Page 119 of Ruthless Alpha

“Well you won’t have to worry about that, trust me” she chuckles, rolling her eyes.

“What, you don’t think I’ll ever end up in Denver for pack business?”

“Sure you might, but you won’t find anyone I’ve hooked up with there.”

I stare at her for a long moment, puzzled.

The corner of Sloane’s mouth lifts and she lowers a hand to my chest, pressing her palm right over my heart; over the tattoo of her nickname inked onto my skin. “When I say you’re the only one, I mean it, Madd. Why do you think none of my relationships ever worked out?”

“But that Garrett guy,” I blurt, my brain still struggling to comprehend what she’s insinuating.

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, giving a little shake of her head. “Only you.”

Understanding finally dawns on me, and I just stare at her in stunned silence, completely speechless.

She never hooked up with anyone else. We were apart for eight long years, but she never moved on, never let anyone else in where only I’d been before. I’m hit with a wave of emotion- fierce possessiveness, feral desire, awe and love and relief. A growl tears from my chest as I stoop down to sweep Sloane up into my arms, tucking her against me in a bridal carry and striding toward the exit.

“Madd!” she laughs, looping her arms around my neck and kicking her legs playfully. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” I drawl, ignoring the calls of our friends as I carry her through the crowd of people. I take her straight out of the ballroom and down the long hallway adjacent to it- all the way to the double doors of the presidential suite at the end.

“Wait,” she breathes when I move to open the door, and I freeze with my hand resting upon the handle, looking to her in question.

Sloane drops a hand from my neck, reaching out to run her fingers over the tag we left in permanent marker when we were teenagers.Madd and Sloane, the duke and duchess of mayhem.

A smile curls her lips and she glances up at me, her green eyes brimming with adoration that I don’t deserve. “Okay,” she whispers, giving me a little nod, and I push the door open, carrying her inside.

Sloane’s eyes light up when she sees what’s waiting for her, her mouth falling open in surprise.

I understand her shocked reaction; I’m not the type of guy to make grand gestures. Well, scratch that- I used to be, but the last time I attempted a grand gesture, I almost got the girl I love killed. This one seemed safe enough, though, and the look on Sloane’s face right now makes the effort it took to pull this off completely worth it.

While she slept today, I came over here and cleaned the place up, knowing we’d wind up in this room at some point tonight. It’s always been our spot, after all. Our tag on the door says as much.

Sloane wriggles in my arms, signaling she wants to be let down, and I set her on her feet. As I turn to pull the door closed behind us, she steps further inside, drinking in the refreshed space with wide-eyed awe.

The king-sized bed on the far wall, where we lost our virginity to one another, has a fresh set of linens spread upon it, looking cozy and inviting.

The dressers and tables around the room, where she ran her fingers through the dust last time we were here, have been scrubbed clean, topped with as many candles as I could get my hands on. The flickering light of them casts a soft glow over everything, their flowery scent drowning out the musty smell this room took on after a decade of disuse.

I also mopped the hardwood floor, wiped down the sofa, and brought in a little portable speaker to play music. It’s not much, but it’s brought the suite back to some semblance of its former grandeur.

“You did this?” Sloane gasps, turning her awestruck gaze back on me.

I nod.

She flings herself into my arms, climbing up my body and peppering my face with kisses. “I can’t believe you did this!” she squeals between smooches.

“Hey, I can be thoughtful when it counts,” I laugh, lifting her by the backs of her thighs and walking her toward the bed. “This is your night, babe. I wanted to make it special.”

Reaching the bed, I lay her down upon it, shifting her toward the middle as I hover over her. She cups my face in both hands, staring into my eyes.

“I love you, Maddox Kessler.”

“I loveyou, Sloane Masters,” I reply, leaning down to claim her lips in a scorching hot kiss.

I lower my body on top of hers, dragging her dress up her hips while I continue kissing the hell out of her. I only break our kiss long enough to slip her dress off over her head and let her peel my shirt from my torso, and then our mouths fuse once more, my cock thickening behind the zipper of my jeans.

Her fingers start fumbling with the button, tucking into the waistband of my boxers and tugging to try to force them down my hips. I support my weight with one arm and reach down with the other to assist her, clumsily kicking my jeans down my legs as she kicks off her high heels. Once we’re both completely naked, she sweeps her palms over my chest and torso reverently, trailing them down and wrapping a hand around my heavy cock. It throbs in her palm, aching to be inside her, and she arches her back, spreading her legs in invitation.

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