Free Claiming His Prize (Bad Boy Alphas) (Feral Breed Followings Book 2) by Ellis Leigh Page B

said, almost to himself. “He made a deal with me. If he doesn’t, or if he steps out of line, well…we have firepower.”
    I shook my head and sighed. Firepower. Right. “Get a flare gun.”
    “What?”
    “All the bullets in the world won’t stop him. Find a flare gun and keep it on you.”
    Mick didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and headed for the entrance to The Pack House. The door slammed behind him, the sound practically reverberating in my chest. He was insane. There was no way bringing Saern into the ring would solve anything, let alone letting him fight. I’d been slowly healing his wing, taking my time and not advancing his care to keep him out of here. But, apparently, my time was up. As was Tidal’s.
    Piers. His name is Piers.
    I shivered as the reality of the situation wove through me. Piers and Saern were going to fight, and I couldn’t stop it. If I opened my mouth, my father died. If I didn’t, Piers likely would. I was trapped.
    Tomorrow would be bad. No, horrible. Tomorrow could very well be the worst day of my career at The Pack House, and I didn’t want to participate. I wanted to run. But that would mean leaving my father behind for Mick to do with as he pleased, and I couldn’t have that. It would also mean leaving Piers here to fight without his knowing what was coming, something else I refused to do. The wily dragon had gotten under my skin, and I had feelings for him. Deep feelings. More-than-friend type feelings.
    “Shit.” I kicked the ground, letting my thoughts spin, trying to work out a plan. Mick’s moratorium on telling the truth was my Achilles’s heel. If I told and he found out, he’d kill Piers. Or worse, my dad. If I didn’t tell, Saern would kill Piers. Either way, I was pretty sure I was dead—whether from a wolf or a crazed dragon was yet to be determined. Not that Piers’ dragon was that much safer. Though I hadn’t seen him yet. Hadn’t been introduced to his other side. He may not be as scary as Saern, or he may have terrified me. Guess I’d never find out.
    I kicked the ground again. Frustrated and completely unsure of what to do.
    “What’d that dirt ever do to you?”
    I was in motion before I could blink, racing toward the man I’d been craving. Piers stood twenty feet away, tall and dark and so damned perfect, I couldn’t resist any longer. I never even slowed, simply ran right into him. Confident he’d catch me.
    And catch me he did.
    His hands slid immediately to my ass, holding me up as I jumped at him. As I once again wrapped my legs around his hips. My lips met his in a fiery kiss. Teeth and tongues mashed, hands slid under clothes, and within seconds, I found myself with my back against a tree and a very hard Piers between my knees.
    “Jane, what—”
    “Please,” I hissed, biting his neck, giving in to the desire taking me over. “Please just be with me. Want me.”
    “Fuck, Doc.” Piers growled and pressed his arousal against me, making me shiver. “I want you. Of course I fucking want you.”
    “Then take me.”
    Piers didn’t wait for more. He raced through the trees, carrying me deeper into the forest and away from The Pack House. When he found what must have been the perfect spot for him to hide us, he pushed me up against a tree trunk and attacked. He had my pants undone and around my ankles in a breath, had my panties torn off in the next. I rocked and kissed and bit, trying to get closer, trying to take a part of him into me. Wanting to get all of him.
    With one hand under my ass, he lifted me, his other fumbling with his shorts. Pushing them down his legs. His skin was cold but warming quickly, his movements jerky and rushed. But then he was free, and skin met skin. Wet and swollen against hard and velvety. I rocked my hips against him, cursing under my breath. Spreading my wetness from base to tip.
    “Fuck, Doc. You sure?” His words came out on gasps, his desire plain. His lust a tangible thing. I nodded and pulled him