Once An Alpha (The S Files: Paranormal Investigation Agency – Book 1) by Callie McKenna Read Free Book Online Page B

grunted with appreciation as my body swallowed up every inch of him. Our skin, coated in a light sheen of perspiration, allowed for a smooth glide as our bodies joined, and I could feel his balls slapping against my sensitive lips with each hard thrust into me. For a moment all that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping against skin from our hard, grinding contact, until he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
    “Mine.”
    With that solitary word, he knotted a hand through my hair, pulling my head to the side to reveal the curve of my neck. Everything within me heightened until all I could feel was his domineering presence all around me, and I whimpered as he kissed my neck, my body’s keen hunger for him ever growing.
    He continued to fuck me hard and forcefully until my pussy shuddered and contracted with pleasurable spasms around his cock, and he held me in place as I came, practically screaming.
    Burying himself as deep inside me as possible, his cock grew slightly and then burst as he came, hot gushes of cum coating my inner walls. As it filled me, the soothing heat overwhelmed me, and my legs shook as he pulled out and lay on his side.
    “Holy shit,” I said a moment later, catching my breath. “What a way to wake up.”
    “No shit,” he replied with a grin. “What’s the plan for today?”
    After deciding on our plan of attack for the day, we showered, dressed and then grabbed a hearty breakfast at a diner. Over coffee, eggs and crispy bacon, we grinned at each other like soppy hormonal teenagers, hardly daring to believe that what had happened the night before and again this morning was real. The best part was how natural it felt; us cracking jokes and teasing each other. No awkwardness at all.
    “We’re going to have to rename the S Files after last night,” I remarked before stretching my arms wide in a mock show of announcing something. “The Sex Files!”
    Lyndon snorted with laughter at that. “You know, I honestly thought I’d have to pop a little blue pill to satisfy you. You wouldn’t stop!” he teased.
    I threw a napkin at him.
    “Oh shut up,” I replied. “At least I didn’t have creepy-looking eyes like you did. That moonlight was really something, huh?”
    He looked at me quizzically.
    “Oh, never mind,” I continued. “Just last night the light was making your eyes look yellow. Like some sort of monster.”
    He laughed. “I’m a sex monster. So sue me.”
    We headed down to the police department, and Sheriff Mills greeted us. “Morning, Lyndon. Morning, Peyton. We got that evidence bag mailed express to your labs. They said you’ll be hearing from them in the next few days.”
    “Thanks,” Lyndon replied. “I’ll be surprised if we hear back in under a week. Those labs are always backed up like crazy. Real life ain’t like those CSI shows where stuff just gets analyzed in five seconds flat.”
    Mills chuckled and nodded. “Tell me about it. All right, have a good day, agents. Let me know if you need anything.”
    We headed to our little corner office. Lyndon hauled a stack of files off one of the shelves, and we spent the better part of the morning leafing through stacks and stacks of information related to every missing persons case the town had ever had. All tourists and hikers. None ever seen again, save for the two dead ski hikers found after the incident back in the fifties.
    Mills popped his head in at around one P.M. “Forgot to tell you. While our files only date back around sixty years, you should know that disappearances weren’t uncommon before that. It just wasn’t documented properly. But we’ve had people vanish from those mountains as far back as the late 1800’s, according to town lore anyway. Might benefit you to talk to a few locals.”
    We nodded and thanked him, and I made a mental note to do just what he said. It was a good idea, and it would help us get a better feel for the town. Its history. Its locals. Any town legends. The works.
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