The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 130

"Can you keep these on?" Alexander asked, toying with one of my earrings.

I always took my earrings off before we got in bed. It never occurred to me before that he noticed or minded. It was just a habit, so that they wouldn't get tangled in my hair or pulled by accident. My Alpha was not exactly always super gentle. To put it mildly. I'd never worn much jewelry before I met him. And I certainly had never owned anything so lavish as the pieces I'd now gotten used to wearing to work every day. When I moved into the palace, there had just been a closet full of clothes and jewelry here waiting for me. I found that I loved the long, dangly earrings the most, and especially the ones with gemstones.

The pair I had in my ears right now were delicate gold chains about three inches long dotted with tiny gold-set amethysts.

"If you promise to be careful with them." I gave Alexander a stern look.

He pressed his lips together, suppressing an amused smile, and nodded compliantly.

"Give me a few minutes to freshen up. And I'll make you a deal."

He breathed out a single chuckle. "Okay. What's the deal?"

"I will keep the earrings in. And you will give me a full-body massage."

He grinned, and agreed to my terms with a simple "yes, ma'am" that I enjoyed.

Maybe it was bossing my coworkers around all week. Or maybe hiring myself an assistant. I was just feeling bossy and confident tonight, ready to keep doling out instructions and making sure that they were followed.

I brushed my hair out and pulled it up into a bun before rinsing my body quickly in the shower. Then I slipped into a nightgown, washed and moisturized my face, and took my hair back down. And put my earrings back in. A little eyelash curl and dash of fresh mascara, and that was enough.

Alexander had made good use of this time, I found when I emerged from the bathroom.

He'd lowered the curtains and dimmed the lights. Lit a couple candles, one on my desk and one on our café table. Both glass surfaces glimmered under the flickering flames. And he'd littered the bed with white rose petals again. "You are something," I said. "Alexander..."

"You wanted a massage. And you know I like to do things right."

He peeled back the outer covers on the bed, scattering petals to the floor and making space for me to lie down on the crisp, clean gold sheets. I was feeling self-satisfied with this deal we had negotiated as I got into position. Alexander shifted pillows all around, propping some under my knees and ankles for comfort, all professional-like and officious, and then set to work.

He started with my feet. I gave him lots of direction as he worked his way up my body, letting myself moan when he touched places that gave me good relief, and bossed him around a little extra just for fun.

He said "yes, ma'am" every time I told him to do something. And then followed my orders exactly, and glanced up at me with a proud smile when I praised him for doing it right.

The massage I got from my fiancé, and the other treatments he gave me after that, did in fact bolster my appetite as expected. I was ravenous by the time we were finished, and it was no wonder. My mouth fell open when I realized I'd already been home for three hours. The time had disappeared.

It was a chilly day, and the sun had set. But the cool wisps of post-rain air that floated in through the cracked windows smelled fresh and delicious, and had both of us wanting to get out of the room for a stretch.

We dressed quickly in casual clothes and enjoyed a meal in the dining room together. We were comfortably quiet while we ate, both apparently super hungry. Alexander cleared his plate before I did, and scooted his chair close so he could wrap an arm low around my hips while I finished.

"Are you going to be up working for a while?" he asked as we walked back to the bedroom. He had his arm around my shoulder, warming me against the crisp, cold night air.

"I have a couple things to finish up, yes."

"I'm going to meet the pack for training in a little bit. So I'll be out of your hair."

I laughed a little. Just thinking about the fact that Alexander did in fact often like to put his face right into my hair.

This was my last night before my direct supervisor was returning. The CEO had put a lot of trust into me while he was away, and I definitely wanted to make a good final showing for this last meeting that I needed to run in the morning.

I did not plan on working quite so late. But Alexander looked displeased when he got back from working with his soldiers and saw that I was still at my desk. I did not understand why until I looked at the time on my computer screen and realized it was half past midnight.

I'd set my morning alarm to go off half an hour earlier than usual. Planning ahead to fit s*x into our busy schedules, even setting an alarm for it... I wondered if other couples ever did that.

Alexander had developed a habit, a kind of reflex. He would wake to my alarm going off and reach out to grab hold to some part of my body, usually my wrist, and drag me over to him to try to keep me in bed for an extra minute or two.

It wasn't necessary today. I had a second alarm set for my usual wakeup time.

When he snatched me over into his arms, I pressed my lips against his chest and started kissing it. He rubbed my back sleepily, his chest vibrating with a low, quiet growl as I moved my mouth across his skin.

"I love taking my time with you," he mumbled, rubbing his scruffy cheek against the side of my face. "But if you'd like, I can get you off quickly before you need to go to work..."

"Actually... you have thirty minutes," I told him. "You can do whatever you want with that time. As long as I can get out of bed the next time my alarm goes off. Just don't destroy me. I really need to start getting ready in half an hour." "Is that what I do? Destroy you?"

I pulled back to look Alexander in the eye. He was smirking. "You were there," I said. "You've seen what you can do to me."

"So... you're asking me to only make you come once?"

"Yes."

"And not too hard?"

He used his knee to part my legs, then slid his hand down between them and started stroking me with a light touch. I closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy. "That sounds acceptable," I said drowsily.

He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "You want it only like this?" He was plenty awake now, but his voice was still thick with recent sleep. "Or do you want my c**k, too?"

He rotated his hips into me while he said this, making me aware that he was prepared to deliver that second option.

I shivered. And had to take a long, slow breath in and out as he entered me with his fingers. "If you can give me that... and still take it kinda easy on me, then yeah. I want it."

He stretched out the length of his body with a big, excited growl and got a little faster with his hand, fingering me until I was on the edge and impatient to go over it and told him to get the f**k inside me now.

He said "yes, ma'am" again, and did as I demanded.

A lot of my clothes suddenly no longer fit me today.

The problem was my breasts. They were super swollen, now growing at a faster rate than my belly.

I picked out the one thing in my closet that would work for today: a sweater dress with buttons all down the front. Usually I wore it completely closed up, but this morning it was necessary to unbutton three of the buttons from the top down. Wearing it like this showed a bit more cleavage than I was used to doing in the workplace, but I deemed it still work-appropriate enough, and made a mental note that I needed to do some shopping asap.

Alexander noticed my predicament.

When I came out of my dressing room, he looked up, did a double take and then let his eyes linger on my chest while he filled a mug with steaming, cinnamon-scented decaf coffee. I worried for a moment that he was about to overfill the cup, but his attention snapped back to it just in time.