Pulled to the Alpha

3

I take a deep breath, push down those unhelpful thoughts, and step out of the car, right into a pile of snow.

“s**t!” I say as I slam the door closed. Why couldn’t they have last been spotted in Hawaii?

My pulse starts racing as I walk toward the fire station. I’ve learned to follow my gut over the years and it’s almost pulling me to the place.

I walk in, kick the snow off my boots, and immediately look up at the ceiling. The glass roof is gone, obviously. I see they replaced it with steel instead. Maybe in case they’re expecting Sperling to come back?

I have a million questions for these guys. Why was he here? Why were they fighting? But most of all, how the hell did they not die? What are these guys that they can send a vicious bloodthirsty dragon packing with his tail between his legs?

“Hello,” a good-looking fireman says as he walks over to greet me. He’s got blond hair and blue eyes and a body that looks like it could bench press a dragon. “Can I help you?”

I narrow my eyes and put on my best b***h face. It can be hard being a woman in the FBI, but acting intimidating usually gets the best result.

“Are you here to buy a calendar?” he asks as he glances around. “Because I think we’re all sold out.”

“A calendar?” I hiss in an I’m-not-freaking-amused voice. “No. I’m from the FBI.”

I flash him my badge and his Adam’s apple does a little jump as he swallows.

“What’s your name?”

“Westin.”

“Well, Westin. I have some questions for you. Were you here the night that Sperling Kirk’s dragon burst through the roof?”

His face stills as he stares at me, suddenly realizing that I’m here for a lot more than a calendar (although I really wouldn’t mind getting one of those too).

“You better talk to the Chief,” he finally says with a shake in his voice.

“I guess I should,” I say in a firm voice. “Where is he?”

“In his office,” he says as he runs a nervous hand through his blond hair. “In the back.”

“I’ll take you there,” he says.

“No. I’ll go by myself. I want to take a look around first.”

And I want to catch him by surprise. It’s a lot easier to get answers when you’re talking to someone who’s on their heels and caught off guard.

I walk past the truck, careful to step around the gear that’s placed on the floor, ready to jump into at the sound of a bell.

For some reason, my nerve endings start tingling as I walk to the office in the back. The air feels electric as I get closer. I must be close to what I’ve been looking for. For what I’ve always wanted. I’m close to finding my man. Sperling Kirk. That asshole is going to be behind bars. Him and his two evil brothers.

I peek into the office, but I’m not prepared for what I see.

Sitting at the desk is the most alluring man I’ve ever laid eyes on. The guy outside, Westin, was hot, but this guy is scorching.

The silver fox has salt and pepper hair and a gorgeous face that’s concentrated on the paper in front of him as he scribbles something furiously onto it. I take a few seconds to quickly look him over from his mouthwatering forearms to his broad shoulders that I would like to take a ride on.

I’ve always been more attracted to older guys, but never like this. My heart is pounding. My palms are sweating. I’ve never craved wanting to touch or be touched by another person before. Not like this.

I’m thirty-three but I haven’t dated much. I haven’t done much of anything actually. I’m still a virgin and have barely even kissed another man before. I’ve been focused on work and that’s it.

But something about this man is pulling me toward him. I get an irresistible urge to strut into his office, sit on his lap, kiss him on the lips, and then see what happens next.

Instead, I swallow hard, trying to get back into FBI mode, and straighten my back. This is not the time for whatever the hell this is. I have to stay professional even if my knees are buckling. I have to stay focused even if I can only focus on that massive chest and those big round arms. And I have to stay firm even if I feel like my whole body is turning into jelly.

His face twitches and he starts coughing. He grabs a glass of water off his desk and downs the entire thing, but it doesn’t stop him from choking out a dry cough after.

I’m standing in the shadows like a creeper getting off on watching this guy in a coughing fit. Every time he coughs, his big muscles ripple and tighten. He’s so f*****g hot.

I try to ignore the heat flowing through me and settling between my legs as I gather my thoughts. But the only thoughts coming to me are erotic and dirty.

I want to be on his desk with my clothes on the floor, watching as he steps between my spread legs and introduces me to his fire pole.

No. Not happening. Kirk brothers. Sperling. Aylwin. Reginald. Your life’s work. Focus.

Bad guys off the street. Deadly dragons. Big sexy biceps. Those lips…

“Oh, f**k it,” I mutter as I just start walking forward.