The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 136

Nina helped me carry all my shopping bags in from the car. It was necessary, because I'd bought a lot of stuff.

I had texted Alexander to let him know when we were parking at the palace, and he replied right away saying he'd slip out of training in a few minutes so he could spend the rest of the evening with me.

I was contemplating how to politely suggest to Nina that she should get lost now. But when I looked up from my phone, the slant of her perfectly-shaped eyebrows told me she already understood. "Well, I should probably get going," she said. "I kept you on your feet all afternoon. I bet you probably want to... lie down now."

"My god, Nina." At least in part because I was in fact very tired from our outing, I dissolved into laughter. "You know, you really have a way with words."

"Ha. Thank you. I aim to entertain. No, but really, I'm gonna head out. You need your boo time. I'm guessing he just told you he's on the way over here now that you're back."

"Can I ask you just one favor, Nina? Can you not call him that, when he's around?"

Nina narrowed her eyes at me. "Your boo? Why? Too cutesy? Do I embarrass you?"

"Yes. You know why. I don't want him to get the wrong idea."

Nina met me where I stood and gave me a goodbye hug. When she pulled away, she gripped my shoulders and looked me squarely in the eye.

"Fi, you gotta know. Those ideas are already in that man's head."

"What? How is it you know what's in Alexander's head?"

"Guess I don't, not really. But I see the way he looks at you. And..." She shrugged. "I might have a little inside information, too."

"Inside information?"

Nina nodded, pressing her lips together tightly.

"You mean Kayden? Is that what you were doing this morning, you came here early to talk to him?"

"Well..."

"Nina! You asked him for information about Alexander?"

"Just a couple things, okay?" Nina slipped her shoes on and opened the door. She was practically fleeing now. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, babe. Have fun tonight. Bye!" And then she was gone.

Not thirty seconds later, Alexander was coming in.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw him.

"Oh, wow," I mumbled. He was shirtless and glistening. I could smell the salt of his sweat.

He laughed under his breath with a smug smile on his lips. "You look good, too."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. I like your hair like that." He eyed my ponytail interestedly.

"I like... you like that." The words struck me as clumsy and awkward when I heard them come out of my mouth, but Alexander appeared to find them acceptable.

He approached me quickly and reached for my neck, but then kept his fingers hovering an inch away. "Didn't you tell me something once about wanting to lick some sweat off my body?"

I nodded up at him. My mouth was watering.

"Well. I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to now." He brought his fingertips to my lips. I parted them and let him slip his fingers inside my mouth. I closed my lips around them and sucked while he slowly pulled them out.

That little taste forced my hormones to take over. In an instant I had my tongue on Alexander's chest, taking big licks of the salty-sweet glaze that covered his warm, hard body.

His chest rumbled with a growl of enjoyment, and his hands went to my long ponytail and started stroking it.

"Taste like you imagined?" he asked.

I met his eyes and licked my lips. "Mm. Even better."

He chuckled. Then he stroked the side of my face, gazing down at me intensely.

It was not exactly how he usually responded when I was like this. Other times when I was all over him, Alexander would be carrying me to bed in an instant. Not slowing things down. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head like no but said, "I'm sorry. Guess I'm a little distracted."

I took his hand and led him over to the bed. "Come sit," I said. I really needed to get off my feet.

"I should take a shower first," Alexander grumbled.

"Just sit down for a minute."

He obliged, easing his body down on the edge of the bed, very close beside me.

"What's wrong? Is this about tomorrow?" I asked cautiously.

He dropped a warm, heavy hand onto my thigh and said, "Yes."

Alexander

I provided Fiona with a careful summary of the situation I was facing, beginning with what happened while I was traveling and ending with what I was going to do tomorrow.

Of course, I omitted some details. Fiona did not need to hear about the comment that had incited the altercation in the club in the first place. I only needed her to know the gist of what was going on, and gratefully she did not press me for details. "I'm sorry to hear about all that," she said when I'd finished talking.

"It'll be fine. I'll have a conversation with their pack leader to smooth things over, and hopefully that will be the end of it. It's just something I have to go take care of."

"I'm sure you will get it under control." Fiona nodded at me seriously. The calm look in her blue eyes was reassuring, communicating that she had total confidence in me.

"I am sorry that I won't be able to spend the day with you tomorrow."

"I know," she uttered quietly. She brought one of her cool hands to my forearm, touched her fingertips to my skin lightly and started to glide them upward.

My Luna simply wasn't one for sentimentality. I'd learned that early enough, and learned not to take it personally. I watched as she took a hard swallow, eyeing my body like she was hungry.

"You seem worried, though," she whispered. Her hands continued feeling me up, and her tone of voice was going husky with desire. But her words were serious.

She brought both hands up to the sides of my face and met my eyes again.

"Is this going to be dangerous - visiting the prison?"

I turned my face to sneak a quick kiss onto the palm of one of her hands, forcing a smile to flash across her lips.

I sighed. "It's not that. I think I'm just... feeling disappointed in the situation. And wishing that this wasn't necessary."

"I can understand that."

"You can?"

"Of course. People are disappointing," she said stoically. "It doesn't mean that you have failed as their leader. What matters is how you respond when others fail to meet your standards. It's just a fact that they will."

For whatever reason, I was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss Fiona on the lips. That was my only thought for a long, spellbound second. The hazy but intense memory of the one time she and I did kiss flashed through my mind. She gave me a funny look and asked, "What?"

"Nothing. Just... you are very wise for your age. How did you get to be so smart?"

"I don't know. I just pay attention."

"Even if you've got a big distraction right in front of you." I caught her eye and made sure she caught my change of tone.

"I am capable of thinking about two things at once." She dragged a cool fingertip down between my pecs.

"Yeah? What are you thinking about now?"

She gave me a very deliberate look that got me started feeling weak, batting her long eyelashes and licking her lips, then said, "I am thinking about licking you like a popsicle."

"Oh, f**k. Yeah, you go ahead and do that, baby."

She had her mouth on my neck a moment later, kissing it hard and then running her tongue up and down it hungrily.