Chapter 33
Chapter
Thirty-Three
King is everywhere. His bourbon scent is mind-blowingly distracting, and his Alpha presence is even more pronounced today. It wraps around me as much as his arms do. I adore the way he’s trying to drown me in himself, but I know he’s holding back.
Closing my teeth gently over the very tip of his tongue, I bring a pause to our delicious make out session. Reluctantly. Because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than lost in his yummy kisses and floating in his love, and the nest he’s supposedly made me. But—and it’s a big but—I selfishly want all his attention considering we’re here to finally pack. And right now, I don’t have it, not even close.
“King.” I kiss his lips quickly, softening what he’d read as rejection. “You’re not really here.” I don’t mean to sound demanding, but an eyebrow pops up in challenge sending him mixed signals. “You’re not your usual ‘I gotta fuck you ’cause I can’t breathe self’ is all.”
He glares at me. Well, more accurately he glares at the situation we’ve found ourselves in because the way he wraps his hands around my face screams sweet proprietorship. After a few minutes staring in my eyes and calming down after a sudden swamp of fury at what I said he speaks. “I’ve kept you waiting for so fucking long, killer, I wanted everything perfect.”
“Perfect is when we’re together…I’m with you and that’s good for me.” I shrug.
He growls as his mood dips again. “Yeah, but we’ve got uninvited guests.”
“Right?” I laugh, my fingers scratching over his jaw as he keeps biting it in frustration, “How the hell did that happen?”
“Wish I knew. I booked the place online, got a confirmation text and sent it to you.”
He looks tired and I trace the proof of his stress under his eyes, and as much as I want my heat with him and his bites on every part of me, it’s not the right time.
“Let me out,” I say, pushing a hand against his chest to get him to move.
“What are you doing?” he asks roughly, refusing to budge. “I see you making fucking decisions, Tris, and they should involve me too.”
“Yeah, but you’ll say you’re fine.”
“I am,” he snaps.
I rub his chest. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
I glance away from him for a second because whenever I look at King in the eyes, I also lose track of time and what I was going to say. “Don’t get pissed at me, but I want us to delay whatever amazing plans you had for me tonight.”
“No!”
“One night, King. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Why do you need one night then if it’s only ‘one night’,” he mimics, being a bit of a cunt.
“Because you and I will always be tight. From the day we met we both knew it. Your bite on my throat is something I want, not something I need. But right now, what I need is to just hang out, maybe a lazy fuck in front of the open fire while you feed me peeled grapes.”
He squints at me, a tiny smile on his lips. “How you know I got you grapes?”
“Because you would have done everything in your power to make this special.”
“So, we do this now.”
“No.”
“Give me a good reason,” he demands.
And at that exact moment, one of their bikes fires up, and a second or so later, Maverick tears off up the road I came in on. As he rides past, he looks at me and lets me know he’ll call me.
“That’s one reason,” I say once we’ve both watched Maverick disappear. “Reason two and three are lurking around here somewhere. Want me to go on? Because I can. The other things bubbling in my head are I want to hear about how Joker is, and then I want to watch you sleep, maybe even suck your cock while you’re out for a few hours.”
“How the fuck you think I’m going to sleep now!” he jokes but it falls flat because he can’t hide a tease of relief that saturates the space.
“We can do twenty-four hours, right…”
“And your heat?”
“A couple of tabs and I’ll be good.”
“They make you sick, killer, and that eats me.”
“Well, how about you eat me, while I eat those grapes you had and voila, problem solved,” I laugh before sobering up. “You know I’m right.”
He closes his eyes and I give him the time without pushing. I’ll save that for if I think I’m going to lose our not really argument. It takes him less time to agree than I thought possible.
“Killer, I’m pretty sure I don’t tell you enough how much I love you,” he says, being strangely sentimental.
King isn’t one of those Alphas who’s afraid of his feelings, but he definitely doesn’t write me poems or send roses. I get his love in so many other ways.
“Yeah? How much?” I tease him as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him close again.
“Too fucking much. Go get your tabs before I change your mind by obliterating your senses.”
“Look, I already said we’re fucking later.”
He chuckles before licking his way into my mouth and for a few minutes I very nearly do think about saying ‘nah fuck it’. My body gets on board with the thoughts of him claiming, me my core throbbing as I grind myself against him shamelessly.
Honestly, a few wicked kisses and I’d be coming, instead I undo my ankles and let my legs fall from his waist, and he takes a step back.
“King,” I gasp, my eyes devouring his tented hard-on, “You got grey sweats for me?”
“’Course I fucking did. No offence but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure you wouldn’t be dressing me in your designer shit.”
