Come for Me 2 (The Hunt #2)

Chapter Ten

Dax

T he next morning, Alaina left my bedside to handle the aftermath of the attacks on Bloodhound. It was then Sam told me everything. How long I was gone, how Alaina took on the role as queen, among other things that occurred in my absence...

One detail in particular, though, had my blood boiling, and now that I’m better, I couldn’t wait to address it.

Although practically healed, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough rest. Today was no exception. I went back to bed and slept till noon to find Alaina was still gone.

I mindlinked Sam instantly, asking where she was. Sam told me after she had gotten up at six, trained, helped aid the pack after the attack, and offered condolences, she had then readied herself in time to meet with the council, and was at the town hall, where all major pack matters are ironed out.

Although thankful to have someone to carry the load of royal duties, I cursed at one duty in particular. The council is made up of creatures stuck in their ways, incapable of evolving yet requests that everyone else mold to them and their views. I dread meeting with them but feel lighter on my way to the conference room knowing I may no longer have to tolerate them alone.

I roll my neck out, cracking it as I walk from Jemma’s, past the Hunter’s Quarter’s, to the town hall.

I’m giddy and cocky. Finally. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.

My guards stand outside the conference room with knowing grins. So have they.

“Gentlemen.” I nod to them.

They nod back. “Your Majesty.”

“Open the doors.”

They each move to grab a handle on the double wooden doors to the conference room.

“Wait.” I stop them. “ With drama.”

My men smirk, and I stand tall, smiling.

It’s time.

My men shove open the doors, and they slam against the wall, practically flying off the hinges.

Each member of the council turns toward me in their chairs. They stand at the sight of me, excluding Alaina, who sits at the head of the long table. Her authoritative presence has me drunk like a cat on catnip. I’m sick. I’m obsessed. I’m in love. I want to do horrible and disrespectful things to this queen of mine.

“You won’t stand for your king?” I growl flirtatiously to her through our mindlink.

“I’d rather kneel.” She smirks.

Outside of her eyes flashing, you’d never know I had an effect on her. My eyes drift to her smooth, tan legs as she crosses them slowly, making sure to brush one against the other.

Knowing exactly what she’s doing, I lift my eyes back to hers, raising an eyebrow.

Knowing exactly what she’s doing, I lift my eyes back to hers, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re a damn temptress,” I say to her. “You know that?”

I’m able to smell what I’m doing to her, and all it takes is a flirtatious growl and a once-over. But I’m not stupid. Alaina’s in charge here.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from a simping bitch, but I’d gladly roll over for her in a heartbeat. If it means being hers, I’d be anything. I’m just grateful she accepts me as her king.

“Your Majesty,” the council says in unison.

Already hard, I decide to get right to the point. “Gentleman, I’m glad you’re here. There’s been a change in hierarchy.”

They look at each other, confused.

“I beg your pardon?” Bill, the oldest member of the board, croaks, shaking with his cane.

He’s been around since before my father’s reign. They always seemed to get along well. Having similar outdated views and strong opinions. Ugh, this fucking guy. I was secretly hoping he died while I was gone. He’s clearly insulted by my suggestion of a change in power. Although it wasn’t a suggestion. It’s happening. Right now.

“I believe he’s talking about section eighty-one,” Alaina clarifies.

She’s correct.

She stands. “Section eighty-one states that a match of the Goddess, among the king and queen, is a divine rule in itself above all other governing authorities. Including the royal council.”

My mate just quoted the holy manual. By heart.

I’m so fucking hard right now.

A younger member of the board clears his throat. Sexual frustration builds as my hard-on is disturbed, yet again, by interruption.

“She’s technically not a queen yet,” another member says.

He’s new. And apparently stupid. She has and always will be queen, despite not having a coronation yet. The Goddess chose her Herself. And no better choice is there than her.

His words are treason.

My eyes glow. Like in a horror movie, my head slowly turns to the direction of the newest member who’s inherited the position.

“What did you just say?”

At just nineteen, inheriting such a powerful role, he seems to already have let power go to his head. He thinks this technicality of not having a coronation means he could win over the committee and force me to abdicate the throne.

A vision of him conspiring against me plays out where he is with the governing body publicly questioning her status as a queen by grasping at straws and stupidly challenging her to a fight. All of what my powers show me confirms my suspicions and validates my decision on what to do next.

He needs to die.

I sigh, walking toward the table, my hands behind my back. I grab a silver knife from its surface, inspecting its sharpness.

“Entitlement can get you into some serious trouble. Questioning my mate’s standing…” I take the cloth napkin, polishing the silverware. “Well”—I cock my head and raise an eyebrow— “it can get you seriously hurt. But even thinking about going near my mate...” Holding the silverware up to the light, I can see my glowing eyes in my reflection. “Well, that’ll get you killed.” I chuck the knife at him, and it lodges itself in his Adam’s apple.

He gurgles on his blood before slumping to the ground.

“Anyone else want to question my mate’s standing?”

Silence.

“No? Good. So...” I move closer. “Whose idea was it to suggest that my mate be mated to another in my absence?”

The quiet tapping of the old man’s cane attempting to sneak out the exit gives him away. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”

He stops.

After moving over to the chair at the other end of the table, I plop down and prop my feet on top of it, crossing one foot over the other. I then interlock my hands together and place them on my stomach.

Alaina’s wickedly deranged yet incredibly sexy mind conjures up an enticing plan of just how to torture our guest.

“Oh, my queen. You are, indeed, wicked . That’s a brilliant idea.”

Her plump lips turn up into a smile.

“Let’s let our guest decide. You have a choice.”

