The Alpha Wants Everything Book 1 The King's Queen
Chapter 6: Well that escalated!

First aid kit in hand and back inside the warehouse, he moved them to the break room. That is when he placed her on the ground, making sure she had her balance before he moved around the room to locate clean dish rags and a few towels. She watched him as he moved with purpose, he seemed to know what he was doing. How does he know what he’s doing? Might not be a bad idea to let him look at your knee! Her subconscious commented.

“Pull your pant leg up, let me see” he instructed. She tried and failed, she really hated skinny jeans, she only bought them because they were a good price and she wanted to see what all the hype was about, she regretted the purchase the second she wore them.

“They can’t go any higher,” she exclaimed, trying to yank the pant leg up past her calf.

“Then take them off” he said matter of factly. She bolted to a standing position,

“What now?” Surely she didn’t hear him right he turned to look at her then

“Take. Your. Pants. Off” He said a bit slower. “I need to see your knee” concern was still present on his face, but something else as well, a glimmer in his eyes, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip as a look of panic washed over her face.

“You know what it’s ok, it doesn’t hurt anymore” she lied, when she tried to walk away pain shot through her leg and for the second time she almost fell. But again she found herself safely in his arms. He looked down at her, compassion on his face.

“Please Dax! Just let me help” She looked up at him, seeming to be having an internal struggle as a twinge of fear passed through her but she nodded slightly. He released her once more, she stood there for a second, debating on what her next course of action should be. Put her trust in a mountain named Kane or fall on her face. No brainer really! With a deep sigh she reached to undo her button but looked back at him

“I’m not gonna take my pants off with you staring at me, turn around” she ordered, a little more force than she meant. He just chuckled

“I’ve already seen your KISS ME, but alright” he did as he was told. Her face flushed at that statement but she didn’t say anything.

“Was it a good memory?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?”

“The memory you got lost in, was it a good memory?” He asked again, she hesitated trying to figure out the best way to answer. Vagueness is good.

“It was a….memory” he nodded at her reply but never said anything, it didn’t look like a good one, he remembered what she repeated. Those words will haunt him. She was working the zipper down when it stopped. She tried to force it, but it wasn’t working. She tried and tried, she tried to work her pants down without the zipper, but they didn’t budge. Stupid fucking pants!

“Do you need any help?” He asked, as if sensing her struggle.

“What?” She said still struggling with her stupid pants, her anger growing.

“Do you need me to help you remove your pants” trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

“Uh! No!” She quickly replied frustration apparent in her voice

“Are you sure? I don’t mind being of assistance”

“It’s fine! It’s fine, it’s fine….I’ll deal with my knee later, the stupid zipper is stuck, but it’s fine, I can get it mys-“ she was cut off when his hands pushed hers away from the broken zipper. Her head snapped up and he was looking at her, his eyes never leaving hers as he grabbed each side of the opening of her pants. One quick hard tug and he ripped them open. Her eyes widened at the movement, a squeak escaped past her lips when she felt sparks surge through her as his hands slid down her hips to her thighs under the fabric, his fingertips brushed past her bottom and she could swear he squeezed a little. He slowly started to pull her pants down her legs, his eyes staring deeply into hers the lower he went. His hands never broke contact with her skin.

With her pants low enough, he hooked his hands around her thighs and picked her up. Startled by the action she grabbed onto the front of his shirt and leaned closer to him. He breathed in deep, taking in her scent before he placed her gently on the table. He was trying to remain calm, to control his breathing, his movements were slow and deliberate, though he was enjoying the touch and feeling of her, he didn’t want to hurt her knee further. At least this is what he told himself, when he initially slid his hands into her pants. Having her in a sitting position on the table he continued to slowly move her pants down her legs, slipping off her sneakers to take her pants completely off. Though completely removing her pants was not necessary, caressing her smooth legs was just too damn inviting.

“You didn’t need to do that” she whispered her face flush

“You needed help, and I told you, I don’t mind being of assistance” he whispered back, positioning her across the table that would give him better access to her knee.

Pants crumpled in a pile on the floor, he moved away from her to wet the rags and gather the towels. He took a bit longer than he needed to. His heart was beating fast and his body was vibrating from the sparks of just his hands on her legs. Granted he did skim her bottom, and a smile played on his lips when he gave it a squeeze. Firm, round and tight. Breathe! Kane he told himself. Deal with her knee first, then we’ll see what happens! He turned to look at her, her hands were covering her face and she was shaking her head. He could tell she was blushing, it flooded down her neck and all the way up to her ears. He noticed that she fixed her hair so the points were no longer showing. He wondered if they were red as well, they reminded him of an elf. His little elf, maybe that is what he will start calling her, no he liked little mouse better.

