Primal – Heathens Hollow Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
<<<<182836373839404858>87
Advertisement2


Soren reaches out to pull me closer into his chest. His heart beats steadily under my cheek, the rhythm soothing and familiar.

“And besides,” Soren adds after a few moments of shared silence, “I thought you liked Fiora?”

“I do,” I admit reluctantly, “but not more than I like us,” I add quickly.

Soren leans in and presses a soft kiss onto my forehead while rubbing soothing circles on my back—a silent reassurance that despite everything changing around us, our bond remains unbroken.

“I’ll tell you something I do know without a doubt,” he says.

I pull back and look into his eyes.

“I want you down on your knees sucking my cock,” he says with a lift of his lip.

Soren has always had a way of cutting through my worries with crude humor or unexpected bouts of tenderness. He’s always been good at knowing what I need, even when I don’t.

His fingers trail under my chin, lifting my gaze up to meet his again. His eyes are darker now, filled with desire that mirrors my own. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “Now.”

With an unspoken understanding, I drop to my knees in front of him. There’s something almost ceremonial about it, like a knight pledging his loyalty to a king. Pure submission to his dominance.

I smirk up at him, taking my sweet time unzipping his fly to reveal his arousal. His body tenses when I run my tongue along the length of him, his grip on my hair tightening.

“Don’t tease,” he growls, though there’s no real anger behind his words. “Put that cock in your mouth.”

I flash him a challenging look before obliging, wrapping my lips around him. He groans in pleasure, his fingers threading through my hair, as I set to work pleasuring him. The taste of him is both familiar and intoxicating, reminding me that though Braken and Fiora are an uncertainty in our lives, Soren is my stability. He’s my constant. Always.

Chapter 21

Braken

Warrants are so easy to fake.

All it took was a call to a contact in the Seattle Police Department and I had a document in my hands that would fool the best of detectives. Based on the conversation I had with him, the Seattle Police aren’t doing shit. You would think the murder of a Godwin’s son would spur them into action, but if anything, it’s been the opposite. There’ve been no follow-ups, no interviews, and no questioning. Hell, even the tabloids and news have stopped talking about it. Mason Godwin’s death was a blip on the radar.

That means figuring this shit out is up to me.

I walk back into T-Mobile Park with a woman named Louisa at my side. She’s been working for us for a few years now, ever since she needed money to pay off her nursing school loans. Having a nurse on call has been a godsend to mend little nicks and cuts that are a part of the job. It gets tough to explain how you got stabbed in the side during a scuffle without someone prodding for the truth. Louisa shuts up and does what she’s told, no questions asked.

That’s why I’ve chosen her to help me get that damn footage.

Matt’s in the security office, and by a stroke of luck, he’s alone when Louisa and I stroll in. Good. The fewer people who know we’re here, the better.

It’s a gamble coming here in person, but a risk I’m willing to take. I could have asked Louisa to pull tapes and bring them to me, but that would lead to a digital footprint I don’t want to mess with. It’s much easier to have Louisa flash her fake badge, give a false name, and walk out of here as just another part of a boring day.

For a nurse, Louisa is also a good actress. She has the fake Seattle PD badge on her belt and digs into her wallet to pull out the fake ID I handed her this morning.

“Sarah Collins,” she says gruffly and pulls out the warrant but doesn’t unfold it. “Got that warrant you asked for.”

I expect Matt to ask questions, but he doesn’t. He’s too busy ogling Louisa and the way her shirt clings to her curves beneath her beige blazer. Louisa is an attractive woman who looks like she stepped right out of a telenovela. Even though she looks basic with her policewoman facade, anyone would be lucky to be at her side. I’m sure her girlfriend thinks the same thing.

“All right, yeah. Um, for the fifteenth, right? You need a copy?” Matt swivels in his computer chair and begins clicking on the computer to find the right date. “I heard Janet gave you a signed baseball, Braken. Man, I’m so jealous. Those things go for a pretty penny to scalpers and Ebay sellers. Me? I’d give it to my dad. He’s got a Mariners shrine in his office. My mom hates it, though⁠—”


Advertisement3

<<<<182836373839404858>87

Advertisement4