside her perfectly, their bodies both knowing it and responding in kind.

The walls of her vagina clamped down on his cock as he began to thrust back and forth into her, his hands squeezing her ass as he pumped.

“Oh god, Rowan,” she moaned. “Right there.”

Rowan’s pace began to quicken. He could feel the blood rushing to his swollen member, nearly forcing him to explode his seed into her quickly. He couldn’t give in so soon.

He quickly pulled out and spun her around, using his brute strength to lift her off the ground and push her against a tree. She reacted immediately by wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her fingernails into his back to hold on.

“I love you,” he whispered, looking into her beautiful, ocean-like blue eyes as he lowered her down onto his rigid staff.

“I love you too...oh!” she cried out as the head of his penis found its mark. She gripped him hard as he pushed her against the tree, slamming his cock up and down into her tight pussy. She moaned and threw her head back as she bounced.

Even with a bra on her beautiful tits jostled up and down, drawing Rowan’s gaze to them. He had never seen two more perfect objects before in his life. He looked back at Eva, whose eyes were starting to roll into the back of her head as he continued to fuck her.

That’s too fucking hot,
he thought, watching the drugged look on her face. There was something about the look she was giving him that forced his entire lower body to clench as he felt the come rushing through his cock.

At the same time Eva let out a primal scream and stiffened up completely, her nails digging into his back. She had reached climax as well, her entire body now shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Rowan grunted and huffed as his legs got weak from the sudden orgasm that had gripped him. With no strength left he collapsed backwards into the dirt with Eva still sitting on top of him.

“That’s perfect,” she purred, looking down at him.

“I am yours, Eva,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I am yours too, Rowan,” she said, looking down on him.

“No you don’t understand,” he told her. “I claimed you as my mate, to forever have you and protect you. But you’ve done something more, you’ve claimed my heart to forever hold and control. You are the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I want to protect this town. This town is nothing without you in it, as my heart is now nothing without your love in it.”

As he finished his speech, the words just pouring out of him spontaneously, he could see the glimmer of a small tear forming in the corner of one of Eva’s sapphire eyes. She quickly wiped it away, never wanting to appear to be a crybaby to Rowan.

“I will cherish it and take care of your heart forever, my alpha,” she said, pulling herself down beside Rowan in the dirt.

He wrapped his big arms around her and held her tight, not saying another word.

Ciara finally stopped running again after at least twenty minutes. Her legs were on fire and her calf was starting to cramp up as she ground to a halt. Her lungs were on fire and sweat was trickling down her face and stinging her eyes.

She collapsed against a tree, trying to rub out the cramp in her calf.

"What the hell?" she finally said in between gasps of air. "Surely he isn't still chasing me."

She stood up straight and limped forward on her tight calf. Where the hell was she? She looked around at the area around her—it all looked the same. This area of the forest literally looked like every other area of the forest she had been in.

"Fuck!" she screamed before clasping her hands over her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around. In her moment of frustration she had completely lost sight of where she was and what she was doing. If he was close by he had to have heard her.

Ciara whimpered and began to limp away, trying to put more distance between her and her invisible pursuer. She was miles away from where she had first met him, but he looked to be in much better shape than she was.

This is probably all a game to him,
she thought.
He's just toying with me right now.

Why the hell hadn't she listened to the park ranger? Her conversation with him seemed a lifetime ago, but she should have heeded his words more closely.

Then she froze. There was somebody close by. She couldn't hear anything, but she knew there was somebody watching her, waiting for her to make the wrong move.

She looked around at the trees that surrounded her, but she saw nothing. There was nobody in sight, but she definitely knew someone was watching her.

"Whoever you are," she shouted. "Leave me the fuck alone! I'll fight! I'm not afraid to!"

She knew she was probably the least threatening figure possible. What was she going to do, bludgeon someone to death with her boobs? Claw their eyes out? Do a flying butt attack? She was defenseless without her gun.

Then she heard it, the low growl behind her. She spun around to see a scraggly wolf stalking low towards her, his lips pulled back to review a row of sharp, yellowing fangs.

"Good boy," she said, walking backwards. "Please don't hurt me."

The wolf continued to advance, his eyes studying her like he was memorizing her form.

"Doggy want a bone?" she asked weakly. It was the only thing that came to mind, despite how stupid it sounded.

She yelped as the wolf began to shift and turn, twisting into something new and different. Before her eyes the scraggly wolf turned into the same skinny meth-head-looking man who had pursued her earlier.

"As a matter of fact, doggy does," he said, laughing at her.

"Fuck," she said, backing into a tree. "What the fuck are you?"

"Your new mate," he said, smiling. "You've been claimed and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Claimed?" she asked. "Don't hurt me."

"Don't worry, pretty girl," he said, drawing ever closer to her. "I'm going to treat you real good."

Just as he almost reached her, a large hand appeared on his shoulder, his eyes growing wide as he was suddenly yanked off of his feet and tossed backwards, his head crashing into a large tree several yards behind where he had stood.

Ciara looked up at the creature that threw him, her heart fluttering as she realized it wasn't a creature at all. It was a hero, a savior like none other. Standing before her was God's gift to women, at least she thought so. The light coming through the trees shone down behind him, illuminating him like some sort of guardian angel who was sent from above to rescue her from the evil that was her life. Maybe he was her inner spirit, here to deliver her to a better life? Whatever the case, he was now looking at her, concern on his perfect face.

