Page 35 of The King has Fallen

He finally got the shirt unbuttoned and snapped it back off his shoulders, stretching his muscular arms back to pull the sleeves. When he whipped the shirt off and leaned forward to put it in the trunk there were scratches on the back of his shoulder.

Then, after a moment’s hesitation, he began unbuttoning his leathers.

I blinked as he shoved them past his hips, baring muscular buttocks that a woman could sink her teeth into. But then he continued to bend, to push the leathers to the floor, and I caught sight of the heavy, swinging testicles of abull.

A shriek of alarm sang through my core as he straightened, unashamed of his nakedness, folded the dirty clothes with short, efficient movements, then dropped them into the trunk and turned to walk to the bed.

I hadn’t meant to look. Wasn’t even curious—well, not much. But it was impossible to miss when he turned, both arms bent up as he worked to pull the leather tie from his tangled hair so that his upper-body arched, every muscle and… body part distinct in the light of the lanterns he’d never blown out.

At the sight of him in all his glory—golden skin, scars, muscles, and manhood… my breath stopped.

And then he did.

It took seconds for me to realize he’d stopped walking and was just standing there, watching me gape at him.

“Hungry, Fetch?” he purred.

Fear jangled in my veins, and I lashed out without thought.

“You should take more care sowing your seed with such abandon,” I sneered. “The last thing this world needs are more soulless.”

His smug smile went cold, and he took a threatening step towards me. “If you cannot speak sweetly, Fetch, do not speak at all. The King has an entire trunk of ball-gags that I am not afraid to use.”

I snapped my mouth closed, but my rage roared higher in my chest, burning behind my ribs.

Fucking arrogantfuck.

Then, the bastard just folded his arms and stood there, feet shoulder-width apart, displaying himself, one brow arched in a challenge.

But the movement of folding his arms made his length swing and my eyes were drawn down to look. I yanked my gaze back up to his immediately, but he was smirking again.

“Seems like there’s a compliment brewing in your eyes, Fetch.”

“If you believe that, you do not know meat all.”

He huffed and shook his head, but then I saw the prickle go out of him. His shoulders dropped along with his smirk as he turned for the bed again, muttering a curse and raking a hand through his hair again. The length fell down his back in a tangled mess.

“You know, just because you’ve fooled Jannus doesn’t mean you have fooled me also.”

“Your brother-in-arms is compassionate—a rare quality in your kind. I wouldnevermake the mistake of thinking you were the same.”

He growled and turned on me again, but instead of storming to me with rage as I expected, his brow furrowed, and he moved towards me with caution.

“You could eat. You know that. Hell, I would serve youmyselfif you would just bend your neck and give up that spear. Butno—”

“You say that as if I am a petulant child. We both know if you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t release it either!”

“What shoes? You are caged! Even if you threw it now and killed me, you’d only be dead at the hands of the next Neph to walk in here!”

“But they won’t have to kill me since you’re going to starve me, right? You sadistic pig,” I spat, tensing when his eyes widened.

The Nephilim had an intense disdain for pigs. I’d heard the word was a terrible insult among them, but never imagined—

“Pig?!”he snarled.

“I’ve watched you crunch bones!”

His lips twisted as he prepared to flay me with his tongue. I watched the rage wash over him and instinctively pressed back against the bars, eyes darting for an escape that was not possible as he stormed towards me, naked and furious, every inch of his massive body poised for violence.

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