I hop off the railing. “You gut me. I stopped at Walmart, thank you very much.”
I totally didn’t. I shopped online and blew an inordinate amount of money on sweatpants in all the colours of a black and white rainbow. Although I think these might be firm favourites, they hug his thighs so well and hang low on his hips.
Which reminds me. “What’s the go with this?” I say, tracing my name on a very pretty shield placed in the junction of the Fallen wings and logo. How he got it to work is proof of his talented tattooist.
“I figured I couldn’t ink up my knot or cock since I’d need ’em and up here you get the reminder who you belong to each time I’m inside your body,” he mumbles, slapping my ass as I sprint down the stairs.
“You didn’t want to help?”
“I told you to pack light,” he says with a smirk.
“No, you told me to pack dresses,” I argue.
“Killer, we’re not going to Raney’s if you’re wearing a dress,” he snaps.
“Why the hell not?”
He looks at me. Actually, he studies my face like I’ve lost my marbles, the whole time keeping a blank expression on his face. “You are not wearing a skirt or a fucking dress, Tristan. End of story!”
“You’ve lost your mind!” I spin, dropping my hands on my hips and delivering a healthy dose of sass. “Why? Explain to me why I can’t…”
And then it hits me. I don’t mean to, but I scoff and laugh at the same time. “You’re jealous? Of other Alphas?”
He flicks his shoulders, and instead of agreeing with me, I see a slow growing twinkle in his eye which has my giggles disappearing and being replaced by a glare. I stop talking because he’ll spill any second now.
“She might have a bung leg, but I reckon she’s going to be gunning for you…” He smirks, swallowing the chuckle making his shoulders shake.
“I’m not telling her, King,” I smart back at him.
And all the wind goes out of his sails, and he locks up like a statue and his Alpha temperament of entitlement and expectation blazes so bright he lets a flare go. He’s so easy to wind up sometimes.
“Excuse me,” he spits but he doesn’t give me a chance before he starts ranting. “You are going to tell her. You’re walking in her fucking house and showing her my claim on your fucking throat. And my name on your chest.”
I lift up my shirt, flashing my boobs at him, looking for the tattoo we both know is not there. “I don’t have a tattoo.”
The air is insanely cold, and my nipples poke out so sharply they could take an eye out. Of course he’s in front of me, his hands cupping them as he kneads the flesh better than a kitten does its mother.
“Don’t fuck around,” he growls, leaning down to flick his tongue over my nipple before his lips wrap around it.
He plays dirty. So, fucking dirty, but I like. And I would climb him like a goddamn pole and beg him to knot me on the roof of the car except for the bags under his eyes.
“King, we’re napping first,” I argue.
“We’re fucking first,” he growls, daring me to argue more. “Then I’m sleeping with my knot in your pussy so I can dream of fucking you before I wake up and actually fuck you.”
“We were talking about Raney,” I moan, somehow shoving his head and breaking the seal of his lips. His mouth makes a pop as my nipple is freed and without getting distracted again, I stomp over to my car, my boobs still on display, before reaching in and grabbing my bag. Finding my suppressors, I ignore the small rush of disappointment as I pop out a few. I swallow them before I can talk myself out of delaying my heat.
King walks behind me and pulls my shirt down. “I’ve booked you in with my artist. My name on your body is not up for negotiation. We do this, we do it properly.” He’s so serious again and turned on, his dick rubs over my ass.
“I get that,” I answer, twisting slightly so he can see my face, “But you’re the one telling your daughter that you’ve packed her bestie and have been knotting her for a long time now. Not me.”
He laughs before reaching over and grabbing my bag.
“Should I move my car?”
“Nah, I’ll do it later,” he says walking towards the cabin.
“Did you ride or drive?”
“Ride. And your ass is going on the back of my bike, Tris. I’ve been fucking wanting it there for as long as I can remember,” he says.
And I do an amazing job not tripping up the stairs considering my vision is blurred by tears pooling in my eyes at his sweetness. First a bite, then a tattoo and now me on the back of his bike; his way of telling the whole world we’re packed has my heart racing.
The low rumble of a bike coming back down the road interrupts my moment of joy. Except before I can turn around, King grabs under my chin, smooshing my lips together.
“And, killer, from the second I saw you, you were always gonna be mine. It was fate. Much like they are.”
“What?” I try to say past the mash up of my mouth.
King’s brown eyes fill with a seriousness I’m still getting used to. “Those little cunts that interrupted my time with you are your pack. Don’t ask me how I know, but I do. I will absolutely gut them if they upset you for whatever reason. Just sayin’.”
He leans down and kisses me hard before leaving me staring at his retreating back.