The Ardens #2
“Martinez. Esmerelda Martinez.” She nodded with confidence. “Yes, that was her name.” Alejandro glanced at Darien, and I knew someone was going to be looking into it already.
“I’m assuming this pack is heavily involved with the recent threat,” Kenneth remarked as Catherine helped herself to a drink.
“Yeah, it is, and I intend to fucking find them soon,” Alejandro replied coldly.
“Will you go to the States?” Kenneth’s voice was calm, yet he was watching Alejandro sharply, and the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.
“If need be. Do you know anything about that pack?” Alejandro’s eyes were fixed on him even when his hand snaked around my waist, caressing my side.
“No, I do not. However, I have heard from my patrol of some strange wolves on my northern borders. When you were in search of the alpha princess, we were on holiday abroad. However, I have some images which I will forward to you via email.”
Then he fucking didn’t need to come here, Alejandro growled through the link.
He looks like he wants something, Darien replied.
“So, you came all this way to hit send whilst you were here. What is it? Was Ken-fucking-ham Palace out of fucking Wi-Fi?” My eyes flew open at Alejandro’s comment, and even Catherina looked shocked as Darien hid his smirk.
Alejandro sat forward. I could sense the irritation rolling off of him.
“If you had any proof, your men should have given it to me when I asked for fucking information,” he said coldly.
“I am still the Alpha of my pack, Alpha King Alejandro, and they answer to me. I didn’t need to mention these images, but I did.”
“A tad fucking late.”
I glanced at the two boys; this was not the place for children, no matter what age they were. Both were watching Alejandro, and I could tell they were paying attention.
“Luna Catherine, would it be alright if you, me, and Serena went for a walk with the boys in the garden? I think the men can do the talking.” Usually, I wouldn’t say it was a man’s place, but I’d rather protect the children from the conversation turning ugly.
“I think it’s a lovely idea,” she replied, glancing between Alejandro and Kenneth. Neither spoke and so she stood up, motioning to the boys to follow.
“We wouldn’t mind staying, Mother,” Aleric commented, curiosity in his eyes as he watched Alejandro.
“The Luna Queen has offered to show us the gardens,” Catherine replied. Her voice was calm, but her command was clear, and so the five of us left the room.
“I don’t trust you, and I never will…”
That was the last thing I heard Alejandro say. I knew he had no reason not to trust him, but Dad’s opinion of Kenneth had left a lasting impression on Alejandro.
“This way.” I gestured as I walked down the hall. Reaching the back entrance, I stared at the keypad, trying to remember the key code…
“Luna Kiara?” Serena called. She only addressed me as Luna in front of guests. I frowned, stepping back.
I can’t remember the code, I admitted through the link.
I’ll do it, she offered.
I stepped back, allowing her to step forward and key it in, unlocking the back door. She glanced at me. The confusion in her eyes when they met mine mirrored exactly how I felt inside. How could I have forgotten it? I had unlocked this door many times.
I needed to talk to Alejandro about this, and it had to be tonight.
Alejandro
The women and the twins left. I looked at Kenneth, a small annoying smirk playing on his fucking face.
“Relax, King Alejandro. There’s no need to be so uptight.” My phone beeped, and I knew I had just received an email by the tone. “My men have just forwarded the email to you.”
I took my phone out and went into my email, frowning as I looked at the first few pictures – the very same wolves that we had seen when we were attacked and at the country house.
“Where is this?”
“Just on the edge of my pack territories. We saw them a few times. The same sighting always happened there, yet there were no tracks onwards from this part. They just vanished.”
“No tracks at all?”
“None at all. Of course, I have men doing a little more research… as you know, my pack is powerful.”
“Or you fucking think it is,” I remarked, taking a drag on my cigarette. He smiled pleasantly, but there was nothing fucking pleasant about the look in his eyes.
“Not everything is as it appears. You should really think of the future and ways that can benefit the King’s Royal Night Walkers Pack.”
“Is that a threat?” I asked, my eyes flashing.
“Not at all. I’m offering a proposal.” I cocked a brow.
