A King’s Promise #2
Amore Mio: That message isn’t something important, but listen to it when you have a moment alone, tomorrow will do. Now get back to the meeting.
I smirked, texting her a quick reply.
Al: I will, and I’ll see you soon.
“I’ll go,” Maria spoke suddenly, making my eyes snap towards her.
“You? No.”
“I’m not asking you, Alejandro, I’m stating it. I have a way with people, whether you believe that or not. Besides, with the correct magic, I can appear as an ordinary human who is going on holiday. I will find out what I can. You need people you can trust and who will blend in. I’m that person.”
“It’s dangerous, Mom,” Rayhan added.
“Ya Hayati… right now, everywhere is dangerous. The Alpha isn’t in Puerto Rico, so I will be alright.” Rayhan frowned, and I massaged my temples.
“I can go with Ms Maria,” Carmen offered.
“And I’ll take my guards. I think you need your men here, Alejandro,” Maria replied firmly.
“I could go, too,” Darien added. Darien was of Alpha blood, and I knew he was stronger than many alphas out there.
I glanced at Maria. What the fuck was with the women of my family… but this was Maria. She needed something to keep busy. She needed to know we still needed her because I knew the moment she felt she was no longer vital to our lives, she’d let herself go…
Rayhan frowned, and I knew they were mind-linking. By the way his frown was deepening, his eyes flashing green constantly, I knew he wasn’t impressed.
If it was Kiara, I wouldn’t want her to go… just being away from her and worrying about her. Things were different with Maria, and as much as I wanted to keep her protected, she needed this.
“If Rayhan’s cool with it, I’m fine with it,” I said finally, still feeling hesitant. Rayhan’s blazing green eyes snapped towards me, and he clenched his jaw.
“Mom is not going. I think the women of my family have suffered enough. I’m not risking another.” With that he stood up and stormed out, leaving me feeling like fucking crap.
Our family. They were my family, too… but he wasn’t wrong either. He was holding his shit together, despite the state his mate was in… I didn’t mean to send Maria just like that… Fuck this.
“I’ll talk to him.” Maria arose from her seat gracefully, giving the table a small nod, her face as passive as ever. Everyone remained silent, the sound of her heels echoing in the room as she left.
I ran my hand through my hair. I didn’t address the shit that just went down.
We went on to the next state of matters and planned some scouting to see if we could find any new leads.
A good three hours later, we decided to call it a night, and I headed back home.
Maria had sent a text saying she would be going, that she talked to Rayhan, and he understood.
I fucking hoped she wasn’t going against him.
I would make sure she had some protection. I did not want shit to go down or anything to happen to her. She needed this. If I didn’t see her deteriorating before my eyes, I wouldn’t have agreed. I would talk to Rayhan tomorrow.
I returned home and entered my bedroom to see Kiara was fast asleep already. I smirked wryly. I took too fucking long…
I walked over to her, the duvet was pulled up to her chest, showing off the tip of her lacy bodysuit, and I slowly pulled the blanket back, drinking up her sexy-as-hell body. She was so fuckable right then, and I throbbed hard in my pants.
I stopped, staring at her pussy clad in that tiny piece of lace and looked into her content, peaceful face. She hadn’t slept so easily for a while… I wasn’t going to disturb her. She needed all the fucking rest she could get.
Silently, I entered the bathroom and decided to wash up. Not to mention, get rid of my fucking hard-on before calling it a night myself.
Kiara
I felt so comfortable snuggled against the hard, firm body next to me.
A deep, seductive scent filled my nose, and I inhaled deeply.
A strong pair of arms were wrapped around me tightly, and, to my utter surprise, one hand was firmly on my ass, his fingers between my cheeks, making my face heat up.
My eyes flew open, and I found myself staring at a tattooed chest.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! What happened? How did I get here?
Slowly, I pried his arms off me, trying to ignore the tingles that coursed through me and the way my body seemed to enjoy his touch, and moved back. The lamps were on, but I could see the sun rising outside. I stared at the man lying there, and my breath caught in my throat.
He was, simply put, a complete and utter sex god.
From his tanned skin, refined jaw and black hair to the tattoos that covered his entire body, save some parts of his abs.
He was hot as fuck. His nipples were pierced; his chest rose and fell deeply as he slept.
For a moment, I didn’t think I minded if he had his hands on me again. ..
