Erica Hale Novels & Stories

He didn’t know what the hell Ella had gotten tangled in, but this… this was beyond human danger. He waited until she was fully distracted in the shower before slipping out of the house, grabbing his truck keys from the hook by the door. He drove straight toward the mountain road, the one Ella had told him never to take unless it was an emergency. This is an emergency. The log cabins' lights glowed through the trees as he pulled up. Guards gathered when he stepped out, but he lifted his hands. “My name is Eric Hale,” he said, voice steady despite the unease in his gut. “I’m here to see Kira. Tell her it’s about her Alpha and my sister.”

I’ll have to go outside the room to get that. I also have to shortlist possible new bakery employees, so I head back out to the part of the mansion we live in. All this walking will definitely get my daily step count in. That’s when my personal phone buzzes in my pocket. Unknown number. I frown and answer. I’m always wary it might be someone wanting an interview or appearance. “This is Serena Hale.” A woman’s voice. “Mrs. Hale, this is Nurse Callahan at Westfield Private. We met the other day with Baby Blake. I’m sorry to trouble you. I understand Mr. Hale is currently overseas and we’ve been trying to reach him about Baby Blake.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing tight, and began to suck with a rhythmic, desperate intensity. Then, I heard it. A low, guttural moan broke from Professor Hale’s lips. It wasn't the composed, authoritative voice he used in the lecture hall; it was a raw, erotic sound of pure surrender. He let out a shaky breath, his hips beginning to twitch involuntarily against my mouth. "Fuck... Nathan..." he groaned, his voice cracking.