“Yeah, and what proposal is that?”
“I have two sons, one who will become the Alpha of my pack and the other who may become the Alpha of Catherine’s birth pack in the States.”
“And I give a fuck why?” He smiled and sat back, crossing his legs arrogantly.
“You have two daughters. An alliance-”
I felt a flare of anger. I was up in a flash, grabbing the bastard by his fucking throat as a menacing growl ripped from my chest. Did this fucking dickhead think he could just parade in here and actually think he could even fucking ask for my daughters like that?
“Al!” Darien’s voice was in the distance as I glared at the cunt in my hold.
“No one is touching my daughters; they are fucking six, and you’re trying to fucking have me sign away their fucking choice?
When, and if, the time comes and they want to choose a mate or fucking accept their fated mates, that’s on them.
But no one, and I mean fucking no one, is going to take their choice from them.
That’s not how we do shit around here.” I slammed him back into the couch roughly, doing my best not to punch him as Darien pulled me back, his face pale.
Al, calm down.
“It was but a suggestion,” Kenneth replied, his voice harsh as he fixed his suit jacket.
I zoned him out, trying to control my anger. My own words rang in my head, and I realised I was doing just that. I refused to allow Kiara to do what she wanted... Yeah, well, I’m a fucking hypocrite.
“Dinner’s ready,” Darien said, but neither I nor the fucker cared. Our eyes were trained on one another, and the hostility between us had just risen by another fucking one hundred percent…
After spending the evening with Ken-fucking-Arden, I was done. The man was shrewd. He knew how to fucking twist words and act fucking innocent. I didn’t like it. Past that facade, there was more to that shit than what showed on that flawless fucking face of his.
Darien had told Kiara what had happened, and she had kept her hand on my leg through fucking dinner, calming me down every fucking time I wanted to shred that fucker to pieces.
I pulled my shirt off the moment I entered our bedroom, tossing it aside as I rolled my neck, getting the kinks out.
He had fucking stressed me out, and I really wanted to go for a run or beat the shit out of someone.
Preferably him. Speaking of the fucker, he had a few guards who had come with him, but I had my own placed around his given quarters.
Kiara and I had been fine over dinner, but that issue with the pup still fucking lingered. She was sitting on the bed, lost in thought, as she took her earrings off.
“Are we just going to stay angry at each other?” I asked, my voice sounding dangerously cold.
“I don’t want to… just let me bring the boy home,” she pleaded, standing up. That dress of hers wrapped around her curves like it was fucking made for her, emphasising her waist, curvy hips, and those fucking tits that I loved so fucking much.
I raked a hand through my hair, wanting to ignore her, but wasn’t she the voice of reason in my life? If she was being so stubborn about something…
Compassionate and loving. That was what Kiara was. Her heart was equally as pure as her thoughts were dirty in bed.
I glanced back at her as she walked over to me, and to my fucking surprise, she joined her hands together in front of me, making my heart thud with a fucking storm of emotions. Was this that fucking important to her?
“I’m begging you. Please show him that humanity exists.
Don’t let the darkness cloud his heart. For me, for Kat, and for Rafael.
Show him that kindness exists. He is only a child.
Mine or someone else’s, I can’t let this happen.
It’s killing me inside, Alejandro.” Her voice cracked as she swallowed hard, staring at me.
No. I’d never understand that level of love. Yeah, I cared for my own… for my race… but… for the child of an enemy? I wouldn’t hurt him. I wasn’t hurting him. I didn’t like the fact that his father had hurt him… but he was being taken care of, so why should I bring him into my home?
The powers of a djinn were immeasurable. What if he used the boy as a fucking medium or some shit? They were capable of far more than we knew.
It was my suspicion and protectiveness of my family on the one hand, with Kiara’s heart, happiness, and conscience on the other. I exhaled in frustration, placing my hands over hers and lowering them.
“The only time I like you begging is when you’re dripping wet and begging for me to fuck you, one way or another. Why is this affecting you so fucking deeply, Amore Mio?” I asked quietly, kissing her hands as I pulled her close.
