The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 93

We walked back to our room hand in hand, in silence.

I was torn between absolutely cherishing the revitalizing warmth of Alexander's touch and spiraling into anxiety over the strange situation that had just unfolded in the parking lot.

"Are you alright, Fiona?" he asked timidly once the door was closed behind us. "Did Iris upset you?"

"I'm fine," I said. "That whole situation just caught me by surprise."

He frowned. "I know. I'm sorry. Come sit with me, let's talk."

This was not how I had been envisioning our reunion.

We sat beside each other at the table and Alexander held out his hand, asking for mine. I gave it to him and he brought it to his lips. I watched his eyes flutter closed as he planted a soft kiss on the back of my hand, his lips lingering there for several seconds. My body reacted, going warm all over.

I waited for him to start talking first.

"Iris isn't well, Fiona," he finally said. "I didn't know that when I went looking for her. My original plan was to get her an apartment nearby while I worked with her on preparing her testimony for my mother's case. But when I found her..." He shook his head, frowning.

"She was shot in the head many years ago." His tone turned grave. "And she still suffers some symptoms from the injury. She has headaches, and she's lost part of her memory. It's not going to be as simple as I thought, using her as a witness. I only hope that getting her medical care can help her finally recover. Hopefully with some time and treatment, she'll remember the details that I need her to."

"Wait. So does she even know what happened to your mother?"

"She's not sure. She can't remember that time period, not right now. My mother's death occurred either the same day, or at least the same week, as her shooting."

"Hm. Convenient." The words slipped out before I had time to think about how Alexander might take them.

He narrowed his eyes and gave me a confused look. "What does that mean?"

"I'm sorry, I just have to wonder how sincere this woman is being. Maybe she wasn't even there at all when your mother died. Maybe she is just telling you all these things so that you would bring her here."

Alexander's eyes went huge. "Why in the world would she do that?"

I almost laughed. "Don't you see the way she looks at you?"

A flush of pink appeared on Alexander's cheeks. He looked down at our hands, which were still clasped together.

"I don't think it's like that, Fiona. She was badly hurt, and she's still suffering. It seems like she probably was shot because of her involvement with my mother. How could I turn my back on her after that? She was the one who cared for my mother in her final days. I owe this to her. I owe it to my mother."

I felt backed into a corner. Anything more I said on the topic of my wariness about this strange woman was now going to be taken as disrespect to the memory of Alexander's departed mother.

"Forget it," I said, doing my best to sound sincere. "I'm just tired. It's good of you to offer care to this woman who needs it. I was just very surprised by all this."

"I'm so sorry, Fiona. I wish I could have called you and given you a heads up, but..."

"You don't need to explain. I know you didn't have cell service out there. It's fine. Really."

I offered Alexander my best smile, ready to be through with this conversation.

His face was lined with worry. "The last thing I want to do is upset you in any way, Fiona. Believe me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all week."

He pulled my hand to his lips, kissed it again. Then his lips slid up to my wrist and started heading upwards. My skin tingled under his touch. I wanted to melt down into the feeling, but I was still a bit rattled.

"Don't you need to get back to your guest?" I asked. If he picked up on my sarcasm, he didn't let it faze him.

He shook his head No, keeping his lips on my skin and moving up my arm slowly, pausing every inch to plant a kiss. When he neared my shoulder he lifted his mouth, bypassing the short sleeve of my dress, and moved it to my neck. One of his hands slipped onto my thigh and started to stroke it with a featherlight touch.

I found myself beginning to pant for breath.

He whispered into my ear, "Nothing in the world could tear me away from you right now." Then he buried his face in my hair, breathing heavily.

I had to set my anger and worry aside. I could pick them up tomorrow if I decided I still needed them.

A primal instinct was rising up inside me. My wolf was on alert, having sensed a rival encroaching on my territory. And I was brimming with a hungry, vicious desperation to mark my Alpha as mine.

"Take me to bed," I demanded.

He didn't need to be told twice.

He scooped my body up into his arms and kicked away the chair I'd been sitting on, sending it flying into the wall. I heard the cracking sound of wood breaking, and would later see that one of the chair's legs had snapped off.

Alexander laid me down in bed gently and started covering me in kisses, inching my dress up my legs and making a gravelly mmm noise in his throat. He almost climbed up on top of me, but then hesitated. "What's wrong?"

He frowned. "Let me take a very quick shower," he said. "I've been traveling all day. I don't smell great."

I did not want him to leave me. But I also could not argue about the smell. He was covered in all kinds of strange fragrances.

"Hurry," I told him. My voice came out like a whimper.

He liked that very much.

And he did what I asked. The shower came on; I hardly had time to get up, retrieve a glass of water from the kitchenette on the other side of the room and carry it back to bed before I heard it turn off again.

Then a few seconds later Alexander was emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, damp and naked and already getting hard, running a towel through his hair and looking at me with that lovely, sexy intensity.

I let my eyes rove his body, taking in the visual treat. When I met his gaze again, he was smiling smugly. He liked to see me lusting for him.

He threw the towel to the floor and leapt up onto the bed. His body was thrumming with impatience.

My dress began to inch up my legs again. I moved to help take it off, but Alexander gave me a sharp little shake of his head and a coy smile that I took to mean he wanted to do it himself. I lay back and let him undress me.

He was rock hard by now, and I wanted him badly. I reached down and tried to guide him inside me, but he wouldn't let me. He pulled my hands away and pinned them over my head, easily circling both of my wrists in one of his big hands. It seemed like he was playing a little game with himself. Seeing how long he could keep up the sweet and gentle worship of my body without giving in to his own desire.

"Please," I begged him.

He smirked darkly. "Please what?"

His free hand slid down between my thighs and started to explore.

I moaned, writhing underneath him. One finger found its way inside me and started to pulse, very slowly, in and out.

"Is that enough?" he asked playfully.

I shook my head. "No. I need more."

"Tell me," he said, bringing his mouth back to my neck. His grip on my wrists tightened. His other hand pressed hard against the most sensitive part of me, making me gasp wildly. "Tell me what you want," he breathed into my ear. "F**k me," I whispered.

Those were the magic words, apparently.

That's when he lost his little game of self-restraint.