The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 84

Alexander was practically drooling by the time he had worked his way up the length of my body, kissing and licking me all over.

When his lips got up to my ear, he whispered, "Tell me what you want."

"Mmm." I ran my hands along his big, hard chest and shoulders and said, suddenly very sure of this, "I want you inside me."

His whole body vibrated. His tongue darted into my ear delicately before he reared back and looked me in the eye. "On your side," he said, his mouth setting into a firm line.

He watched closely as I moved my body, still with that dire, hungry intensity in his eyes.

It had not been that long since we'd last had s*x, but Alexander looked like he was absolutely dying to get inside me. I felt him trembling with the effort of trying to be patient and gentle when all he wanted was to let loose and ravage me. The second his hard body was pressed tight against the back of mine, he did it - he let go of all control.

He growled deeply as he pushed himself inside of me and exhaled a dragon's breath against the back of my neck. One of his hands was wrapped, not too tightly but not very gently either, around my throat. The other was desperate to feel up my breasts, coming to rest with a pinching grip on one of my nipples.

His energy was furious and his grip on my body tightened by the second. I hardly needed to hold onto him, onto anything. We were absolutely attached. He pounded his hips against me hard and reached something very good very deep inside, and then the hand that he had around my throat started to squeeze.

A touch of pain and a white-hot flash of fear struck me. The sounds of pleasure that Alexander made as he f****d and choked me turned absolutely inhuman. That's when I started to come.

I screamed. He let go of my throat to let me do it. When I gasped for air, he put his mouth back to my ear, licked it around the edge, and growled, "Louder."

My body was shaking hard. A tiny, annoying part of my "good-girl" mind began to reprimand me for getting off on being scared.

I visualized taking that part of myself and shoving her off a cliff.

When the next wave of ecstasy crashed over me, I did what Alexander told me to. I let myself cry out as loud as my body wanted.

I discovered the true meaning of that old phrase, "bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," when I woke up early the next morning.

My feet weren't swollen. Nothing hurt anymore. I was full of energy and good vibes and had a smile on my lips for no reason. In short, I felt incredible.

Alexander was still in bed when I was getting ready to leave, but he was awake, lying on his stomach and watching me sleepily with eyes half-open. "So early," he muttered when he heard me picking up my keys.

"I know. I'm sorry I woke you."

He closed his eyes, shook his head against the pillow and mumbled something unintelligible into the gold silk. Sounded like, "It's fine."

I pulled on my jacket and shoes. "Going in early gives me a chance at getting out on time," I told him. "So hopefully we can do dinner tonight?" Now he was awake.

"I would love that," he said, rolling onto his side. "Just text me and tell me what time, and I'll be ready."

The server finished putting all our plates on the table carefully, filling just about every inch of surface area, then asked hesitantly if we needed anything else.

"Think we're good," Nina said, shooing him away.

I smiled at the trove of sweets and greasy treats in front of us. "Thank you for being bad with me," I told my friend.

"I could say the same to you," she replied, rapidly devouring a heaping forkful of pancakes. She squinted, looked me over, then asked over a mouthful of whipped cream, "You get laid last night?"

I held my mouth closed till I could swallow down the giant bite of fried eggs I'd just piled into it. "Wow. That obvious?" I asked.

She grinned. "I just know you. I take it things are a little better with Alexander, then?"

"A little better." I thought it over some more and added, "A lot better. For now at least. We'll see."

"Can we have some details?" she asked coyly. It took me a second to get that she meant about the s*x.

"I hardly know how to describe it." I closed my eyes to remember. Alexander and I had ended up spending all evening in bed, and of course all night as well. Alternating between s*x, sleep, more s*x, and so on. I gave Nina a few details, just enough to satisfy her curiosity. "He's wild," I said in closing. "It's intense. I honestly never knew s*x could be like that."

Nina grinned. "Happy for you, babe. You look great."

I shrugged. The silly smile was still loitering, and probably got even bigger as I'd been discussing my escapades with Alexander.

"K, sorry to change the mood abruptly," Nina said next. "But I heard some news I did want to tell you about."

"Oh? What's that?"

"So I was at the club the other night and saw these older guys that I just knew looked familiar for some reason. I couldn't place them at first. So I stalked 'em a little, I dunno, just kind of trying to remember where I knew them from. Men are always talking to each other in the club, they pay the dancers no mind, think we're deaf-mutes, maybe. Anyway, I was eavesdropping and these guys happened to start talking about your father, actually." "What? Really?"

Nina nodded as she sipped her coffee. "Yeah. I realized that's how I recognized them. I think they work for your family's business? That's not even the weird part though." "What's the weird part?"

"Well, apparently your father left town recently, all of a sudden and without giving anyone an explanation or saying where he was going."

"That... is weird." My father was a pack leader, a business owner and a husband. I don't think he had ever before just skipped town for any duration of time, in the entire time I'd been alive.

"Yeah, they didn't say anything else about it though, didn't seem to know any more than that he pretty much went MIA. They were all pretty pissed off at him over it, actually."

I took a break from eating and sipped some water. Something about this information troubled me. Especially in light of my recent talk with my fiancé.

Alexander was about to take a trip. To track down a witness to his mother's killing.

And my father, apparently, was on a trip as well.

My appetite started to dim.

"You okay, Fi?" Nina was watching me critically.

"Yeah. I'm fine. It's just strange, is all. Seems really out of character for him."

I wanted to tell Nina more. But even though the diner had become our go-to spot, and seemed pretty safe for open conversation, since there was only ever one or two other people in there, I was very sure this was not a matter to discuss in public.

And then my thoughts drifted to my mother. It had been a long time, now, since we'd spoken. The last time I'd seen her, she'd been watching silently from the balcony as my father tortured me in her own home.

I wondered if she knew where my father had gone. If he'd left her in the dark, too, or if she knew anything about what was going on.