Page 20 of Hunting the Alpha
ChapterEight
DONOVAN
“Touch me,” Savannah said, grabbing my hand and thrusting it in between her legs. “There, Donovan, please. Touch me there.”
We were outside, in public. Anyone could see us, but Savannah didn’t care, and I was happy to oblige.
Moaning with glee at the feel of her pussy, wet and ready, I finger-fucked her. She pressed against me, eager for more, so I yanked down her jeans and turned her around to lean against the wall of the inn.
Entering her sated something in me so deep, that I wanted to howl to the skies. She begged my name. I fed my hands up her stomach, pounding home, seeking her breasts, relieved at the softness of them in my hands. But even as the pleasure grew, the wolf in me happy with the ride, I wanted to see her face.
Pulling my cock out of her, I spun her around, ready to enter her once more, to do her up against the wall with my eyes on hers. But blonde locks replaced brown ones, and piercing blue replaced the caramel.
“Donovan,” Everleigh moaned, taking Savannah’s place. “Do me, baby.”
The appetite left me in an instant, my wolf recoiling.
Everleigh leaned up to kiss me, but I pulled back, confused. The outdoor scenery whirled around me so fast that I had to close my eyes against it.
Then I woke up.
“Shit,” I muttered, casting an arm across my face at the thought of not only Savannah’s sweet pussy, but the way I’d lost all desire the second Everleigh showed her face.
It was all so screwed up.
Savannah.
The man inside me wanted to make her scream and send her on her way. But the wolf—the wolf craved her like no other. And I didn’t even want to think about picking at that yet. The screwing her over part was enough for now. But first, I needed intel.
I also had to see Everleigh.
Not looking forward to that one.
Sighing, I pushed back the covers and headed for the shower.
One hour later, I drove out to Haven Fields, the location of Kyran’s pack. Kyran didn’t have to hide his town behind a horde of trees and a pile of paperwork just yet. The previous alpha had kept the layout simple with some cabins in the woods, using the neighboring town for all their needs.
Kyran planned on changing it and adding a town infrastructure. But ten months in and he still reeled from the challenge he’d successfully won for becoming alpha. Timmons, the man before him, had wanted to keep the pack in the past, and the discord among the wolves had forced Kyran to step forward against his brother by blood who wanted the alpha title. Finn was a nasty piece of work, and no one wanted that.
After Kyran had won the challenge, his brother had left the pack, and no one had heard of him since. Now lumbered with a responsibility he didn’t want, my friend had reluctantly taken to helping his kin and threw himself into the role.
Maybe that’s the reason he’s a surly bastard of late?
I could empathize with the weighty chain of being an alpha, and I’d always craved it. For Kyran, a man who preferred to chill, have fun, and let others work out the kinks, it was a wonder he could keep his head up straight.
A sign saying Haven Fields’ Campsite - No Vacancies highlighted the start of the trail that led deep into the cover of the woods about twenty minutes from Moonlight Creek. They’d claimed the place as residential a long time ago, but the ‘No Vacancies’ sign kept people away. Keeping the belief it was a campsite stopped any potential land buyers from sniffing around. For over a hundred years, it had worked, and Kyran’s growing pack had thrived since he immediately signed up as part of the alliance—something the old alpha had never wanted. Our joint investments gave him the money he needed to bring Haven Fields into the twenty-first century.
Using the four-wheel drive to go off-road for the last portion of distance into Haven Fields, I finally arrived and parked up outside Kyran’s cabin on the north side of the camp.
He was adding an extension to his abode, and I’d done some work on it myself in the early stages. Now installations on the plumbing and electrics had begun. Not really my fields of expertise, seeing as I preferred the woodwork.
“Didn’t you have enough of me last night?” Kyran greeted, taking a sip from the cup in his hand. The other rested on the tool belt tightened around his waist.
Although we were in the middle of summer, the temperature had dropped and the sky grew cloudy. But no one would believe it if they looked at Kyran standing there with his plaid shirt open, of which he’d torn off the sleeves a long time prior.
“I’ve not come to see you, brother,” I retorted. “I’m here to see Everleigh.”
Kyran shook his head. “Good luck with that one if you’re here to do what I think you have.”