“He’s been through so much, and he doesn’t deserve this,” she whispered, trying to blink back her tears. I frowned but nodded in fucking defeat, exhaling in frustration.
“Fine. If this is what you want. First thing in the mornin-”
“Now?” She asked, tilting her head, a pout on those gorgeous lips. I clenched my jaw.
“Who’s the fucking King?”
“You are.” She smiled.
“Who fucking bows to his Queen,” I growled in annoyance as she quickly put the heels that she had kicked off back on.
Bring the boy to the mansion, I commanded the guards on duty outside his room through the link.
Yes, Alpha, came the prompt reply.
She smiled at me as she walked back into my arms and hugged me tightly. Just the way I liked it. Mine for fucking forever.
“I’m sorry for being stubborn,” she whispered, kissing my neck over my mark.
“Yeah? No point in fucking apologising after you got what you wanted,” I replied, scowling. I squeezed her ass and pressed her straight into me. She fitted so fucking perfectly…
“You only agreed because you know it’s the right thing to do,” she replied softly.
“Yeah, maybe.” I pulled two pins from her hair and slid the hair tie out, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders. “You looked beautiful tonight.”
“Thanks,” she replied, trailing her fingers down my chest. It took my all not to fucking react to her touch. “Shall we go get him?”
“He’s on his way,” I replied, frowning slightly, only for her to yank me down by the neck and kiss me hard.
Had I ever mentioned I fucking love it when she gets like this? There was not a sexier woman on the fucking planet, and she was mine.
I gripped her hips tighter, kissing her back harder, dominating the kiss.
Her sweet minty breath and the taste of her mouth were fucking perfect.
A soft moan escaped her, and I turned us, slamming her up against the wall.
I wanted to fucking yank her dress up and devour every fucking inch of her. Why fucking not?
Kissing her hard, I wrenched her dress up, making her whimper.
“Alejandro… we…”
She moaned when I kissed her neck, sucking hard over her mate mark as she writhed with pleasure in my arms, her arousal perfuming the air.
Placing a kiss on her cleavage, I bent down and spread her legs, lifted one over my shoulder, and pushed aside her tiny panties, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal deeply.
“Oh, fuck!” She gasped the moment my tongue flicked along her smooth pussy.
Her hand tangled into my hair, tilting her head back against the wall as I devoured her. Her moans became louder as my tongue flicked her clit. I knew my men would be there soon with the boy. We had a matter of minutes.
I liked the challenge. I looked up at her, the curve of her breasts blocking my view of her face as I ate her out, licking, sucking, and flicking her clit as she moaned, her entire body reacting to me.
Her sighs and moans became louder, driving me fucking crazy.
This was my fucking addiction. She was my fucking drug.
My lethal pleasure that I couldn’t live without.
“I’m going to come… fuck, Al… nh…”
She moaned in pure pleasure. She grinded against my face as she neared.
I slipped two fingers into her and began fucking her hard and fast, my tongue moving fast along her clit.
Her juices coated my fingers, her walls clamping around them as she neared her release.
My dick was hard, straining against my pants.
She was fucking heaven and more. No woman compared with the nympho above me and never could.
She cried out as her orgasm tore through her, her walls clamping around me as her juices trickled out of her.
I didn’t stop, not until she had ridden out her orgasm, whimpering breathlessly above me as she struggled to move back.
I growled, lifting her other leg onto my other shoulder and plunging my tongue into her dripping core.
She tasted fucking heavenly. I licked up every drop of her sweet juices as she trembled, trying to move back.
“Alejandro…”
“Now that was dessert,” I murmured, moving back slightly and running my tongue along her inner thigh, licking up her sweet juice and admiring her smooth pussy once more.
A soft moan left her before she slid her legs off my shoulders, and I stood up, kissing her again.
“See how fucking good you taste?” I growled when I pulled away, admiring the slight blush that crossed her face. My fucking sexy nympho.
Just then, Julio mind-linked to say they were outside.
Right on fucking time.