The Alion King: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 6) (5 page)

NINE

Alyx knew he shouldn’t lie to his future queen. He knew it, but she was there with Gerri—there to help the matchmaker find him a wife. Well, too fucking bad. He wanted Bella, the assistant. And the best way to get her was to trick her to see him as a random male instead of the king.

Was it wrong? Without a doubt. But he was still going to do it. Giving Bella his childhood nickname wasn’t the best way to start a relationship with her, but he already did it and wasn’t taking it back. The lion inside him pushed with a massive roar to claim his mate. She was the one. All it had taken was Gerri showing up for his mate to appear. He’d never live it down.

Bella pulled back his chair and made herself comfortable on it. Seeing her in his seat did something to him. It cemented the fact that this was the woman. She was it. Even if her scent hadn’t immediately pulled his lion from sleep, her personality and wit transfixed him.

“You just got to the castle with Gerri, didn’t you?” he asked, wanting to know anything and everything about her. His mate. His queen. The pounding of his lion’s incessant growling to stamp his teeth marks on her and claim her was getting hard to ignore.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words hammered in his head. She glanced at the wine glass, and he immediately refilled it for her.

“It was kind of a hard trip on me. I hope the king doesn’t think I’m rude, but I needed to sleep so badly.” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped. He clutched at the jar as he listened to her moan while she swallowed. “This is so good. I swear to god, I’m going to need a recipe before I go home. Or a barrel. Either works.”

Home? She was home already.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He had to bite his lip to stop his growl.

“What happened with your trip?” He frowned, noticing the bruises under her eyes. She did have a harsh trek. Normally blood vessels didn’t burst unless a person fought the gravitational pull.

She drank her wine in two gulps and sighed. “A frickin’ panic attack. That’s some crazy shit. I don’t normally get that.”

He made a mental note to send tea up to her room. “Are you feeling any better now?”

She grinned softly. The wine was getting to her. He saw it in the way her pupils dilated and how she leaned her head on her hand. “I feel great. It’s pretty late, isn’t it? I can’t tell time so well here. Not with two moons.” She laughed. “You guys don’t do anything half-assed, do you?”

He refilled her wine. “Not really sure what that means, since we have nothing to do with there being two moons in Aurora.”

“I gotta tell you, that’s a beautiful name for your world.” She sighed and voiced it slowly, “Aurora.”

“I like yours better. Bella.”

“I like how you say my name,” she said the words low enough that if he hadn’t had sensitive hearing he wouldn’t have caught them.

“How is that?” he asked, his fingers itching to get a hold of her.

“You have this strange accent that is so sexy. How many languages do you speak?”

“Over three hundred. All our inhabitants speak almost every major language on Earth along with some dialects. We are also familiar with other galaxy languages from nearby.” He met her gaze and almost groaned at the scent of her desire. “Back to you, Bella. You are beautiful. It’s appropriate for you.”

She shook her head. “You’re just saying that. Men don’t call me beautiful. Not that I need anyone to, but they don’t normally say that. Fat, yes. Beautiful, no. Not that I don’t think I am beautiful.”

He hated that she didn’t see what he saw. “You shouldn’t debate the beauty I see. I don’t see what others from your world, tainted by whatever they consider beauty, see. I see a woman with beautiful hair that shines like silk and a body that makes everything in me hard. Your curves are not just desired on this planet, they are preferred in a female. And everything from your hair to your waist to your tiny feet makes me want to get on my knees and kiss every inch of your body. Not just that,” he said, staring at her mouth. “I can tell you have a fiery spirit, and I like that. Don’t tell me the beauty I see isn’t there.”

She blinked, leaning forward. “That might be one of the sexiest, most romantic things a man has ever said to me.”

He leaned forward, meeting her over the edge of the table. “You deserve romance, Bella.”

Desire clawed at his gut, pushing him for a taste of her. Her eyes filled with a sexual haze he knew too well. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. All he needed to do was take what she was freely offering.

“I think,” she licked her bottom lip, staring at his mouth, “I should go back to bed.”

His chest ached from how hard his animal pushed under his skin from the need to touch her. He was two seconds away from pouncing over the desk and tearing the clothes off her body. The material was so flimsy staring at it could probably get it destroyed. “I’ll walk you to your room.”

No way in hell was he letting her walk the halls with Brecc and Eros staying in the castle. The last thing he needed was for one of them to become infatuated with his mate.

She stood and rubbed at the leather of his desk chair, her robe falling open to reveal her shorts and a tank top that dipped low enough to show a big portion of her breasts. “This has to be the softest leather ever made. I’m in love with it.”

