Dirty Alpha (Alpha’s Obsession #2) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alpha's Obsession Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“Don’t be so surprised, love. I’m going to fuck you raw and dirty every chance I get. I’m going to stuff every hole in your body until you’re screaming my name.”

Her eyes widen as she looks down at my throbbing cock. She catches herself and quickly looks away, embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy,” I tell her in a soft voice. “You can look, touch, stroke, suck, ride, lick, or fuck my big cock whenever you want.”

“What about shoot it off?” she asks as her hand finds her gun.

“If that’s what floats your boat. But just a warning, I can heal fast, but I can’t regrow body parts and we’re going to need it later.”

She shakes her head and laughs as she lets go of her gun.

“Just fix my arm up please,” she says with a grin. “And keep that thing away from me.”

I smile as I finish cleaning up all of her cuts and scrapes. I’m already obsessed with her. She’s the only thing I can think about.

“Can I put my clothes back on?” she asks when I’m done. “Or, is that against mate rules?”

“Do what you like,” I say as I lean back and admire her one last time before she covers up that sweet skin and those big luscious tits. “I’m still going to stare at you.”

“I still have my gun,” she warns, but this time there’s a smile on her face. I think she’s beginning to feel the pull of our bond. When I mark her neck, it will get even stronger. And when I claim her cunt, she’ll be mine for good.

“My favorite pants and shirt got shredded,” she says as she rifles through her bag. “You don’t know anything about that, do you?”

She shoots me an accusing look.

“Remember I was wearing your tent?”

“How could I forget?” she says with a laugh. “You made a tent look good.”

Was that a compliment? Maybe I’m getting to her faster than she’d like to admit.

“Well, I had tried to cover up with your clothes first,” I tell her. “They ripped on the first step.”

“Of course they did! You’re enormous!”

Her eyes drop to my cock when she says the last word.

“Come with me,” I tell her once she’s dressed. “And I’ll show you just how enormous I am.”

Chapter Seven

Madison

My eyes are glued onto Julian’s face as he cooks the huge fish he caught over the fire he built. God, he looks hot when he’s concentrating.

I wasn’t sure how it was going to go having a naked man following me, but he’s turning out to be quite useful. He’s also turning out to be great company.

He’s always making me laugh, except when he’s making me blush with the filthy vulgar things he keeps saying to me. I’m starting to like his dirty mouth.

“This fish looks luscious,” he says in a deep voice as he turns it over. “I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.”

I laugh as I watch him. “Only you could make cooking fish sound sexual.”

“I’m beside my mate,” he says as he flashes me a dark sensual look. “Everything around me is filtered through a sexual lens. I can’t help it. You’ve had my body overheating all day. Walking around in those tight jeans… fuck, Madison. You’re killing me.”

I can’t help but smile shyly as my eyes drop to the tent he’s currently pitching under my towel. I made him wear something after he bandaged me up, and we settled on my towel wrapped around his waist and tied with a pin. I’m kind of regretting it now, although I do like the way the slit rises up his strong muscular thigh.

“Oh, please,” I say with a laugh. “I’ve been hiking all day. I’m sweaty, dirty, and just plain gross.”

“I’m going to show you the real meaning of getting sweaty and dirty.”

He grins at me before turning back to our dinner. My insides are going crazy. There’s been constant waves of heat circulating through me with every growly word from him, and my heart keeps doing little flips every time those dark sensuous eyes shamelessly look me up and down.

I’ve been doing a lot of gawking and staring every time he’s focused on something other than me, which isn’t too often. This man’s body is a work of art. Sometimes I marvel at it, not understanding how it can be real.

He’s tall and broad like a football player but carved perfectly like a model. His abs are insane. I desperately want to rub my hands along the deep ridges and the intense desire got so bad on our hike this afternoon that I pretended he had a mosquito on his stomach just so I could slap it away. My hands are tingling just thinking about it.

I’m sitting on a rock, watching him work with a stunning backdrop all around us. We’re at the bottom of the mountains and there’s a small lake about a five-minute walk away from where we set up my broken tent.


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