Alpha Gray by C.J. Primer

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Gray

I almost take Brock’s head off when he fills me in on everything that happened last night. I was alerted that the rogue was back right after he was spotted, but he conveniently left out the part about Fallon being attacked. Probably because he knew I’d rage out, and I guess he thought that was better left to after we set a plan in motion to track down the rogue.

We still haven’t found him, which makes matters even worse. That just means the threat’s still out there, lurking, and could reappear at any time. I’ve got my best guys out there trying to track him down, but so far, I haven’t heard anything.

I’m on edge, ready to explode at any moment. We need to get this rogue situation handled, and we aren’t going to do that by sitting around and waiting for him to attack again. If we don’t wind up finding him today, we’ll need to regroup, get a new plan in motion. For that, we’ll need Fallon.

A knock comes at my office door, and I know it’s her before I even call to her to come in. My wolf picked up on her presence as soon as she hit the hallway.

She pulls the door open, looking like a fucking dream in a tight little tank top and those sky blue shorts of hers. I’m instantly hard, my dick punching against my jeans. Her hair’s back in a ponytail as always and she fiddles with the end of it over her shoulder as she stands in the doorway of my office.

“You wanted to see me?”

I push my chair out from my desk, rising to my feet. “Come in,” I say, running a hand through my disheveled hair. I step out from around my desk. “Close the door behind you.”

Fallon’s eyes shoot daggers through me. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

My dick twitches at her suggestion. I don’t respond, just fold my arms across my chest, waiting for her to comply.

“How’s your shoulder?” I ask as Fallon presses the door closed. She spins back around to face me.

“All good.”

“You sure?” I visually examine her bare shoulders, but I don’t see so much as a scratch on either one.

Fallon rolls her eyes. “You do know I’m a shifter, right?”

There’s that smartass attitude again. Guess the rogue attack left both her body and her sarcasm intact.

I come around the front of my desk, leaning back against it and gesturing to a chair in front of me. “Take a seat.”

“I’d rather stand,” Fallon replies, folding her arms and reclining against the door.

I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck with a hand. Is she trying to provoke me by copping an attitude?

Keep it together, Gray.

“Look, I heard about what happened last night,” I say. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, and even more sorry that we haven’t caught the rogue yet. We’ll catch him, but we’re gonna need your help.”

Fallon’s mood immediately shifts- she drops her arms and pushes off of the door, standing at attention. She may be pissed at me, but her impulse to assist the squad in catching the rogue overrides it. “Yeah, of course. How can I help?”

I gesture to the chair in front of me again, and this time, she walks over and sinks down into it. God, she smells so fucking good. I already feel a little scrambled being in her proximity, so I head around to the opposite side of my desk, putting the necessary space between us for me to think straight. I take a seat and slide forward, leaning my elbows onto the wood surface of the desktop.

“You’re the only one who has gotten close to him. What do you remember? Did anything jump out to you about the way he looked, the way he smelled?”

Fallon tilts her head and looks up at the ceiling, chewing on her lip as she thinks. Her contemplative pose is cute as hell.

“He smelled really bad,” she begins, wrinkling her nose. “Like… sour garbage. It was really overwhelming. His wolf was silver, and he was dirty, feral looking…”

She leans back in her chair and raises a hand to her chin, thinking again. Then her eyes widen, as if she’s recalled something important.

“He had a scar,” she says, leaning forward. “It was up over his eye.” She gestures to her own forehead in a slashing motion.

With our shifter healing, scars are extremely rare. You basically have to be beaten within an inch of your life to carry a scar- be so close to death that your shifter healing can’t catch up.

“That’s helpful. Thank you.” I’ll have to call up the alphas from the other packs in the state to ask if they’ve ever encountered this guy before. Maybe he was exiled from one of their packs, and if we can confirm who he is, we may have better luck finding leads to track him down.

I push my chair back, rising to my feet again. “Well, that’s all I need for now,” I breathe.

Fallon cocks an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

She’s definitely trying to provoke me.

“I already told you this has to stay professional,” I grumble.

She darts her eyes away from me, but not before I catch the pained look in them.

Fuck.

I make my way to the door, setting my hand on the knob before I turn back to her.

“Look, I just think it’s best…” I start, but Fallon waves me off as she rises to stand.

“I know, I know.” She steps around the chair and walks to the door, stopping and peering up at me as I stand in front of it. “You gonna let me leave?” she asks.

I don’t want her to leave, not really. My wolf surges to the surface, at war with my human side. I just stare back at her.

My hand’s on the doorknob, and I should turn it, pull the door open. Instead, I click the lock.

I hear her draw a short gasp, but before she can respond I’m on her, covering her mouth with mine. She starts to push me away at first, but then I feel her giving in, her body relaxing, her lips parting. I devour her kiss like a starving man, my need for her insatiable. I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her in and her body crashes against mine, the contact of our skin sending a wave of explosive heat through my body.

Mine.

I spin her around, pinning her between myself and the door as my hands start roaming her beautiful body. I pull at her tank top, breaking my kiss to yank it off over her head. Her gorgeous tits are on full display for me, an appreciative growl starting in my chest as I reach out with both hands, roughly kneading them. They’re a perfect handful, with pert little peach-tipped nipples. Fucking perfect, just like her.

Fallon starts clawing at my shirt and I reach backwards over my head to tear it off, tossing it to the floor. She touches me, scoring the front of my chest with her fingernails, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. The scent of her arousal floods my nose as she leans forward, planting little kisses on my chest with those plush lips of hers.

