
Alpha's sexy slayer human mate
Alice Tumusiime · Completed · 71.6k Words
Introduction
"Oh fuck!" I whimpered as his hands wrapped around my neck.
"You. Are. Mine!" Apollo growled in my ear.
I came with an orgasm, clenching Apollo tightly. Each deep thrust made me so horny, my nails raked his back so hard that blood ran down it. He groaned.
"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me."
The 55th agent, codenamed "Calypso," was born a killer, having never failed a mission and never truly loved anyone. However, her life took a dramatic turn when her boss sent her to assassinate Alpha Apollo.
In a twist of fate, Apollo proved to be more charismatic than Calypso had ever imagined. After their first passionate night together, an irresistible bond formed between them, and their connection was undeniable. Things became even more complicated when Apollo discovered that the woman sent to kill him was his fated mate.
Could his fiery passion shatter her emotional defenses and kindle love within her for the first time in her life? Or would she lead him into a realm of darkness?
Chapter 1
The glorious light of an early sunrise was streaming in through the massive open windows of my room in the New York compound. Orange and red light scattered over the already active city and the sight was beautiful. Not a cloud blocked out the sun or hid the colorful morning light.
The rays of light were bouncing and reflecting off the myriad of glass windows, making up the tall and immaculate office buildings in the city's heart. And from this height I could see the wind blowing the trees in Central Park just a few blocks away.
My palm landed against a hard redwood desk, and my stomach pressed into the cold wood, making me shiver. Two hands were shoving to keep the tight black skirt up while hard hips rammed against my ass.
"Harder.... Gods... HARDER!" I screamed. And Sixty-Two wasn't one to disappoint. His cock rammed into me deeper as he thrusted faster. His massive palm pushed my head down against the desk as he took me from behind.
"Damit Calypso, I'll break the rest of your ribs if I get any further in there," he grunted out from behind me with a shaky breath.
"Then break my ribs, Donovan. I don't care. Just fuck me," I groaned out in between each of his thrusts.
His cock was impaling me, and his heavy body was holding me against the front of his desk. My legs trembled as he pounded into my wet slit harder and faster. Just what I wanted, and just what I needed.
Nothing took the edge off after a mission better than a deep fucking. Agent Sixty-Two was my usual partner to help take that edge off. He was tall and athletic, with a slender yet muscular frame. It was easy to fall into bed with him. And the way he shot a gun would make any woman weak in the knees.
His fist wrapped around the wavy brown hair falling on the desk around my face. He used my hair to pull my head back and, in the same pull, he shoved himself deeper and harder into me. My legs were trembling against the desk, and I could feel the fire building in my core. The pressure was growing and, based on the sound of Donovan's pants and quickened movement; he was close as well.
"Jesus, Calypso, I can't hold it anymore," he grunted and slapping his hips faster against my backside.
"Don't hold back, keep going. Keep going, please," I was so close, and I needed to get this over with.
And then the pleasure built up to its highest peak, slamming into me. My pussy clenched hard around Donovan's cock and my legs shook as though they wanted to buckle beneath me. In response to my climax squeezing his cock, I could feel him twitching his release inside me. His heavy body crushing me against the desk while we took a few moments to collect ourselves.
Once his breathing returned to normal, Donovan stood up and shoved himself back into his trousers and then neatly buckled his belt. While he made sure his shirt was neatly tucked in and his suit wasn't out of place, I pulled down my black skirt and smoothed out the white blouse I wore. Feeling his release on the insides of my thighs made me smirk at him while he walked around the desk to take a seat.
Agent Sixty-Two took one last deep breath before leaning back in his chair with a charming smile. He beamed at me in his post coital bliss, relaxed and confident in the work he'd just accomplished.
"As usual, great job in the field Fifty-Five. Your mission report is beautiful, and we're proud of how you expertly handled that situation." His hazel eyes glimmered at me from across the length of his desk. "If you keep up the hard work, maybe you'll climb the ranks like I have."
"Ugh, no thanks. I don't want to get stuck behind a desk. Being off the field is making you fat and lazy. You used to fuck harder." I flashed him a grin to take the edge off.
"Ouch, you wound me," he placed his hand over his heart in mock injury.
"Yeah right," I leaned back in the chair across from him and crossed my legs, "but, seriously, you know I don't want desk work. I'll lose my mind if I get stuck with paperwork and a computer screen."
"You're right. But maybe when a Field Director spot opens up, you can try to go for that. You're one of the best that we have right now, and when the lab finishes the next batch, we'll need agents like you to teach the young ones."
"Teaching the young ones? First you offer me a boring desk, and now you want me to teach baby assassins? Oh, Sixty-Two, do you even know me?" I sighed dramatically and threw my arm over my eyes.
"We came from the same batch, Calypso. I probably know you better than anyone." There was a friendly twinkle behind his eyes, and I couldn't help but smile back at him and roll my eyes.
"Not right now. I can't accept any other position in the organization. This is literally what they made us for, and I'm damn good at it."
"No one disagrees," he stated.
"Then why ask me to do something else?" I questioned back.
"Because I know you could be so much more than just a field agent." He leaned forward and clasped his hands atop the desk.
"I enjoy being a field agent, Sixty-Two." I scrunched my brows together and faced him directly to let him know I was serious.
"I know, I know. I'm just saying. The options are there, and they're open for you." His smile was genuine, but his eyes told me he was defeated. This wasn't the first time we'd had this conversation, and I knew it wouldn't be the last.
And although I appreciated his efforts and confidence in me, I wasn't ready to give up field work. Nothing came close to the way it felt to complete a mission. The adrenaline and rush of endorphins during each moment of action.
Much like sex, nothing beat that climax in the heat of the moment.
Nothing can beat the thrill of the kill.
"Be ready for agent debriefing at 0800 hours tomorrow. For now, you're dismissed," and he flashed me a bright smile before turning to his computer. I turned to walk out of the office with a smirk on my face, knowing he was staring at my ass.
I headed back to my temporary room in the NY compound to relax for the day until tomorrow's meeting.
In the clean and stark white bathroom attached to my room, I took a long and hot bath. When I slipped off my blouse and skirt, my eyes were drawn to the dark purple and yellow bruising along my ribs. I was thankful we had magic infused healing, otherwise I might have been laid up for days with this injury.
After a hot bath, I wrapped myself up in a big fluffy robe and got comfortable in the plush bed in the middle of the room. It helped to watch the news and stay up to date with what was going on in the world. Chances were I would be given another mission in the morning and after last night's Gala at the embassy, there was bound to be something new.
I didn't get far into the news before the exhaustion of my last mission hit me like a train and before I knew it; I was passed out.
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Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
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