Page 179 of The Alpha King's Fate

“We should have kept him alive longer. He should have begged for his death,” Gavin spat out.

“Nah. It was much more fun to watch that way,” Chase said.

It was more fun to kill Cole that way.

“When are you getting your new team member?” he asked Hugo.

Hugo and Keith exchanged glances before the new kid sat up straight and spoke.

“We’re being more thorough with the interviews so we don’t make another mistake,” he said.

Lincoln had been a colossal mistake but had been the strongest of them. Hugo would probably take over as the First—which would work out for all the packs in his territory, but he wouldn’t get involved in that decision. They were officially independent of the Circle and their bullshit.

“Yes, we’re concentrating more on the Hunters. I can officially declare that the West regions are Hunter-free,” Hugo said proudly.

Ryker snorted again. The Circle had officially declared war on the Hunters as if the revolution had been their idea all along. Ryker had issues with that as well.

“Well, if you...”

His voice trailed off when the sweetest scent hit his nose.

“Alpha?” Gavin prompted.

The scent wrapped around him and tightened his skin. It felt like a lover's touch, stroking every inch of him and hardening his dick.

“Dylan, you’re in charge. Take care of Hope. Everyone else, go home,” he growled before shooting out of his chair and jogging out of the conference room.

The scent led him up the stairs as if physically pulling him to the top floor. And when he opened his bedroom door, his gaze went straight to the bed.

Layla was naked and on her back, a sheen of sweat covering her body. Just like the first time she went into heat. But unlike the first time, his mate didn’t wait for him. She'd already buried her fingers in her sleek heat, and her back arched off the bed to aid them.

He closed the door and locked it without taking his eyes off her. Then he walked slowly to the foot of the bed. The first time Layla had touched herself, she’d driven him crazy enough to mark her. His mouth watered as he watched her fingers slide in and out of her. They were moving slowly, but this was just the beginning. Layla would drive both of them delirious with need before the day was out.

“Jax,” she whispered, and then she fell apart. Her body trembled as her throaty moans filled the room.

His eyes hooded and remained on the slickness between her legs. Layla only caught her breath for seconds before she pressed her thighs together and curled her toes. It was starting again.

“Fuck me, Jax,” she moaned.

His clothes felt too tight. It took him seconds to pull them off, but he remained at the foot of the bed, watching as his mate became feverish with need. Her lust mixed with his until nothing mattered except satisfying Layla’s needs.

When another orgasm racked her, he groaned and wrapped his fingers around his dick. He was harder than concrete, and precum was already dripping when he started to pump himself.

“No,” Layla protested when she opened her eyes and saw what he was doing.

She rushed off the bed and knelt in front of him. His dick was down her throat before he could refuse her. This wasn’t about him. He was supposed to take the edge off Layla’s heat, not fuckher pretty little mouth. And yet when she hollowed her cheeks and took him deep down her throat, he didn’t protest. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fought the urge to hold her down. He watched his dick slide in entirely and then out. Felt her hands cupping him, gently squeezing him.

But seconds before he shot his load, she released him with a slight smirk on her lips. She returned to the bed, went on all fours on the edge, and then turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were glowing, burning with the fire that infected them both. She looked sexy as fuck.

“Fuck me, Jax,” she repeated.

As if he could have held out any longer. He slid into her swiftly, and her breath hitched as he stretched her. She lowered her torso to allow him to go deeper and moaned his name before he even moved. Her muscles tightened around him before she started to twitch.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

She hadn’t been that strong that first time. He leaned in deeper and closed his eyes, calling on his beast to help him keep control. He had to hold on. This was a long game, and pacing himself was just as crucial as ensuring Layla was satisfied.

He moved, and immediately Layla started to moan again.

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