Page 23 of Taming the Kraken

“Mmm, I usually love how it ends. And lookie, here we are, already in the bedroom.” Lee reached out, grabbing the bottom hem of her shirt as his lips crashed down on hers. They were still awake, so they might as well make the most of this situation. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to their bed. No matter how much time had passed between them, he could never get enough of her. And he knew he never would.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Alexa sighed loudly as she climbed into bed. She listened to the deep, rumbling laughter coming from Mikah, whose bed was at the far wall opposite of her bed.

“I can’t believe my father is okay with you sleeping in the same room as me. You are still a guy after all.”

“Yeah, but he knows I don’t look at you as a woman.”

“Oh? Then what am I?” she asked as she pulled the covers up to her chest.

“A sassy, spoiled princess.” He snorted as he turned to look at her. The room was dark, but he could see clearly with his exceptional eyesight.

“I see. So if I strip down naked in front of you, it would have no effect on you at all?” Alexa listened to Mikah scoff loudly.

“No.”

“Oh really?”

Mikah sat up and looked toward her bed. “Would you expect Brody to be aroused seeing your mother naked?”

“Well, no, because they are siblings … AWW, Mikah! You do look at me as your sister.” Alexa sat up, squealing, and looked over at him.

“I never wanted your parents to adopt me because I didn’t want parents again. I didn’t want … but anyway, a sister I can handle.” He smiled at her for a moment before he laid back down on his bed. “A troublesome sister, but a sister nonetheless.”

“I love you, Mikah.” Alexa made a kissing sound and flopped back onto her bed. “You’re my brother too. And I would be totally mortified to see you naked.”

“What about seeing Ken naked?” Mikah teased.

“Um, I saw him with clothes on, and all I will say is wow. And I can’t wait to⁠—”

“Ugh, Lex!” Mikah closed his eyes in disgust. “Keep it PG. This isn’t girl chat time. Wait for Raine for that. We aren’t going to talk about … those things … ever. As far as I’m concerned, you will live your life as a nun, and if you get pregnant, it will be a virgin miracle.”

Alexa giggled. She hopped up and quickly ran over to her closet, making Mikah sit up and look at her like she was crazy. He saw her grab something and jump back in bed.

“What was that?”

“Ken’s shirt. It still has just a little bit of his scent left on it, and it’s comforting.”

“Go to sleep, Lex.” Mikah rolled over, annoyed.

“Nighty night, Mikey.” Alexa pulled the shirt up, nestling her head on it. She couldn’t sleep in his arms right now, so this would have to be good enough.

Ken used his connection to her to pinpoint her exact location and teleported into her room. He just couldn’t take it. He needed to see her and make sure she was home safe. He peered around the dark room and noticed the two beds. He looked over at the male body that he knew to be Mikah, Alexa's guardian, who looked to be sleeping soundly instead of watching Alexa. He took a couple of steps toward Alexa, and a low, deadly growl rippled through the room. He stopped and turned to see the intense eyes drilling into him. Like a silent assassin. The bear knew he was there and was watching him.

Ken raised his finger up to his lips. Hush, little bear. Don’t wake my princess.

Your princess? Pfft. You haven’t even been around her to make a claim on her. Mikah leaned up on his arm to look more directly at the man.

When Mikah first sensed someone in the room, he went into combat mode. But then he detected his scent, and he recognized it. He had never seen Ken before, but he knew his scent because of that shirt Alexa was holding. This man in front of him wasn’t a threat to her, and he was someone Alexa really wanted in her life. Once Alexa and Ken marked each other, Mikah would also be Ken’s guardian. Not that he needed one.

I’ll be claiming her soon. She is mine. Ken arched his brow at Mikah, seeing if he would challenge this.

Is that right? Well … Mikah rolled onto his back and yawned. Will you do it already and start helping me? She’s a handful.

Ken smiled and turned to look at his golden-haired angel sleeping. He silently walked up to the bed to get a closer look at her. His brows furrowed as he studied the item she was clinging to. Then it hit him. It was his shirt. A wave of warmth flooded over him. His sweet little mate. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised it over his head.

I’m in the room, remember? I don’t need a show.