Page 15 of The Kingpin’s Omega Lover (River City Omegas #2)

SEVEN

After the relatively simple exchange with Remington, King hadn’t expected his evening to devolve into a series of chaotic events, including a crash, a whispered warning, talking to police, and spending hours wasting time in a hospital emergency room.

He’d been briefly scared for Bishop’s health and his future with Kensley, but Bishop was a master of escaping consequences.

He was battered but alive, and King had gone home braced for Kensley’s condemnation.

Except he hadn’t seen Kensley. He had been confronted by the living embodiment of confusion and rage that was Malori Cann.

Concerned for King’s wounds and furious that he’d been run off the road.

Commiseration over the pain of a child who no longer remembered the details but who used it to fuel his adult ambitions.

They’d talked, about more than King ever liked to share, and he needed it to stop.

Needed things to return to a level he understood.

One of two things that made sense: sex or pain.

And since he never wanted to cause Malori more pain than he’d already endured, sex it was. Sex he wanted with a man he wanted.

Truly wanted more than almost anything else.

“Take. It.”

King saw the shift in Malori’s eyes, the instant change from confused hesitation to focused determination.

But he wasn’t prepared for the swift way Malori shoved King onto his back, straddled his waist, and kissed him.

No, kiss wasn’t the word. Malori devoured his mouth, much like yesterday morning, and King let him.

He’d give Malori anything he wanted, right here on the couch, guests and guards be damned.

His dick went from interested to fully hard so fast he got a little dizzy from the sudden shift in blood flow, and the thick erection grinding into his stomach promised they were going to have an unforgettable night.

Malori licked his way from King’s mouth to his right ear, and King released a surprised yelp of pain when Malori bit the lobe. Bit hard.

“Still want me to fuck you?” Malori whispered, his voice so low, so seductive King would have promised him everything. Agreed to anything short of betraying his loved ones.

“Yes, fuck yes, I do.”

“I’m not taking my clothes off.”

King hooked his thumbs in the waist of Malori’s sweatpants. “Kinda need to take a few things off for this to work.”

“I just need to push those out of the way.” Malori nipped his earlobe again, then raised his head, the anger in his eyes both frightening and breathtaking. “I can’t be naked right now. Maybe another time, but not tonight.”

The silent promise that this wasn’t a one-off, this wasn’t simply a reaction to King’s accident, made King’s heart turn over in a wonderful way he couldn’t identify. It also made his vengeful side rage on Malori’s behalf. “All right. Whatever you need, angel.”

Malori traced his fingertips across King’s cheeks and forehead, as if mapping his face. “Have you ever been with an aroused omega man?”

“No.”

“I’m getting wet. It’s biological. It doesn’t mean I want it.”

“Hey.” King threaded his fingers lightly through Malori’s soft, blond curls. “I know. Biological functions aren’t consent. I promise I won’t take from you, Mal. Do you believe me?”

“I want to.”

King smiled. “I love that you’re honest with me. Please, don’t ever spare my feelings for the sake of honesty.”

“Are you sure you want me to promise that?”

“Fuck, yes. I employ a lot of yes-men, which is to my advantage when it comes to business. But not in my personal life. Why do you think I’ve been friends with Bishop for two-thirds of my life?”

A brand-new, teasing intensity lightened Malori’s eyes. “You really wanna talk about Bishop when I’m two minutes from putting my dick in your ass?”

“No. And I hope you’ve got some spit ready to go, because I don’t keep lube stashed all over the place.”

“I’ve got something better than spit.”

Before King would process that, Malori slid down the length of his body and attacked King’s fly.

Belt then slacks, and he shoved them both down.

King still had his shoes on, which made the entire production of getting his pants off both hilarious and annoying, but they managed.

Being naked from the waist down, while still wearing a pressed shirt, was a bit of a mind-fuck, and one King was eager to continue experiencing.

Having Malori fully clothed when he bent and took King’s cock into his mouth was a whole other sort of mind-fuck.

He didn’t expect it, and his first impulse was to pull Malori off.

To make sure this was okay. But Malori was in charge, in complete control of everything they were doing.

So instead of asking, King surrendered to the blow job, knowing full well it was the offering before the taking.

