The Alpha King Call Boy – Chapter 156
A half dozen servants appeared at the snap of the Alpha King’s fingers, all of them carrying bottles of champagne (some were non-alcoholic, for my bride and myself).
The servants performed a little show, popping the bottles in perfect unison, then filled five tall crystal flutes and hurried them into our hands. The extra open bottles were plunged into golden ice buckets, then the servants stood at attention beside them, ready to refill the glasses at a hat’s drop.
Unfortunately for Fiona and myself, our party of five immediately split into two groups.
ious garden paths and chatting like old friends catching up.
dly stroke the leaves and fronds of exotic plants they passed by, while my Beta, gods have mercy on his soul, watched the movements of her delicate hands in jealous rapture.
.
ds.
ed about a whol
tinue.
e in the real world I offered my father a practiced smile, instead.
ed my father and I were making progress toward respect and a peaceful transition of power. And other times, he was drunk.
air,” Fiona replied, her tone perfectly neutral.
”
xander’s past.” She looked at me; her expression was nothing but calm poise. “I’m sure spending nearly his entire adult life at war has previously
King smirked, a strange look passing over his eyes that I did not r
for the first time before my eyes, speechless.
pagne, and left.
il he’d gotten one last, long look at Nina, at whom he’d
grabbed Fiona’s wrist and began to pull her toward the door.
going?”
And give her another kiss. “To bed,” I said sternly, then dipped down to k
”
ank.
can’t wait another minute. I am close to taking you right now, if we don’t get out of here soon.”
parage me – that had been wondrous to behold.
eady, but I’d never wanted her this desperately bef
”
we saw there rendered that idea moot.
an amused smile.
iona muttered, “Nev
Fiona
no longer glowed gold; they smoldered like hot, molten amber.
as we were inside.
ld ribbon.
For me?” I asked in
orking the buttons on the back of my dress, while intermittently kissing and sniffing my neck. Once the dress was gone, and I had been lifted up into our bed, I picked up the box. Not even thinking to
ring I was about to become distracted.
ift on my nightstand.
wanted to undress him myself. The idea of slowly peeling all those layers off of him sounded delicious. But I was content, today, to lie back and w
ive tux in a forgotten heap on the floor.
soft flesh. He kissed me roughly, making me moan and making me wet. And, thank god, he didn’t fool around, and quickly was easing his hard length inside of me.
urmured. He sounded intoxicated, repeating my name over and over like he was reciting a prayer.
nce. Stuck on calling out my mate’s name again and again.
ped.
breath returned.
o say these words clearly, loudly, and with confidence.
side me and it forced me to shatter, too. My core gripped and squeezed him tight. Fireworks flashed behind my eyes and all my nerve endings
felt like it might stop.
me with concern.
“I am okay,” I answered, with a lazy, love-drunk smile. “And then some.”
xander stroked my face, his touch light as a fe
irst. And then he fed me a few strawberries as I lay back against our gold silk-covered pillows and felt some strength returning to my body.
ut my present.
ight.
the box.
it. Thank you. I will take good care of it.”
yes gleaming with happy pride.