Page 55 of The Alpha King's Mate

Malakh purred at the sight.

She blinked at us.

Mate.

A knock at the door had us both snarling, low and immediate, but the thud of retreating footsteps followed fast.

Food.

I prefer your cum, she said through our bond, the thought arriving with a satisfied little hum behind it.

My wolfish smile, teeth and all, made her heat flare brighter, the scent of her spiking sharp and sudden.

She laid her tongue flat and licked me from palm to fingertip, chasing every last drop of my seed with single-minded focus.

I dragged her onto my lap, settling my Queen on her throne, savouring the bite of her claws against my chest as her breasts began to sway. I dipped down to catch one stunning peak as she rode my cock again, her rhythm finding its own hungry pace.

Chapter 27

Aliana

Every part of me felt as if it were caked in his seed. I could feel it beneath my hand, but he wouldn’t let me bathe yet. The aftermath was brutal. The mattress had been dragged to the middle of the floor. The wooden bed frame lay shattered. Bedding ripped. The clothes he’d given me for comfort, shredded—nothing left of the room that resembled how we’d found it.

I lay on the damp mattress, staring at the ceiling, wondering idly if his cum had somehow made it up there too.

Purposeful footsteps padded across the wooden floor.

I couldn’t turn my head, but my peripheral vision caught him anyway. Black ink scrawled across his chest, dried blood streaked through it in dark, cracked lines. His cock rested heavy between his thick thighs, spent for now.

I turned my head slowly, wishing I had the energy for one last time.

“The bath is ready.”

I grunted, the sound scraping out of a throat gone raw.

He didn’t hesitate before bending down to scoop me off the mattress. His eyes had returned to deep, dark pools of wickedness, warm and knowing.

“Don’t think now that you’re bred, I’m going to stop filling you up.”

My eyes widened, though I still lacked the strength to speak.

“Every single day and night,” he whispered against my temple.

The water in the bath wasn’t too hot, gentle against skin that felt rubbed raw all over—exactly what I needed as he settled me into the tub. He climbed in behind me, and I decided I needed to discuss this new development with Ember. Soon. Very soon. This couldn’t be normal.

???

No one spoke. No one made eye contact.

Not even Talon looked up.

Only Ember wore a satisfied, smug grin.

I guessed everyone had found out about the state of our bedroom.

Malakh purred behind me, low and content, and Sorin’s fingers spread wide to cover my belly, warm and possessive even through the fabric of my shirt.

This was the first meeting with his men since the heat—and they all looked too terrified to speak.