The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 226

I opened my eyes. Alex was rubbing oil into his hands, straddling my waist and waiting for instructions. A new kind of shiver surged through me, this one full of ache and adrenaline. "You want me to boss you around a little?" The sultry sternness of my own voice surprised me a little.

He nodded, looking down at me with a doe-eyed, puppy dog expression.

I reached for his hands and pulled hard, planting them on my chest and dragging them in circles around my breasts. Alex growled out a deep exhale, letting me direct his movements and looking suddenly drunk with pleasure.

"My big, strong Alpha wants me to tell him what to do, huh?" I moved his hands to my shoulders. The hot, wet pressure under his palms and fingers felt incredible. His eyes were dark, glimmering amber in the candlelight. He nodded slowly, his hands following my lead all over my body.

I got the sense that Alex had a long and taxing day today. He'd been training the pack on new attack strategies. There was definitely a lot of shouting and command presence required in that work. His body was still wired from the vigorous workout, but I think his mind was also tired of being in charge.

And that suited me just fine. I was in a mood to be bossy.

I pressed his hands into my neck again, then released them and kicked him away. "Strip." He slid right off the bed with a throaty "yes, ma'am." I rolled onto my side and watched as he peeled off the remaining layers of his suit obediently. When he finished disrobing, I called him back into bed.

He leapt on top of me, positioning his hips between my legs and pressing me flat on my back.

Our bodies pulled together like magnets, but I pushed his chest up and away from me gently. "Did I say you could f**k me?" I reprimanded.

Alex grinned. "No, ma'am."

"Finish that massage you started," I told him, grabbing a fistful of his soft hair and tugging back just a little roughly. "Do a good job, and I'll give you a treat."

"Fuck," he groaned, stretching out the curse while he stiffened and shivered. "Let me kiss you first, baby. Please..." I let go of his hair and he lowered his head down to mine. He hovered his mouth right over mine, looked deep into my eyes, and waited. I smiled, hmming like I needed to consider the request.

He nuzzled his face into mine, rubbing his soft beard on my cheek, drifting his lips and nose all around my own, somehow resisting the intense gravity that was pulling our mouths to each other's...

After several painful seconds of restrained longing on both our parts, I finally said, "Okay. Kiss me." His lips crashed into mine in an instant. I swallowed down a growling moan that wrenched from his throat.

The deep pleasure of having his tongue claiming my mouth so savagely made me change my mind about our priorities. I pushed his face down to my neck and he kept kissing me there. "Forget the massage," I whispered into his ear. "I need you inside me-now."

He plunged his entire length into my core all at once, making me cry out in surprise. I was wet and ready for him, but still I almost felt as though the wind was knocked out of me at the force of his entry.

"Tell me how you want it," he said, pressing his hips up against me hard, keeping himself buried deep inside me, and once again pausing to wait for instruction.

That all-consuming wave of desire was washing over me again as my body and mind were flooded with my own pleasure as well as my Alpha's energy and emotions. Everything was red. I was plunged headlong underwater in a roaring ocean of love, l**t and longing. Our hearts synchronized their racing rhythms to beat in time with one another.

I was going to explode before he even started f*****g me.

I heard a sultry voice whispering, but hardly even knew what I was saying... I was channeling what Alex wanted, giving voice to his own desires. And he knew it. He looked down at me with a dark, wide-eyed look of awe mixed with burning, carnal passion. "Are you sure?" he rasped.

"Mm-hm. I want you to do everything that you want to do to me, Alex. Everything." I brought my hands to his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his hard muscles, knowing it would set him off.

Finally he let go. He started drilling in and out of me so hard and fast, his body became a blur. I'd been so turned on already, I started to orgasm within seconds. And it wasn't just my body that felt like it was shattering. My mind went to splinters, too. A riptide swell caught me in that hot red ocean of extreme pleasure and dragged me down, deeper and deeper into fathomless depths. I vaguely remember screaming...

I don't know how I lasted as long as I did. Alex didn't wait for me to come down from my first climax before manhandling me into a new position and f*****g me hard again while strumming his fingers on my c**t and forcing me right back down into the ether. His grunts of pleasure were inhuman, his movements fast and rough; he was loving it - and the hot thrills that coursed through him at the fulfillment of his fantasies zipped right into me like electrical currents.

At some point, his steely embrace loosened and I slumped onto my back in the bed...

And promptly passed the fuck out. Alexander

I let Fiona snooze for a few minutes, then got myself dressed when I realized she wasn't getting up, bundled her in a blanket and carried her like a baby down to our room. I'd texted Nina ahead of time so she could open the door for me. She slipped right out as Fi and I slipped in, and I tucked my wife into our bed.

She was sleeping so soundly, so deeply that 1 got drowsy watching her. Sleepier than I'd felt in a long time.

My body was also unusually well tired out after a long day of training and then an unexpectedly wild late night date with my Luna. I think our short but intense little tryst destroyed the both of us, actually.

I started fading fast once I got into the shower. And as soon as I joined Fi under the covers and wrapped my arms around her, I knocked out. We both slept like logs till Lexi woke us up just before sunrise.

"Is this new?" I asked, fingering one of the shoulder straps on the dark purple dress Fiona just had me zip her up into. It was gorgeous, a floor-length, form-fitting dress that walked a line between dressy and casual. It was satiny soft and fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in a way that made me want to rip it right off of them...

She wheeled to face me. "Yes. Nina made me order some new clothes last week."

"Well." Now I caught myself stuck staring at my wife's cleavage. The neckline of the dress also worked an edge, high enough to be somewhat professional but low enough to be definitely sexy. I swallowed and tore my eyes back up to hers. "I like it." "Good." Fi leaned in and stood on her toes to kiss me. "Let's get going," she said, pulling away and glancing down at her smartwatch. "Don't want to be late to our own party."

The "party" was a formal breakfast that we were hosting for our visitors. We brought the baby along with us and were of course the first to arrive.

Grayson and Liv joined us in the dining room a few minutes later, followed closely by Chase and Dana.

Fashionably late as usual, Kayden and Nina were last to filter in.

The spread on the table was elaborate and filled the room with rich aromas, both savory and sweet.

There were trays of hearty breakfast sausages, baskets of fresh baked breads, herb roasted potatoes and eggs cooked three ways; waffles, pitchers of warm syrups, and an assortment of chocolate-filled and honey-soaked pastries...

Glasses were filled - champagne for most, orange juice for myself; I needed my senses sober and keen today - and I was about to offer a toast of thanks to our guests for coming, when Grayson beat me to the punch. He was seated opposite me at the other head of the table. When he rose from his seat, he met my eyes.

"I'm sorry if I'm out of place to be the one raising a glass in toast," he said. "But I have to tell you, Alpha Alexander, it's such an honor to be here. My Luna, our pack and I have nothing but respect for you, Sir. The both of you." He lowered his head and moved his eyes to Fiona.

"Thank you for calling upon us. Whatever it is that the crown might need from our pack, we are here to serve." With that, he raised his glass.

The party celebrated cheerily. I glanced at Fiona and found her looking like she was in a trance. She participated in the clinking of glasses, but I could tell she was paying no mind to what her hands were doing.

Her eyes were on Grayson, watching his every move. She was squinting slightly, her head cocked to the side.

She was reading his energy. Or perhaps puzzling something out. She held the kind of smile on her face that I knew was affected, but which seemed to fool most others. Or so I found myself hoping.

I mindlinked her. Warned her she was being a tad obvious. Staring.

Fi smirked and slowly dragged her eyes over to mine.

Well excuse me, came her sassy reply. I thought we were here to work...