Page 60 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Cock buried inside Verity, our lips crashed together. Any doubt I had about our little alpha wanting me for the wrong reasons had dissipated.
It was still a little hard for me to accept that women would want me for anything other than my lineage, name, genetics, and the power and connections my family offered.
While I appreciated the fact that Verity found me attractive, I didn’t want that to be the only reason she wanted me. Same with me being convenient.
I yearned to be as important to her as everyone else in the pack. Because I might just be in love with her.
Those words lit me on fire.I missed you.I desired her. Not only her beautiful body. No, I craved a place in that giant, kind heart. I ached to see her face light upfor me.How I wanted to spend nights sitting with her watching sports. I yearned to curl up with her on the couch while waiting for the guys to come home, so I wasn’t so lonely when they traveled.
Breaking off the kiss, I fumbled for the belt that restrained her hands, still locked inside her. I’d never been locked by a female alpha before. For a moment, I really had seen stars. My still inflated knot was a little miffed that it wasn’t buried inside that warm cunt.
Being locked inside her made me fully understand why alpha females had trouble taking knots. They had to relax in just the right way, while still being able to do what they were made to do.
It made me want to train her to take my knot. PreferablybeforeJonas. No, I wasn’t competitiveat all.
That sweet ass would take my knot later tonight.
My belt fell to the floor, and I rolled us onto our sides, which was difficult on the narrow chaise. I rubbed her hands and wrists, a groan escaping her pouty pink lips.
“That feels good, my king.” Her eyes went half-lidded.
She was wearing makeup, though it was a light, natural look. I’d kissed off all her shiny gloss. Did she wear cosmetics because she liked to be made up? Or was it armor much like my own clothing?
A hit of anxiety shot through me as I wondered if she’d still admire me in sweats the way she did when I wore a suit.
“Are you okay, Princess?” I asked. That had been fast and hard.
“Beyond okay. That was amazing,” she breathed as her salt and driftwood scent flared with want.
“Good.” I rubbed her arms and gazed into her eyes. Her lock loosened enough for my cock to slip out, though I was ready to go again.
“We should get dressed and get dinner going.” A sigh escaped her lips. “I don’t want Mercy to wonder where we are.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s not.” Rolling off the chaise, I scooped her up and gave her another kiss on the nose as I moved to the secret door. “We need to shower.”
We should have stopped here and showered first after wading through the water in her apartment instead of going shopping straight away.
“If you want to have a nice soak after the shower to help with any stiffness after the flight, you should do it. Three people cooking at once gets a little crowded, anyway. If you miss the first bit of the game, I won’t tell.” Opening the door with one hand, I flipped on the light of the secret room and opened the door to my closet.
She looked up into my eyes. “That’s a tempting proposition, my king.”
My king.Iadoredhearing those words drip from her swollen lips.
“I’d be alright with you using the passage to my room sometimes,” I told her as we entered my closet. “After all, I have some clothes that you would lookravishingin, and I know you’ll care for them.”
“Like me wearing one of your soft custom dress shirts with the monogramming and nothing else?” She gazed around at the contents, which were hard to make out in the darkness.
“Mmmm, yes.” Or one of my T-shirts. “I… I’m not trying to shut you out. Honestly, if Grif and I are sleeping, I don’t care if you slip in next to us. Especially if you have a bad dream or get a mean text. Just use your ears and nose. I just like to have Grif to myself sometimes.”
She looked up at me. “You’re allowed to have boundaries, and I’ll be cautious. I’m guessing it’s like when I was in Jonas’ room, and he wouldn’t let Dean in. Said he didn’t get to see that.”
Relief that she understood whooshed over me as we emerged from the closet.
My room was bigger than the others and had a large balcony. Sometimes, when the weather was pleasant, I moved messier art projects out onto it. The room was dark, the curtains open, the city illuminating it. It didn’t have a corner view like Dean’s room, but it still was nice.
The couch and table I had in the corner weren’t for show. I had my own coffee cart and mini-fridge in here. When they were gone, I often had my morning coffee on the balcony. The carpet was plush and soft under my feet, and the walls a soothing pale gray with dark green accents.
“AJ, this is beautiful,” Verity breathed, eyes fixed on the skyline. She looked around the room. “I see what Mercy was saying. It would be easy to fit a desk in here.”
