Free Hunted Down by His Alpha by C.J. Colton

writhing on my bed, your skin flushed and eyes nearly blue and glazed with need.” He crooked his fingers in me, brushing over my prostate and making me melt, before withdrawing his fingers and drinking me in with dark, hooded eyes.
    “Not irresistible enough if you’re still talking and your dick isn’t anywhere near in me,” I huffed as I lifted my leg and hooked it around his waist, trying to pull him to me. He was damn unmovable.
    Hayden grinned before reaching over to lift my leg and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. I shivered at his proximity to my straining cock.
    “So impatient,” he admonished gruffly before hooking both my knees over his shoulders and dragging me down the bed.
    I sighed, wriggling and grinning as I felt the leaking tip of his cock nudge at my hole. “I want you, Hayden,” I said softly, the plea unmistakable in my voice.
    With a groan, Hayden pressed forward and sank into my body, opening me up until he was buried to the hilt. We both moaned as he rocked against me, giving me a moment to get accustomed to his thick girth and long length before starting to move. His green eyes never left mine as he began to fuck me, slow and deliberate, every thrust of his body claiming me and locking tighter the bond between us. He leaned forward, nearly bending me in half as he braced his hands on either side of me and pressed a kiss against my mouth. His thrusts sped up, his brow furrowing as he pounded harder and faster into me and then I was clinging to him and crying his name as I came hard and felt my world splinter apart. I felt Hayden join me, his body pumping into mine and filling it with his seed, marking me.
    When everything came back together, I was laying in Hayden’s arms, limp and sated as he held me like I was something all too precious.
    We lay like that for several moments, my head nestled on his arm and face buried in the curve of his neck, the silence between us comfortable.
    “What happened to me five years ago, Hayden?” I asked, breaking the quiet. I wanted to know now, wanted to start piecing back together the fragments of my past.
    Hayden’s arm, wrapped over my waist, tightened and he rubbed his cheek against my hair. When he answered his voice was soft and strained. “I don’t really know. I was out, in the city, that day. When I returned, the house you were living in with Michael was already burning to the ground, and there was nothing but—”
    “Michael?” I pulled back and frowned as I looked up at Hayden. “Michael was a werewolf?”
    It was Hayden’s turn to frown. “You remember Michael?”
    I reeled as shock tore through me. “He was old with black longish hair and light blue eyes? Had a scar above his left eyebrow?”
    I didn’t even wince as Hayden’s hand suddenly gripped down tight on my arm, his eyes wide. “How do you remember Michael?”
    I shook my head as the last five years rocked over me. “I lived with him up to a year ago.”

 
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
     
    Hayden
     
     
    I saw Tobias wince and quickly released my death grip on his arm at the realization I was hurting him. I absently rubbed at the red marks I’d left as my eyes searched his. What the hell was happening? Shock and confusion ran through me as Tobias’s words nearly felled me.
    “How’s that possible? Michael died in the fire. We buried him.” I realized I was growling and tried to reign it back in. I didn’t want to frighten my mate and his face was already pale enough to have me worried and yelling at myself.
    “No, Mi—Michael died nearly a year ago. From a heart attack,” he was frowning and starting to shiver and I bit off a curse as I pulled him to me and rubbed his back.
    “Tell me your earliest memory.”
    He seemed to gather himself and take strength from being in my arms. “It’s blurry and hazy, but I remember waking up, bandaged and in pain. Michael was in a chair next to me and he looked even worse than I felt. He’d been taking care of me, he said.