“Are you alright?” He asked, and she just nodded, “Does your knee hurt?” She shook her head, never removing her hands. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but how was she supposed to think of the pain when he just had his hands in her pants. His very strong, very gentle hands. The electricity that shot through her was like nothing she has ever felt before.

He walked back over to her, he reached out to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ears and in the process untucked the tips of her ears from where she had them hidden. He liked her pointy ears and he didn’t understand why she would hide them. His thumb traced the scar on her right ear and he felt her body stiffen and her breath catch, turning her ear away from his touch she let out the shaky breath she held. She didn’t want him seeing it, let alone touching it, is that why she hides her ears? Because someone did that to her or was it so no one could do it again? She peered at him over the tips of her fingers, watched as he took in all her features and committed them to memory. She watched his eyes search her trying to uncover all her secrets. This thought unnerved her more than his hands in her pants, she all of a sudden felt very vulnerable and a fresh wave of panic washed over her. What if he didn’t like what he saw? She barely knew him, but his opinion of her seemed to matter and that thought terrified her.

His hands gently grasped hers and pulled them away from her face so he could take in more of her beauty, her eyes graced with long thick eyelashes were large, wide and innocent, hiding secrets he wanted to uncover. He could see hints of pain, sadness and fear in them. How he wanted to chase it away, why would she be afraid? Who was she afraid of? It was then he realized why the colour didn’t belong to her, she was wearing coloured contacts to hide them, why? His brows furrowed, she was hiding herself from the world. Did she not see how beautiful she was? How perfect? He wanted to ask but he said nothing. He watched the flush darken starting at the bridge of her nose spreading across her cheek bones he traced it with his thumbs, it spread down her cheeks and into her lips darkening as they parted. He watched her tongue dart out and she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. Her breathing had picked up and he could hear her heartbeat; she was scared. She shifted under his gaze, which drew him out of his trance.

He cleared his throat and went to work unbandaging her knee. He placed a clean towel under her leg and used one of the wet rags to clean the blood around it. He was trying to take things slow, if this was the werewolf world, they would have already been marked and mated the second they found each other, but in the human world that’s not how it worked. They went much slower, he was trying, she was not making it easy to keep his hands off her. Have mercy on me Dax, I’m really trying! He thought. He didn’t dare trust himself to say anything at first, pretty sure a coherent sentence was beyond him. She had him all twisted inside. Ky in his head was panting hard, which was not helping him keep his control. A few more minutes of staring and he would have just taken her. How he managed to keep it was beyond him, he wanted her, and he wanted her bad. She just wasn’t ready, he could see the pain in her eyes, the fear she was fighting something, an unseen boogeyman. It had a strong hold of her, he would help her fight it if she let him, the question was would she? She seemed to be used to doing everything herself, that even accepting the smallest amount of help caused her to panic.

The next twenty minutes consisted of him dabbing here and there, her flinching and trying to move away, him apologizing and moving her back. She watched as he reached into his first aid kit and pulled something she had never seen before.

“What is that?” She took it from him and turned it over in her hands looking at it.

“Well little gabby hands it’s liquid stitches” he replied smiling at her when she scrunched her face up at it. “They are used to seal a wound that doesn’t require proper sutures”

“Oh” she just nodded her head. He took something in an amber bottle from the first aid kit and placed a yellow liquid above the wound on her knee and let it roll down into it. Her eyes went wide, she looked at him and then back at her knee. She dropped the bottle she was holding as the liquid came in contact and started burning.

“HOLY FUCK! That burns” she tried to back away from it, not knowing why that would help and tears began welling up in her eyes, she wanted to get away from the burning from the pain. He held her leg down, and pulled her close to him cooing in her ear, she pushed away from him shaking her head at first but as the burning continued she found herself moving closer to the comfort he offered.

“Shh I know, but it will help stop any infection that may have started” he whispered in her ear, rubbing circles on her back with his free hand. She clutched his shirt as her body shuddered and buried her face in his neck

“I don’t like it” she sobbed with her eyes clenched shut. This broke his heart, being the cause of her pain even if it was for her own good. However if he told her it would burn like hell, he doubted she would have let him do it. Her body shook as she clutched tighter to him

“I know baby, I know, but if I told you it would burn like that you would not have let me do it, would you?” He continued cooing in her ear, she just shook her head. For what seemed like ages the burning finally subsided and she lifted her head from his shoulder, her face was splotchy and she had tear stains running down her cheeks.