I should stop this, but I’m frenzied with need, incapable of rational thought. Especially when her hands cruise down to work open the button on my pants and she starts to sink to her knees.

Holy fuck. Am I dreaming right now?

She starts to struggle with the zipper of my jeans and I’m quick to help her, yanking my pants down and freeing my erection. She draws a short gasp as it bobs in front of her and tips her head up to look at me. Her big blue eyes are clouded with lust and I’m a fucking goner.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I growl, fisting my cock.

She looks from my dick back up to my eyes shyly, nodding. She’s never been this forward with me before, but she’s also playing it coquettish. I know she’s just putting on an act at being sweet and submissive, but it’s fucking working; my dick is rock hard for her. Her sweet little expression and the way she licks her lips almost makes me come right there. I lean forward, slowly pressing the head of my dick to her pillowy lips. They immediately part to accept it and she braces herself with her hands on my thighs, leaning forward to take my full length into her hot little mouth.

It feels incredible. I’m already on the verge of blowing my load, but I focus hard on holding back; I want this to last. She starts sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, sucking my cock like a goddamn pro. “Fuck,” I moan, pressing my eyes closed and throwing my head back, letting her drive while I revel in the sensation of her mouth on me.

I’m delirious with lust. I reach down for Fallon’s ponytail, wrapping it around my hand, living out the fantasy that I’ve had since the first time I laid eyes on her. I hold her head in place and start fucking her mouth, it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, Fallon!” I roar as I pump in and out. She looks up at me and the sight of those big blue eyes and her mouth wrapped around my dick sends me careening over the edge.

“I’m… gonna…” I pant, but Fallon doesn’t stop, she just keeps her eyes trained on me, her mouth on me. I crash over the edge, exploding in the most intense orgasm of my life, and she wraps a hand around my cock, milking every drop of my cum into that perfect mouth of hers.

It takes me a second to catch my breath.

“Damn, baby, that was fucking incredible,” I murmur as she rises to her feet in front of me.

I should be satiated, but I need more of her, all of her. I pull her body roughly into mine, crushing my lips over hers. She makes the cutest little surprised moan, then kisses me back hungrily, wrapping her arms around my neck. Fuck, my dick’s already getting hard for her again.

I scoop my arms under her ass, lifting her up, and her long legs immediately part to wrap around my waist.  I nearly trip over my jeans as I step out of them and carry her over to the desk, setting her on the edge and trailing my hands up her thighs to the waistband of her shorts, tugging at them. She leans back on her elbows and lifts her butt off of the desk to allow me to peel her shorts off, and her panties come off with them. She’s completely naked, on full display for me, and she’s so fucking beautiful I can hardly take it.

I could stand here staring at her body all day, but I don’t waste another moment- I need to have her, please her, be with her. I wrap my arms around her thighs and dive forward, licking into her sweet little pussy. Fallon screams in pleasure, arching her back off of the desk as I trace circles around her clit with my tongue, tasting her, teasing her. She claws at my head, burying her fingers in my hair and tugging. I can tell she’s already close to the edge, but I want to be inside her when she teeters over it.

I give her clit one last flick with my tongue, then stand up, wrapping an arm under her waist to pull her closer to me. I fist my dick with my other hand, pressing the head to her entrance.

I’m a fraction of a second from plunging into her wet heat when a knock comes at the door, startling both of us. We freeze.

“Go away!” I bark, staring down at Fallon and drawing ragged breaths. She’s a fucking angel, naked and wild and ready. I have to have her.

Another knock. “It’s urgent!” comes a voice on the other side of the door.

Fuck.

Fallon wriggles out of my grasp, kicking me away so she can stand. She draws a hand up to her chest to cover her breasts as she starts frantically searching the floor for her clothes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Just a minute!” I call, tossing Fallon’s shorts to her as I start looking for my own clothes. We both dress quickly and I run a hand through my hair to smooth it back.

Fallon’s looking nervously at the door, but before I open it, I stalk back over to her, grabbing her face with both of my hands and pressing a kiss to her lips. When I pull back, she looks a little dazed, and I smile. Even disheveled, she’s stunning.

I head to the door and yank it open.

“We got him!” Jax says excitedly as he walks right in. “He put up a hell of a fight, but…” he trails off when he sees Fallon standing there, throwing his eyes open in surprise and turning back to me. “Oh! I, uh…” Jax stutters, and the corners of his mouth tip up into a knowing grin. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were… in a meeting.”

I wish Jax would wipe that dumbass smirk off of his face. I glance over at Fallon to see that a deep blush has formed on her cheeks.

I clear my throat. “Fallon was filling me in on what she knew about the rogue,” I say. “But from the sound of it, that information is no longer relevant.”

“I should go,” Fallon pipes up, and she can’t get out of my office fast enough, breezing past Jax and me and heading out the door.

Jax chuckles, shaking his head.

I’m still annoyed by his interruption, but I can’t help but crack a smile. “Don’t even say it,” I growl, holding up a hand.

“Hey, good for you, man,” Jax replies, still chuckling. “I was rooting for you guys.”

I roll my eyes. “Get out.” I shove Jax toward the door.

He continues laughing on his way out. “Well c’mon, the guys’ll be back any minute and we have to debrief about this whole rogue situation.”

“Fine,” I sigh, following him out of my office. I pull the door closed, locking it, then turn back to Jax.

“Oh, and Gray?”

“Hm?” I ask.

Jax winks. “Your fly’s down.”