KING: Alliance Series Book Two
: Chapter 49

King swallows my cry.

I’m still sore from the last time, from last night, but…he pulls out, the drag draws a moan from my throat.

It’s a good sore. An ache I’m afraid I’m going to start to crave.

When King slams his hips forward again, the room spins.

I break our kiss to throw my head back.

I feel like I’m floating. Like I’m in a magical half-aware state where everything feels… more. And I don’t know if it’s the tequila or the man between my thighs, but I’ve decided I don’t care.

Not right now.

Not tonight.

The hand on my lower back slides along my bare skin to my side, and King moves even closer, hugging me to him.

Comfort, like I’ve never known, blossoms inside me.

“My King,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He grunts, deep in his chest, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

“That’s right, Baby. Never forget it.” His hips don’t stop. His hand on the back of my head holds me tight. “Say it again.”

My legs tighten around his hips. “I’ll say it,” I pant, “when you make that sound again.”

His fingers tangle into my hair, tipping my head back. “What sound?”

His cock is relentless.

I don’t know how he does so many things at once. Thrusting deep, touching me, tugging my hair, forming sentences…

“What sound, Savannah?”

“The-the…” I don’t know how to describe it. I blink to clear the stars from my vision and look into his eyes. “That sound you make when I call you my King.” When I say his name, I clench my core muscles around him.

And the sound he makes is pure alpha male lust. Deep and growly. The sound of a man ready to blow.

“Fuck.” He pauses, his hips smashed against me. “Who knew my pretty little wife would be such a dirty little slut.”

I gasp but he doesn’t let me protest, he just slams his mouth down on mine.

Time slips away from me, as our bodies writhe together, as the darkness swirls around us.

Then a hand is between us, and his fingers are on my clit.

His other hand is still on the back of my head and he uses it to pull me away from the kiss and turn my head to the side.

King presses his lips against my ear, his hips working shallow thrusts, his fingertips still strumming me higher. “Someone’s coming.”

My body goes on alert at his words and, with wide eyes, I watch a flashlight beam approach from across the courtyard.

My breathing hitches.

If he shines that light through the glass…

“Does that make you hot, Baby?” He thrusts into me harder. “Do you want him to see you like this? Naked. Pussy stretched around my dick?”

My entire body flushes with heat.

“You want to make another man hard, letting him see how good you are at taking cock.”

I hug King to my body.

His big body. His length inside me. His dirty, filthy words.

I’ve never felt like this before.

Because I do. I do want all those things.

My eyes watch the man with the flashlight pass by the window, heading to circle around to the front of the house.

“Yes,” I whisper into the dark. “Yes, King.”

King’s fingers apply more pressure on my clit.

“Come for me, Wife.” His voice is so deep it’s almost unrecognizable. “Before he leaves, come for me.”

The flashlight beam bounces past the window behind me, and now I can’t see him. Can’t know for sure if he’s looking away, or if he’s watching. And that’s the last thread.

My control shreds, and I wrap myself around King as I come apart at the seams.

“That’s right,” he grunts. “Fuck, Baby. That’s it.”

His cock is hitting me deep, his fingers still strumming me, and I keep coming.

“King!” I say his name louder than I meant to, and my eyes that had slid shut, snap open.

He groans, his hand sliding out from between us to hold me as close as he can, as he comes inside of me.

And that’s when I see it. The movement in the shadows beyond the fire.

A man steps away from the side of the house opposite my room, and even though he’s far away, I swear he’s looking right at us.

It’s not until he’s out of sight that I realize he wasn’t carrying a flashlight, like the other guards.