“0 out of 10, I don’t recommend!” She sniffled, he chuckled, wiped her remaining tears with his thumbs and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Why do you even need that? Get a lot of injuries with your acquisitions?” She asked, still recovering.

“No I just believe in being prepared” he grinned,

“Have you ever needed it?” She sniffled

“Personally no, but I had to use it on Johnny once” her eyes went wide

“Why? What happened?” She asked in shock. Kane started laughing at her expression

“He was being Johnny, and ended up getting a bad cut on his arm, however he wasn’t as brave as you and I had to knock him out half way through the application” Kane replied, remembering the battle between them and a group of rogues where Johnny got the injury from. He screamed in pain worse than she did and he had to slug him to put him down. He took a clean rag and wiped the remainder of the antiseptic from around her cut and she winced a little. He smiled apologetically at her and she saw a look of pain flash through his eyes, which confused her. He held up the liquid stitch.

“I’m gonna place this now, it should be dry in about 10 minutes.” He said, she nodded

“If it burns, I’m gonna hit you really hard” she said causing him to laugh,

“I can handle it,” he assured her. She clenched her eyes shut and hid her face behind her hands holding her breath. He straightened her leg, telling her to hold it as still as possible, she nodded. Working quickly and carefully he placed the liquid on the cut and squeezed it shut and held it. She squirmed and whimpered and breathed deeply a few times at this and he used his thumb to rub soothing circles on the inside of her bare thigh.

She eased at the contact of his thumb, it was soothing she had forgotten she was sitting on the table in her break room with no pants on and him standing between her legs. Holy Fuck! The events came screaming at her like a semi, she made a vow, to not let him touch her, kiss her, or get in her pants. Great fucking resolve she had, not even an hour later he has done all three. Not only did he get in your pants, he got you out of them! Fuck me! If you’re not careful he will! The circles he was rubbing on the inside of her thigh were stirring her inside; her body felt like it was humming with electricity and she was praying he wouldn’t notice the redness in her face. Shocks were ripping through her, gripping her core and she was trying to fight the shiver that was threatening to take her. Oh god! This will be her undoing, it was feeling too good, too right. He had to stop. Wait….did his hand just move higher! She felt his fingers brush closer to her V and her body betrayed her, her breath hitched and she shivered at the intimate location of his caress. She breathed hard trying to fight it, trying to push it down and stomp it out. Think something unsexy! Uh…..dogs, dogs are unsexy, dogs playing, Kane playing with dogs, Kane playing with dogs shirtless, Kane playing with me shirtless. FUCK!! Well that escalated, quick something else! She had to stay strong. Um...um...coffee, ya coffee, it’s hot, it’s creamy, it’s….god that feels good! She felt his hand gently squeezing the inside of her thigh higher up causing her to whimper a moan and her legs to spread wider, her breath coming in sharper gasps as her body betrayed her again and responded to his touch.

It started innocently enough, just trying to keep her calm, but when her body started responding to his touch, he couldn’t stop himself. His resolve broke, he could smell her arousal and he wanted her NOW. He squeezed her inner thigh so close to her zone and she moaned and her body shivered at this touch, but he wanted more, he wanted all of her. He placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, this time she didn’t fight. She wrapped her good leg around his waist and he pressed his hand into her, she arched against him. She smelled so good! Ky was howling. He kissed the back of her hands, nipping at her fingers letting her know he wanted to see her. She uncovered her face and when she looked up at him, he could see her arousal written in her eyes, he could see lust and hunger. He pressed his hand into her again and a moan escaped her mouth. He crashed his lips onto hers, she matched him move for move grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him closer to her. He bit her lower lip asking for entrance and she gave it to him, his tongue met hers and they danced and moved against each other.

Her hands wrapped around his neck and her fingers threaded through his hair gently tugging it. He groaned against her lips and pushed into her again and again. He laid her back on the table and leaned over her, his lips still claiming hers, he didn’t want to rush but he couldn’t wait either. He removed his hand from between her legs and pulled her hips closer to him, he pressed into her and she could feel him getting harder. He broke the kiss leaving them both gasping for air, but he did not want to stop, he kissed her again and she squeaked at the suddenness of it. He kissed down her jaw following the curve to her neck. When he reached the tender spot between her neck and shoulder she moaned again and angled her neck giving him better access.

