Page 85 of King Alejandro

“Oh, fuck!” She gasped the moment my tongue flicked along her smooth pussy.

Her hand tangled into my hair, tilting her head back against the wall as I devoured her. Her moans became louder as my tongue flicked her clit. I knew my men would be there soon with the boy. We had a matter of minutes.

I liked the challenge. I looked up at her, the curve of her breasts blocking my view of her face as I ate her out, licking, sucking, and flicking her clit as she moaned, her entire body reacting to me. Her sighs and moans became louder, driving me fucking crazy. This was my fucking addiction. She was my fucking drug. My lethal pleasure that I couldn’t live without.

“I’m going to come… fuck, Al… nh…”

She moaned in pure pleasure. She grinded against my face as she neared. I slipped two fingers into her and began fucking her hard and fast, my tongue moving fast along her clit. Her juices coated my fingers, her walls clamping around them as she neared her release. My dick was hard, straining against my pants. She was fucking heaven and more. No woman compared with the nympho above me and never could.

She cried out as her orgasm tore through her, her walls clamping around me as her juices trickled out of her. I didn’t stop, not until she had ridden out her orgasm, whimpering breathlessly above me as she struggled to move back. I growled, lifting her other leg onto my other shoulder and plunging my tongue into her dripping core. She tasted fucking heavenly. I licked up every drop of her sweet juices as she trembled, trying to move back.

“Alejandro…”

“Now that was dessert,” I murmured, moving back slightly and running my tongue along her inner thigh, licking up her sweet juice and admiring her smooth pussy once more.

A soft moan left her before she slid her legs off my shoulders, and I stood up, kissing her again.

“See how fucking good you taste?” I growled when I pulled away, admiring the slight blush that crossed her face. My fucking sexy nympho.

Just then, Julio mind-linked to say they were outside.

Right on fucking time.

For Forever

Alejandro

Kiara wiped herself clean with some wipes, and I splashed my face with water before we both headed downstairs. She cast me a warm smile before she hurried to the door and pulled it open.

Julio gave us a nod, and I didn’t miss his gaze flickering to Kiara’s neck, one that still contained a few marks. I was sure we both still smelled of her arousal, and a flare of possessiveness shot through me. I gave him a cold glare, and he looked away, looking slightly embarrassed as he realised I was fucking shirtless, too.

Fucker. If he didn’t have a mate, I’d have fucking ripped him apart, but I knew he was just a nosy dickhead.

“Hey, Enrique. I’m sorry if we disturbed you from sleep.” Kiara’s voice brought me back to reality, and I dismissed Julio with a jerk of my head. He gave a nod and placed the bag he was carrying down before taking his leave.

“I wasn’t sleeping, Queen Luna,” he replied. I cocked a brow. So he called her Queen and called me Lycan. I hid a smirk. The fucker had gall, I’d give him that.

“Then let’s get you set up in a bedroom where you can get a good night’s sleep.” He frowned and looked at me suspiciously.

“Giving me a place in your home won’t get me to talk,” he remarked.

“I know,” Kiara said, ruffling his hair. He jerked away from her, and she turned, about to pick up the bag, when both the boy and I reached for it simultaneously. I raised an eyebrow, allowing him to pick it up.

“I’ll carry it,” he muttered, frowning as he stared ahead. Either he was smart and knew I was watchinghim, or maybe I was being too paranoid. Not once did he look around, scanning the place.

I was allowing him to stay, yet there were going to be guards outside his windows as well as his bedroom door. I wasn’t going to allow him a free pass to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

He followed Kiara up the stairs, and I followed, trying not to look at her sexy ass. She walked down the hall as the few men who were standing around nodded at us as we passed. I didn’t like my men in our home, but with everything going on, we needed to be careful, and someone needed to be observing the kids constantly. Kiara stopped outside one of the unoccupied guest rooms and opened the door, flipping the switch on.

“I hope it’s okay?” Kiara asked him. He didn’t reply. Placing the bag down, he gave her a nod as an answer.

“I will sleep now.”

Kiara nodded. Going over to the bed, she pulled the bedding back, and I leaned against the doorframe. She was too fucking good to everyone…

“I don’t sleep on beds. As werewolves, we don’t need blankets, nor do we need a comfortable resting area. That only makes us lazy,” he replied curtly, walking over towards the window. Well, he had a fucking point… I hated getting out of bed when I was in it with my doll.

“Have you tried it?” Kiara asked.