The Dark Thrall: Mating Olivia

Chapter1

Chapter One

Olivia

Looking around the diner, I slumped into the booth. The red leather creaked underneath me. I rested my head on the Formica tabletop, letting out a sigh.

It was a slow night and it didn’t look like I would be bringing anything home besides the few dollars the last guest had tipped me. A deep rumbling purr of two motorcycles pulling into the parking lot made me set up. I looked out the large windows, watching the two hulking men take off their helmets.

I frowned. What were dragons doing on this side of town? Sure, they liked to stop into pack territory. But the full moon was close to approaching. They should be in the mountains. Holed up with their mate, trying to help her get through her breeding cycle.

Both men stalked to the front door of the diner. The bells chimed as they stepped inside. I stood up, straightening out my black apron and smoothing my ponytail back.

The cold wind blew in the warm, rich scent of them. I sucked in a deep lungful. My wolf perked up at the smell of them. I knew that they smelled so good to try to lure in a mate. They always smelled so mouthwatering. Almost as good to me as the smell of my mate.

My wolf whined in my head at the thought of what we could never have. I closed my eyes, fighting down the pain before opening them and putting on my best customer service smile.

“Good evening, gentleman. Take a seat anywhere, I’ll get you some menus.”

Both men turned to look at me and I felt my body start to respond, my n****e tightening to hardpoints beneath my black knit sweater. They started at my feet, moving up the length of my legs, up the curves of my flared hips. To my full breasts, I knew that they couldn’t see much but it didn’t matter.

They would be able to smell me.

The blond’s lips slid into a half-smile, making him look almost hungry. His blue eyes met mine and seemed to glow for just a second.

“Evening, darling.” He said in a thick southern accent. His hair fell in messy waves around an almost boyish face.

Fuck, he looked good enough to eat. Dark tattooed runes peeking out from beneath the leather jacket he wore decorated his pale skin. I gulped hard, feeling the power of him sweep over my skin. I knew those runes. This wasn’t a beta, he was an alpha. My eyes flicked over to the man beside him, just as handsome and powerful as the blond.

His blue hair was braided back away from the sharp lines of his face. The same runes showing along the neck of his zipped-up bomber jacket along the back of his hands and knuckles. Dark eyes sparkled with interest as they moved over my face.

I straightened my back, stepping closer to them. I didn’t know what it was about them, but I could feel my wolf beneath my skin. Urging me closer to them, she had been silent since our mate had rejected us.

But these two men had pulled her out of her slump. The power of their dragon calling to her, making her want to flip over and show them her belly. She wanted to submit to them.

Hell, I wanted to submit to them just to see what it would be like to be with even one of them.

The blue-haired man bumped shoulders with the blond, tilting his head towards the booth at the back of the diner. I turned away from them, my cheeks flushed.

What was wrong with me? They were coming in for a meal; not a mating.

I was just lonely and it had been too long since I’d been with someone who wanted me. My wolf was lonely. She wanted what every wolf wanted.

A mate, a family. Someone to take care of us.

The back door of the diner crashed open, pulling me from my thoughts as Jose came in from his smoke break. He looked over the ledge to the diner, taking in the three of us.

“Liv, you okay?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, moving to the menus and grabbing two of them to take back to our guests. I walked over to their table, trying to calm my racing heart and my libido. Stupid wolf, she needed to get herself in check or we were going to get in trouble.

I didn’t need to be messing with dragons.

“What can I get you guys to drink?” I asked, handing the menus to the two dragon shifters.

“Two coffees and your name.” The blonde said, his fingers brushing mine as he took the plastic menu.

“Olivia.”

“Mmm, Olivia.” The blonde purred my name and I felt heat move up my spine. I could almost imagine how he would purr my name in the heat of the moment before ordering me to do what he wanted. Would it be to take his c**k into my mouth or his friends?

“Coffees. Got it, I, I’ll be right back.” I squeaked out, turning away from the two of them. Rushing behind the counter to the coffee maker, I tried to calm myself down. I was acting like a b***h in heat.

I couldn’t figure out which of the two of them was the alpha, but I had a sneaking suspicion that both of them were alphas in their own right. My hands shook as I grabbed two white coffee cups, sitting them on the metal counter in front of the coffee maker.

“Liv?” Cook asked. I looked over the ledge and into the kitchen at the older man. His gray eyes crinkled. “Want me to take over and you can take a break?”

“No, I need the tips,” I whispered. He nodded, leaning against the counter. Cook knew what I was going through. He had been here when my mate rejected me. Driven me home afterward, not saying anything as he helped me inside.

“I’m here if you need to take a breather. Dragons can be a bit much for anyone, especially mateless ones.”