Malori’s talented mouth licked and nibbled and sucked, while his hands did their best to keep King’s hips from jerking too much.

King tried to stay still, to allow Malori as much control as possible.

To give himself a break from always being in charge and allow himself to fucking feel for a change.

And godsdamn, he felt a hell of a lot, and not just in his groin.

His emotions were rioting all over the place, turned upside-down by a skinny, scarred omega male he could toss off without breaking a sweat.

Instead, King was allowing Malori to run rampant over his supine body.

Fingers ticked across his taint then farther down, spreading saliva toward King’s hole. Smearing it across the tight, puckered muscle. King tried to relax, desperate for the fullness he knew was coming, eager to give this to Malori. He smacked the side of the couch and growled. “Come on!”

Malori, the little devil, nipped the head of his cock. “Soon, my knight.”

King growled again at the name, unsure how to take it. In chess, knights were minor pieces that moved in defense of the king and queen, important but not the highest on the board. Malori had made him the protector rather than the leader, and King was…okay with that. Great with it, in fact.

Malori licked his balls, and King keened.

He loved when anyone played with his balls, and Malori listened to his audible cues.

He rolled and played and sucked, until King was writhing.

Until he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, his body a coiled ball of need.

A new, squishy sound joined their gasps and moans, and then two slick fingers pushed into King’s ass.

The intrusion burned, and he didn’t understand the wetness at first.

Not until he opened his eyes and saw Malori reach behind himself, his sweats tucked below his own taut ass. Those wet fingers found their way into King’s body again, pressing, wetting him for what was to come.

Oh fuck, yes!

Malori was using his own natural lubricant to get King ready. The sheer dirtiness, combined with the absolute rightness, nearly short-circuited King’s mind. In his thirty-nine years, he’d never wanted anything more. Never needed to feel anything else so badly.

“Fuck me, please, angel,” King panted.

“Mine,” Malori said.

“Yes. Yours.”

“Fuck!”

Nothing in his life could have prepared King for this moment—for feeling this gorgeous, lust-filled, omega man press the head of his cock against King’s asshole and—with King’s blessing—push inside his body.

To accept the thick slide of another man’s cock, the heavy intrusion and light burn and the fucking fullness of it all!

King shouted. Not words, only feelings. His legs came up, knees bending, calves clinging to Malori’s thighs, holding him there.

Demanding he stay. Malori kissed his mouth, his nose, his forehead and cheeks, even his neck and Adam’s apple.

Fully seated, he stayed put, and King clung to him, caught in a moment in time that would never repeat itself.

Desperate to stay there and desperate to extricate himself from it.

Positive he needed this man to come inside him as soon as humanly possible, King clenched hard, and Malori shouted.

Shoved deep. King did it again, thrilled when Malori began thrusting in earnest, setting a harsh, steady pace that slammed Malori’s hips against King’s ass-cheeks over and over, the perfect impact.

The perfect slide right over King’s prostate—a bonus he did not expect.

“Fuuuck!” King thrust upward, his hips rising to meet Malori each time, creating a rhythm he swore could be heard throughout the building and six blocks away.

Everything inside King responded to this man moving inside him, working his body like a finely-tuned instrument, taking King apart piece by piece.

They became a single body, rocking together, ticking away the seconds, the minutes, the hours… .

Malori’s breaths shortened. The slams of his hips sharpened. The heavy pressure in King’s ass intensified until things whited out.

They both came. King wasn’t sure of the order, only that at some point in the night, he was on his back with a soft dick in his ass, his own spent cock wet on his belly.

The scents of sex and musk surrounded them, and nothing had ever made more sense in King’s life than this.

Two men with strong feelings for each other, creating something beautiful with their bodies.

Malori had trusted him. And as he wrapped his arms around Malori and held the lightly trembling man close to him, wishing they were skin to skin, King vowed to do everything in his power to honor that trust. He’d keep his promises to Malori, come hell or high water.

Or die trying.

A thousand different thoughts and feelings swirled through Malori, faster than his conscious mind could sort them all. His body sang and hummed, and his brain second-guessed and confirmed all his choices. Nothing made sense, and yet everything was exactly right.