He wore a black t-shirt that did little to hide the lean muscular form beneath it. He wasn't overly muscled, like the bodybuilders she would see in magazines at the gym; no, he was perfectly toned, like an athlete. He was tall, much taller than she was, with a long, chiseled face. His beautiful blue eyes were nearly hidden by moppish blond hair that hung low. The only thing that one would consider a flaw was the beak-like nose that poked out of the hair, but she found it only added to his overall charm and beauty.

"Are you okay?" he asked, calmly and stoically.

"I…I…think so," she said. She glanced behind him; the other man had recovered and was now rushing forward, malice in his eyes. "Look out!"

Her guardian angel smiled and spun around, driving his fist into the man's stomach as he reached him, driving all the air out of his body.

He stood over the fallen man, glaring at him as he struggled to breathe.

"Who are you?" her savior demanded. "What pack do you belong to?"

The man just whimpered and curled up in a ball, trying to ignore the intimidating man who stood above him.

"Are you with the Oakdale pack?" the blond man demanded.

The fallen man shook his head
no
as he lay there.

"Why were you accosting this girl?" the blond man asked, his voice powerful and commanding. Ciara could feel a tingle in her nether region as she watched the command he had over the situation. This was his world and the other man was just living in it.

"She's in my territory," the naked man said, breathless.

"What territory is that?" the blond man asked again. "Answer me!"

As he yelled his demand she jumped a little, feeling excitement rush through her body. She hadn't been around a man like this in years. All the men she met in school, all the ones she picked up at bars, were all pathetic little college boys who drank too much. She felt a little disgusted as she thought about the terrible pickup lines she had fallen for. She'd always fallen for their t-shirt muscles and large trucks, never realizing they were boys pretending to be men. This, though… this was a real man if there ever was one.

"Our territory," the fallen man whimpered. "We own this forest."

"Get up," her man said. "You're pathetic."

The other man slowly rose, his eyes studying the man who had dropped him easily with one punch.

"You're from Bucklin, aren't you?" the naked man asked, beginning to speak in a more high-pitched tone. "You're an alpha."

"Listen," her man said, stepping right into the naked man's face. "I'm not here to intrude on your pack's territory. I'm just passing through on my way to Beorn's territory."

"Yes," the naked man said, shaking his head frantically. "The old bear, we know him well. Please don't harm me anymore. I'll let my alpha know you're here."

"Are there other wolves here?" her man asked.

Ciara grabbed at her hair, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. What the fuck were they talking about? Wolves? Packs? Alphas? Had she fallen into a b-horror movie all of a sudden? The wolf had turned into a man, but there had to be an explanation for that. She was delirious from fear, lack of oxygen and dehydration. She was hallucinating, that was the only logical conclusion she could come to. She'd hallucinated before on some pretty bad benders, and this was no different.

"We've smelled them," the naked man said. "They're too powerful, they corrupt the forest. The corruption doesn't extend to our den. We try to stay there."

"Why were you following her, then?" her man demanded.

"She smelled sweet," he said. "I was hunting, and I saw her. She smelled so good and I wanted her so bad."

"You think you can just kidnap her?"

"She was in my territory," the naked man said, shying away like a scolded dog. "It's my right to claim her."

"Listen and listen well," her man said, getting just inches from the other's face. "We don't do things like that anymore. She's going to go home, got it? And you're not going to bother her, got it?"

"I've got it," the naked man said.

"Now get out of my sight. I don't want to see your pack outside your territory when I'm out here."

"Yes!" the naked man said, turning and running away as fast as his legs could carry him.

Ciara saw how fast he effortlessly bounded through the forest, like he was running on a track. He'd been toying with her before; if he had wanted to, he could have easily caught her within the first thirty seconds of her escape.

She felt a little bit sick thinking about the fact that she had almost been killed. But luckily she had a savior, a knight in shining armor sent from the heavens above—or Bucklin.

Who cares?
she thought.
He saved me and that's all that matters.

When the naked man was finally out of sight he turned to her, his face still unmoving from its previous stern expression.

"He won't bother you if you want to return where you came from," he said. "I guarantee it."

With those words he walked past her, heading deeper into the forest.

What the hell?
she thought.
He's just going to leave me?

Ciara put her hands on her hips and walked him walk away, his powerful body carrying him easily through the underbrush.

"You're just going to leave me out here?" she yelled. "What kind of guardian angel are you?"

"I'm not an angel," he yelled back. "Just an alpha with a mission."

Ciara stood there for a second, expecting him to turn around and laugh. It had to be a big joke. He was just kidding, right? He was going to come back and rescue her, bringing her safely back to her car or his place, right?

As she watched him get farther and farther away she realized he wasn't coming back. She was all alone in the forest again.

She quickly weighed her options in her head. She could either follow her savior, despite the fact that he didn't want her to, or she could try to find her way back where she'd come from. If she went that way she'd probably run into the naked guy and his buddies.

There was no decision to make.

"Hey, wait up!" she yelled, chasing after her guardian angel.