“MINE!” He whispered into the crook of her neck as he continued to kiss and suck the flesh. His left hand found the hem of her shirt and started to slide underneath it, his fingers grazing her flat stomach. She arched against him, wanting, craving his touch. He ground his hips into her, allowing her to feel him, she gasped. His lips continued the trail of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone and started moving lower. He was at the top of her breasts, when his phone started to ring. He ignored it and continued his exploration of her body, slipping down one of the straps of her shirt, he pulled the top down lower and smiled when he saw the same lips on her bra that he saw on the front of her panties. He kissed the top of her right breast nipping at the flesh, tasting it and started moving lower, when his phone rang again, whoever it was wasn’t going away.

“FUCK!” He growled out.

“WHAT?” He yelled into the phone. He was standing between his mates legs hard as a fucking rock, this better be fucking important, like life or death important. His breath was ragged, and came in harsh pants. He listened intently as whoever it was on the other end talked. He still had his one hand under her shirt, tracing small circles over her stomach, his thumb dipped low just above the lace border on her panties and she released a moan.

“Can’t you deal with it?” He barked,

“And they need to do this now?”

“FUCK!” Removing his hand from her shirt he ran it through his jet black hair causing it to stick up a bit in the front, he glanced down at her then turned and walked away as the conversation continued, he found it hard to concentrate on what was being said when he could see her flushed skin in front of him.

“NO! I don’t want you to do that”

“FUCK! I’ll be there in 30 mins” he hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fucking great!

He glanced over his shoulder and saw her standing with her back to him, her posture was rigid and tense and he knew she was scolding herself for what happened or almost happened. This is not how he wanted this to turn out.

“Baby, I’m sorry” he started, she stiffened at that

“It’s fine” she said tightly

“No, it’s not fine” he went to touch her and she moved away before he could,

“Yes it is” she replied, whatever discussion she had with herself while he was on the phone, changed her mood, she became cold and distant. He looked at her, but before he could say anything she looked him right in the eye

“That can never happen again, you can’t kiss me anymore. Thank you for your help, but you need to leave now.” she hissed, challenging him. His eyes darkened and he crossed the room in two strides and pinned her to the wall with his arms on either side caging her in. Her eyes widened as she still felt his hardness beneath his jeans.

“Listen little mouse, we will finish what was started, that is a guarantee, but I do promise not to kiss you again until you ask me too, in fact you’ll beg me to do it” Ky surfaced for a few seconds and his eyes flashed blue, her eyes widened and she pushed back as far as she could go into the wall. The fuck was that? Her subconscious asked.

“But before you hold me to that promise one more for the road” she let out a small squeak when his mouth claimed hers one last time, it was hard and demanding he pressed harder into her, she matched his movements met his demand with her own proving that her want was just under the surface of whatever facade she used to mask it. When he broke the kiss off he cupped her face.

“Let the games begin’ he whispered in her ear causing her to gasp. With one last caress of her cheek he grabbed his first aid kit and walked out of the break room.

Oh Fuck! I’m in trouble! She thought as she watched him go. Well this is a fine mess you got yourself into! She glanced at the clock, she had five minutes to grab some fresh pants and get ready to open the warehouse. Limping over to where her pants were crumpled on the floor, she picked them up and looked at what was left of the zipper. Not much, she hated those pants anyway, and wasn’t really sad to see them destroyed. She grabbed her sneakers and quickly went upstairs to her loft in search of a fresh pair. When she came back downstairs her system was online and Georgie hadn’t shown up yet. Fucking figures! Her phone chimed alerting her to a message. She opened it to see it was from Georgie.

G: I won’t be in till Monday. I went to Vegas with friends”

The fuck Georgie, I actually fucking need you here, if Kane comes back he wont try anything if there is someone else present….will he? Don’t ask me! If her subconscious could shrug, she probably was. Dax sighed. Fuck! Now what? She replied back to Georgie that it was fine. Not like she does anything anyway! Not helping! Not trying! No shit!

She finished packaging up Johnny’s purchases, she would call him later to see if HE would come and pick them up, if he couldn’t she would just have them delivered. She did not want another encounter with the mountain named Kane who was hell bent on getting in her pants, hell he already did, and if it wasn’t for his phone ringing who knows how far it would have gone, she apparently went brain dead and functioned off some primal urge with him. She would have to keep her guard up from now on, she knew he was going to make it his mission to get with her, but she refused to be a notch on a belt and was not going to make it easy for him. Maybe he’ll give up and move on! Don’t hold your breath! If you can’t be helpful, then shut up! You saw the way he looked at you, that mountain will not give up till he’s had you. Again you’re as good as screwed, so you shut up, sit back and just enjoy it! Then if I’m going down, then I’m going down fighting. Whatever you say! Good talk!