Burning Up (Honey Pot Alphas #1) Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Honey Pot Alphas Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
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“Hello, Parker.” I almost drop my purse as his deep voice wraps around me. “I wanted to check on you and see how your first day of school went.”

“Oh.” I throw my things into the passenger seat before sitting down and closing my door. “I survived.” That’s all I can say about it.

“That sounds bad.” I watch as the school principal walks past my car and gives me a little wave. “Is everything okay?” Ick. My boss gives me the creeps.

I wave back at Mr. Strickland before answering Asher. “Yes. It was just the first day of school and the kids were a little rowdy.” And I’m exhausted. Since my older car doesn’t have Bluetooth, I need to finish up this call before I head out. “Why are you calling?” I almost smack my forehead as the rude question flies past my lips. I’ve been hangry since last period, and my empty stomach is talking for me.

“I wanted to invite you to dinner.” He doesn’t seem to mind my directness. “You can vent all your first-day frustrations to me.”

A little voice in the back of my mind warns me that I’ll never be the same if I accept his invitation, but I ignore it and jump in with both feet.

CHAPTER 3

Asher

“I’d love to have dinner with you.” Her sweet voice flows over me, and I hold my phone away from my ear to stare down at it, wondering if I heard her correctly. “You might be sorry you offered though; I have a lot of frustration to vent.” I was already preparing my arguments in case she refused, but my mate surprises the hell out of me and agrees to a date. Then her next words erase the jubilation. “But I can’t do it tonight. I have so much to do before tomorrow if I’m going to survive another day teaching third grade.”

Just kidnap her and take her to your den. I ignore my impatient bear’s insane suggestion and ask my mate, “What night works best for you?” I leave the decision up to her, knowing I’ll make it work.

“Are you free on Friday night?” she asks, and my heart squeezes in my chest at the thought of waiting three more days before I see her.

“I am.” I’m not, but I’ll find someone to trade shifts with me or I’ll call in. “What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“I can be ready at seven.”

“I’ll see you then,” I tell her while my mind whirls, attempting to find a way to see her before Friday.

“Okay,” she tells me and hangs up.

I spend the rest of the evening texting every motherfucker who owes me favors, trying to find someone to switch shifts with me. Warrick finally agrees after I promise to make him our first child’s godfather.

Later that night, I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for half the fucking night with a rock-hard cock while fantasizing about my mate. My bear’s grouchiness isn’t helping the situation. Nothing is going to help until you put your mark on her neck, he growls. Needing to get control of myself and my bear, I roll out of bed and head for the shower, hoping a cold shower will help me.

I turn the water all the way to frigid as fuck and step under the spray. The ice-cold water has very little effect on my hard cock. After grabbing the bottle of shower gel and pouring a handful, I wrap my hand around my erection and close my eyes. Visions of my mate’s gorgeous curves fill my mind as I stroke my cock.

Behind my closed eyelids, I picture Parker’s luscious pink-tipped tits bouncing as she rides my cock. Between the visions dancing through my mind and my hard strokes, it doesn’t take long for me to come while growling my mate’s name. Exhaustion runs through my body, and I realize the shower self-love session did nothing to help my situation. When my bear grumbles, I fucking told you so, I mentally flip off the fucker and lean back against the cool marble, drawing several deep breaths.

Since everything else has failed, I decide to take a run around my property, hoping the late-night exercise will help.

I nearly lose my mind as the rest of the week slowly passes. Since my heart isn’t in my job right now, I convince the chief to let me take a vacation for the rest of the week. Warrick is a little pissed because he ends up having to work his original shift and my Friday shift, but the asshole will just have to get over it.

I’ve spent the last few evenings roaming my mate’s property, making sure everything is secure and she’s safe before heading home for a little self-love and a long run. My bear gave up trying to convince me to kidnap Parker and started giving me the silent treatment.


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