“You can either step down, retire, and die of natural causes or—what’s more likely—at the hands of the wrong person you’ll inevitably piss off. Or you can play the wild card and take your chances with what Alaina just showed me she intends for you. Personally, I like the wild card.” I grin.

He grits his teeth but relents, clearing his throat. “Your Majesty—”

Careful. My grin falls. I raise an eyebrow.

“Majesties . . .” Bill catches himself.

I nod, my grin returning.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed serving you both, I would like to submit my resignation and retire my post.”

You don’t say. Damn. I was really hoping he’d choose the wild card. I love seeing my dark angel at work.

Only reason I let him live is I think one dead body is enough. Two bodies might kill the mood. Plus I don’t want to waste any more time. I have a queen who needs me to serve her immediately. “We accept. You’re dismissed.”

He bows at us in silence with the exception of his cane against the wooden floor as he walks to the door.

“That’s the fastest I’ve ever seen him move,” Alaina says.

I laugh.

The meeting continues, and the entire time, they’re spouting about budget this and budget that. I don’t pay any mind to it. I’ve asked Sam through the mindlink to pay attention to it for me to review with him later.

Right now, I have my eyes on the woman across the table from me. The only woman who could distract me from duty like this, stealing my full, undivided attention. The same woman whose acceptance of me as her mate has allowed us to obtain total control over royal politics from now on as divine rulers of the wolves.

She doesn’t understand what doors she’s just opened up for us. For our pups and our grandpups.

They’ll be able to mate whomever, chosen or fated.

And the same woman who keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, seducing me with her femineity has me gripping the armrest.

“Dax,” she summons me.

My brow’s sweating as I fight to contain my wolf. She bites her lip at me, sending a soft moan through the mindlink, and I fucking lose it.

“Everyone out,” I snap. When no one moves, I boom, “NOW.”

The room brightens further as the guards open the door to the hallway, letting more light in.

Alaina stands from her chair and slowly makes her way over to me from across the room. With that sultry look in her eye.

Members scurry out the door, Sam the last to leave, closing the doors behind him.

At the click of the lock on the doors, I grab her, flattening her stomach against the table. I pull up her dress she had Sam ask staff to bring for professional occasions just like this.

Rip.

The dress tears, and my breath hitches at the sight.

“Did my mate not wear underwear in a room full of other men?”

She giggles. “Maybe . . .”

I spank her ass once, then stuff myself into her pink, glistening folds. “That’s it, take just a little more for me.” I kiss her backside.

She sticks out her ass, welcoming me in more, until I’m buried deep inside her.

“That’s my good girl. You take me so well.” I spank her ass once more. Grabbing her hips, I pull myself back, ramming into her hard, unable to be gentle.

Good thing my girl likes it rough.

As she meets me thrust for thrust, it isn’t long before she’s bucking and whining, clawing, leaving nail marks in the table. Her entrance clamps down on me. She’s close. I’m close.

A few more thrusts, and we’re both cursing. Spilling my seed inside of her.

“My queen.”

“My king.”

I push her hair off her shoulder and trail kisses across her smooth skin. “Mm... I like you like this.”

She hums at my touch. “Like what?”

“Full of my cum.”

Alaina gasps at my vulgarity, turning to face me, and ultimately pulling me out of her, I hiss at the loss of her grip on my dick.

When she’s facing me, I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her in. She giggles at our proximity.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” She tilts her head to the side, swaying with me in my arms.

“Absolutely.”

She stops swaying to stare at me.

I prop her up on the table and cage her in with my arms, burying my face in her neck, soaking in her raspberry scent. “The process of making an heir is one of the few royal responsibilities I can truthfully say I’m looking forward to.” I run my nose up her neck and to her ear. “And it’s a job I intend to be very thorough in.”

She shivers at my promise.

“I’ll have you full of my cum until you’re swollen with our pups. Your own personal stud, my own personal breeder.”

Alaina drapes her arms around my neck and gives me a cheeky smile. “You sure you want a little me running around?”

“The more the merrier.”

The truth.

She squints, not convinced. “Won’t that be too much for you?”

“Nothing about you is too much.”

Also true.

“Even with my smart mouth?”

“Even with your smart mouth.”

More truth.

She contemplates my answer by biting the inside of her bottom lip, then goes to open her mouth. “Even—”

Knowing she’s about to list all the reasons she believes someone shouldn’t love her, I cut her off at her attempt to seek more reassurance. Even though I’m bound to her, she’s still convinced I’ll leave. I know Alaina. She does this. Always pushing to see if I’ll stay. But I’ll never leave. What she finds to be the most annoying parts of herself, I find the most vulnerable and therefore the most in need of my acceptance. And she’ll always have it.

Since the moment I met her, I always knew her wolf wanted and intended to love me, that much I could see. What I couldn’t tell was whether or not she did. Despite her pushback, it was always easy to love her, what wasn’t easy was never knowing if she loved me back. Now that I know she does, her behaviors are much easier to let roll off my back.

“Especially their smart mouths, stubbornness, and bratty tendencies, which I know they’ll get from you, and I will handle them all the same.” I brush hair from her face and cup her cheeks. “Like you, they’ll test my patience, push me away when I get too close, say they hate me, and much more. And like you, I’ll love them no less than before.” I kiss her lips.

She smiles.

“Besides, I’m dying to see what happens when our daughter turns out to be just like you and gives you the same attitude you give me.”

Her face twisted into terror at the thought of our pup giving her a taste of her own medicine has me laughing with my lips against her forehead.

“One thing at a time. First, we need to get home to start planning for your coronation.”