He was fit as hell. He was built with muscles and ridges that any man would die for, right down to his bulging biceps, to his abs, and that V…
He wore a pair of sweatpants, and I almost gasped, noticing the long rod in his pants. Goddess.
Did we fuck? Maybe. I was sure I would be feeling it if we had… I looked down at myself, realising I was wearing a lacy black bodysuit. I slipped out of bed, my heart hammering. Where were my clothes?
“Kiara?”
A deep, husky, dangerously sexy voice came from behind me, making me jump as I spun around to see the god had risen.
He was sitting up, and I found myself staring into a pair of dark, dangerous eyes, eyes that seemed to peer into my soul.
My heart raced even faster when I saw his gaze rake over me, his eyes flashing red and making me nervous.
I could tell from his aura he was someone strong. Dad was going to kill me.
“Hi,” I said, inching away. He frowned, watching me warily as he got out of bed.
“Kiara, are you alright?”
How the hell does this god know my name? Did I die? Am I in heaven? Am I dreaming? No, I don’t think so… Did I get drunk last night?
He was inching towards me. He was tall… maybe a foot taller than me… or more… I backed away slowly, raising my hand.
“Can you talk from a little away?” I said, my voice sounding shriller than it was meant to.
“Amore Mio…” He seemed serious and concerned, watching me sharply.
“I don’t know how I ended up here… but I should go. Um, where are my clothes?” I asked, realising I was practically naked and flaunting my assets in front of this god.
“Go?” His face seemed to pale slightly. His heart was thudding, and I tensed, ready to jump if he tried anything funny.
“Home?” I replied softly.
“Kia… do you recognise me?” He asked, his voice so quiet and strained that it confused me. He sounded like he was in pain…
“Nope… should I?” I replied, backing away until my back hit the wall.
“If we, uh, met at a party or something… then, I’m sorry, I should really get going.
My dad will kill me.” I scanned the room, assessing if the window or the door would be better.
I glanced back at the handsome god, who seemed frozen despite the heaving of his chest.
“Do you remember anything?” Why does he keep asking me that?
“Excuse me? About last night? Nothing…. um, can I go now?” I asked in a hurry. I was sure if I’d had sex with that thing, I would have felt it. Goddess, it looked big…
“I think you should sit down; we need to talk.”
“No thanks, I’d rather go home,” I repeated.
“Kiara, this is your home.”
“No, it isn’t.” What did he want? Was he trying to keep me here?
“It is. If you have any doubts, you can take a look at the pictures around this room or on our phones. You’ll see there are plenty of photographs of us together. That ring on your finger? We’re married, Amore Mio.”
I glanced at my finger; indeed, I was wearing two rings. No, that wasn’t possible, though…
This was a trick; I didn’t need to see any pictures. I nodded, glancing at the phones he had gestured to. Walk past him, then bolt for the doors…
My heart thundered as I slowly edged past him, acting as if I was about to go for the phone, and instead, I darted towards the door.
Before I even reached it, he was in front of me, his eyes blazing red.
A rumbling growl reverberated through his chest and before I even realised what was happening, he had me on my back on the bed, straddling my hips.
“Let go of me!” I shouted, my heart pounding when I felt an intense surge of sparks ripple through me, sending pleasure straight to my core.
“Calm the fuck down. Listen to me, Amore Mio. We need to talk. You’re my fucking mate. You know I’m not lying,” he growled.
I stared up at him. I couldn’t deny the pain in his eyes that he was trying to hide, the concern that was enveloping him, and the sparks of his touch. But how? How was this possible? I didn’t remember him or anything. The last thing I remembered was… What is the last thing I remember?
I shook my head, trying to push away the throbbing headache that was beginning to form. I knew he wasn’t lying. I could sense that…
“I don’t know you. Get off me,” I said quietly as he slowly got off of me but refused to let go of my wrists. He knelt down in front of me on the ground, pulling me upright until I was sitting on the bed instead of lying down.
I was terrified. What did this mean? What kind of trick was this? Was I dreaming? I needed to call Mom or Dad. Or Liam… surely, they must have been worried about me…
He caressed my wrists, and I felt a surge of fear rush through me. He was dangerous… I could sense the power from him. I was about to pull away, but to my surprise, he raised my hands to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on my knuckles before looking up into my eyes.
“Do you remember anything?” He asked quietly. I was not going to sit there, naked, and tell a stranger what I remembered or not, whatever he meant by that.