The Alpha King Call Boy: Chap 47-128

“And then what happened?” I heard my voice changing, getting louder and deeper. My skin was flushed, hot with anger.

Cal blew air out the side of his mouth. “I had him pinned on the ground, next thing I knew. I was telling

him off. But he fought me pretty good. Kid may be dumb as a box of rocks, but he’s built like an ox.”

“Who won?”

“I did. I had him half choked out by the time the bouncers were on top of us. We’re lucky they didn’t call the cops. We all got the fuck out fast after they intervened.”

“I heard there were members of another pack involved. What about that?”

“I heard about that, too. Afterwards. Sounds like some other wolves that happened to be at the club saw the fight breaking out and wanted to get in the mix. I didn’t see any of that, though. I was pretty wrapped up with Jacob. Some of the others kept those guys from getting up to where we were.”

He was skirting around telling me which pack the other men were from.

“Which pack, Cal?”

Finally he met my gaze again. His eyes had gone small. “Hellhounds.”

I needed a few seconds before I could respond.

The Hellhounds were a pack that I would sure as shit rather not have anything to do with.

They were nothing but trouble. Filthy rich but low-class lovers of mayhem with a long lineage in organized crime. Their Alphas were notorious for shuffling in and out of prison. They ran the show inside the prisons, too—mob bosses, you might call them.

I ran a hand down the length of my face, trying to find my bearings. I felt like I’d suddenly learned I was aboard a ship at sea.

“And you didn’t think I needed to know this, Cal?”

“I fucked up. And the more time that passed, the harder it got to know how to tell you.” The broad-shouldered Gamma warrior started to shiver slightly.

An effect of fear pressing in on fatigue.

“What else do you know about that? How things left off with the Hounds?”

“Nothing. That’s all I know.”

I still had Cal on his feet, strapped into his rucksack while I shouldered Jacob’s. We were some fifty yards off from the palace when I brought us to a stop.

I could see now that I had an even bigger mess on my hands here than I could have imagined. My mind started making a list of clean-up tasks to do.

First priority was figuring out where things stood with the Hellhounds. And doing whatever damage control that situation required.

And I needed to find out, too, which of my men’s wildfire idea it had been to pressure the whole pack to go out partying like that in the first place. Leaving our fortress unguarded was an act that on its own was reckless, needless and indefensible.

Someone had set that scheme in motion. I needed to find out who.

Fiona

I was running late for dinner with Alexander, and for

no good reason. I’d just lost track of time doing an end-of-day email check.

I texted him when I was finally in the elevator heading downstairs, told him I was on the way and gave him my ETA. Then I switched my phone off silent and turned the ringer up, so I’d hear when he replied.

The notification chimed a few minutes into the drive.

He said: Good. I can’t wait to see you.

I smiled. The truth was that I was itching to see Alexander, too. But I’d never admit something so cloying.

Instead I wrote: You just want to… see me? Nothing else?

I bit my lip while waiting for a response.

It came quickly.

Alexander: I want to see you. And smell you. And touch you and tease you…

I held back a sound that wanted out of my throat, but my mouth fell open anyway.

I glanced at the driver. His eyes were on the road as we merged into highway traffic. He was paying me no attention.

I’d delayed, giving my Alpha time to send another line.

Alexander: I want to push your legs apart and sit between them…

He was killing me with this.

And my guard was dropping now that I was out of the office. I might not have been completely alone in the car, but the dim light of the backseat and the distracted chauffeur offered at least an illusion of privacy.

I texted: Yes please to everything.

Alexander: I want to taste you, too.

Me: I want to touch you all over.

Alexander: Yeah? Where?

I found myself running a hand through my hair. Then down my throat.

I scrolled back up to study the pic he’d sent earlier.

Me: I’ll start with that big strong chest of yours.

Alexander: …and then?

Me: And then your arms

Alexander: Tell me how you’ll touch me.

Me: Soft at first… then harder…

Alexander: You know I like that.

Me: I know some other places you like me to touch you, too…

Alexander: Touch me anywhere you want, baby.

I could not explain why that – him calling me “baby” –

sent an electric shock right through my body. But it did.

Me: Tell me more things you wanna do to me… I was enjoying that…

Alexander: I want to make you come.

My heart started pounding.

Alexander: I’ll make your whole body shake.

Somehow, that seemed close to happening already. I was wildly aroused. I cracked the window, needing some cool air on my face.

“Everything alright, Miss?”

Great—I’d caught the driver’s attention.

“Fine,” I told him. “Just a little warm.”

When we finally arrived at the palace, the driver

parked and got out, ready to come around and open my door.

But the door opened surprisingly fast.

That was not the driver.

Alexander held one hand out, all formal and chivalrous. I took it and let him guide me out of the car.

“Hi,” I said, surprised.

He smirked. “Told you I couldn’t wait.”

Alexander carried my briefcase with one hand and held my hand with the other as we walked to our room. He kept bringing my hand up to his mouth and nibbling on my fingers, forcing me to smile.

I got myself settled in fast once we were inside.

Freshened up in the bathroom and ditched my work clothes in a hurry, and changed into a silky black slip-style nightgown.

Alexander got the message when he saw me walking back out into our room, dressed for bed early. He started sloughing off the layers of his suit right away. I climbed into bed and relaxed back against the pillows.

“So you liked the picture, huh?” He slid his tie off and starting unbuttoning his shirt.

I got lost gawking at the live version that I now had in front of me, watching as Alexander’s muscular chest was becoming visible in increments. “Did you do some kind of crazy workout today?” I asked.

“I asked you a question first.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes. I liked it very much. But I think you already knew that.”

One side of Alexander’s perfect lips curled up proudly.

He unbuttoned the sleeves of his crisp white shirt and peeled it off. It looked unusually snug on his swollen arms.

Then he leapt up into the bed in a flash, pouncing on top of me playfully. He was so strong, but so careful.

So expertly in control of every one of those tremendous muscles.

“I did get a decent workout this morning,” he said dismissively. His body was thrumming with power and energy. “Why? You think I look good?”

“Mm-hmm.” His golden skin was hot to the touch. I ran my hands all over his mountainous chest, starting my touch feather-light like I’d promised. His strength

and heat coursed into my body with a shiver. “You look huge,” I murmured dreamily.

He had his arms wrapped all around me in the next second. His big hands touched and squeezed me all over, his grip strong and edging on painfully tight. He kissed my neck, burying his face in my hair and sniffing at it greedily.

I stroked the round muscles of his shoulders, tracing their shape. I was getting wetter, the muscles of my own body becoming tenser with every touch on his.

Then I dug my nails into the hard flesh of his biceps and pulled down hard—scratching the full lengths of his arms.

The sound that came from his throat was halfway between a growl and a purr. He let himself enjoy the feeling for only a second. Then he grabbed my hands and swiftly pinned them over my head.

“You want to touch me?” he asked, his face an inch from mine.

“Yes…” My eyes lingered on his lips.

“How badly?”

I groaned, frustrated. “Very badly…”

He smiled down at me wickedly, still holding me immobile. Then he returned his lips to my neck. Light kisses gave way to harder kisses. And then to little nips with his sharp teeth. Each bite had me gasping.

“Why do you always tease me so much?” These words just came out, breathy and senseless. I wasn’t expecting a good answer.

Alexander chuckled. Then he pressed his lips against

my ear and said, “Because it makes you come harder.”

Suddenly I was not just wet; I was drenched. And trembling down to my bones.

I had a feeling he was about to prove himself right.