Racing The Alpha (Dirt Track Dogs #1) by P. Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

the back of her mind, she knew she should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. All she could think of was satisfying the hot throbbing between her legs. Drake’s scent wrapped all around, cocooning her in the most delicious and seductive essence she’d ever encountered.
    Mine .
    She frowned. Hers? What the hell was she thinking? Why did she feel this way?
    Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to find an ounce of relief for the tingling. She ground her ass against Drake’s front, but it did nothing for it. She was… god, she was horny as all hell.
    A whimper escaped as she lifted the hair off the back of her neck in an effort to cool down.
    “Ella?” Drake sounded baffled but all she could manage as a response was another moan. Thank god, he couldn’t see her face. She’d be ashamed later.
    Drake’s hands tightened on her waist, and that’s when she realized just how vigorously she’d been grinding against him. It was worse than a dance club move and without the electronic music to accompany it.
    Drake’s hand slipped under the front of her shirt to caress the skin of her belly. Yessss . Yes, she needed more of that. More touching. More rubbing. More of him. He was hers and she needed him now .
    The warmth of his breath skated across her cheek and neck causing the fire inside her to flare hotter. He drew in a deep hungry breath that had her groaning even louder. Why the hell was it so hot when he sniffed her? What were they, animals?
    Drake went rigid against her back. “Oh… shiiiit . Oh , shit . Baby, we need to get you up to your room. Now .”
    Ella turned in his arms, pressing her willing body against his. She didn’t want to go anywhere. She wanted… dear god, she wanted him to take her right here in this dusty shop. She wanted to feel his body deep inside her.
    She leaned closer, drawing in a deep breath. He smelled so damn good. Someone should bottle that up so she could rub it all over her body. It’d be her new favorite perfume.
    “Let’s stay here,” she purred. It didn’t sound like her, but she liked it. That deep, throaty voice was sexy. And it was coming from her. Win! “I want you,” she said, boldly meeting his gaze.
    His eyes flared and he licked his lips.
    Hmm . His lips.
    “Oh, baby,” he rasped. “I want you too. More than you know. But if we don’t get you out of here fast, we’re going to have trouble.”
    She ran her palm up his torso feeling the strength of his muscles beneath the soft cotton of his shirt. “It’s ok—”
    “Listen to me, Ella. You’re not yourself right now. You’re feeling strange, right? There’s a reason for it.”
    She frowned. She was feeling strange, but she was fine. Really, really turned on, that was all.
    “Let me get you upstairs so we can talk… in private.”
    Upstairs had an air conditioner. Some cool air would do her some good.
    Before she could agree, the door to the shop burst open and Beast stalked in looking bewildered and angry all at the same time. Diz and Surge were right behind him. She expected a friendly wink from Surge but instead, his eyes were wide with… fear?
    Suddenly the air changed in the room. Instead of sultry, it became tense.
    Drake moved to stand in front of her, shielding her from the others.
    “Stay back,” he warned. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Right now, in this moment, she wouldn’t want to cross him.
    Apparently the others agreed since they didn’t take another step.
    Beast glared at Drake. “She hasn’t been claimed.”
    “I don’t give a fuck,” Drake barked. “If any of you touch her, I’ll gut you.”
    A growl pealed through the room making Ella flinch. It came from Beast.
    “I think what Beast is trying to say is…” Surge drew in a deep, shaking breath, and a glazed look fell across his face. “Our animals have scented her heat and they don’t give a flying fuck that she’s yours.”
    Diz nodded, his hands clenching to fists.
    Shit. What was happening here?