Screw it. He’d give her the damn thing if he could continue watching her rubbing it and making that face of pure pleasure.

He marched around the table, letting his lion guide him to her. They both wanted her. Now. But he’d wait. It might fucking kill him, but he’d wait. She picked up the tray of leftovers and her glass of wine.

“What are you doing?” He’d never seen a woman do that.

She raised her brows. “I’m dropping off this stuff at the kitchen before I go back. I can’t leave a mess in this library. The king would probably have my head,” she giggled then opened her eyes wide. “He’s a lion king. Like the cute little one in the movie.”

Alyx nodded. “I know.”

Her eyes widened. “I bet he purrs.”

“I don’t think so.”

She laughed and nodded. “All cats purr. I bet he purrs.”

“No. He does not purr. He’s a king. A lion king. He most certainly does
not
purr. An Alpha in every sense of the word,” he said, describing himself as accurately as possible. “He is a leader, and everyone looks up to him.”

Bella snorted a giggle. “I bet he’s old and that’s why he can’t get a girl.” She leaned into him, whispering conspiratorially, “I bet he can’t get it up. He’s old and purrs. Like a kitty cat. A poor crotchety Alion king.”

“What?” he roared.

She giggled harder. “I’m sorry.” She brought her finger to his lips, shushing him. “They’re going to catch us and send us to the dungeon. You gotta stop making me laugh.”

“There’s no dungeon here.” He finally realized she was drunk. The wine had gotten her hard, so hard she was barely staying on her feet and mostly leaning on him, but she didn’t seem to notice. He’d never seen a human woman drunk—not in person. He’d seen videos from everyone else who’d traveled, but this was new. He took the plate out of her hand along with the wine glass. “I’ll take this to the kitchens later.”

“But—”

He picked her up, stopping her from falling on her face in the process. She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing her face mere inches from his. His cock turned rock hard at the need he saw in her eyes. He got to her room in record time, once she told him where she was staying. He didn’t bother telling her the room had been chosen for his future mate to use as her parlor. Instead, he stopped by her door and continued to hold her in his arms.

“Nobody’s ever picked me up before,” she breathed. The scent of the
Sidaii
wine clung to her lips. “You’re really big, Trey.”

“I am.”

A smile spread over her lips. Soft. Seductive. So fucking perfect he could only envision kissing her then and there.

“I didn’t realize how much I like big.”

His heartbeat thundered so hard in his chest, he swore she would hear it and ask about it. “I’m glad you find me acceptable.”

He was fucking ecstatic she liked his size. Most of the women in Aurora were used to big men, but she was an earthling. That meant she was used to smaller men.

She leaned forward and inhaled. “More than acceptable. You’re hot as hell, and you smell so good.”

She wasn’t from his planet, so he didn’t know how she could scent his mating pheromones, but he liked it. No. He loved that she was turned on by his scent. Really turned on, from the way her heartbeat increased and her body temperature rose.

She rubbed her nose over his neck and inhaled again. “It’s so strange. Your scent reminds me of how it smells after a rainfall. Like wet earth. I love it.”

Fuck waiting. Still, he held her in his arms. He leaned into the door of her room and inclined his head in, taking her lips with his. Fire erupted in his veins and shot down his back. She gripped the back of his head, digging her nails into his neck. Her taste was sweet, sexy, and more addictive than any amount of
Sidaii
wine.

TEN

Bella moaned. Her body heated to degrees she never imagined. Trey plunged his tongue into her mouth and explored with the precision of a general. He sucked. He licked. He drove her mindless with his kisses. Passion sizzled between them. Explosive. Desperate. The sounds of her harsh breaths pounded in her ears. She couldn’t think straight if her life depended on it. All she knew was this giant of a man was kissing her like it was the end of the world, and he had to get his fill. Like she belonged to him. And she fucking loved it.

She pulled back from their kiss, gasping for air. He licked and nibbled down her throat to the top of her breasts.

“Trey,” she moaned. “Come inside.”

He lifted his head and met her gaze. The gold in his eyes looked like molten fire. “Are you sure?”

She hadn’t been this turned on in...ever. “Yes.”

She flicked the knob and opened the door, all the while meeting his gaze. His features harsh with desire had her hormones doing the mambo. The lines of his face grew more defined, with sharper angles. She didn’t know why the fact he looked so animalistic made her super-soaker wet.

“I want you, Bella.”

She licked her lips, motioning with her head for him to take her inside. “I want you, too. Preferably naked.”

A loud rumble sounded from his chest. He marched into the room, still holding her tightly in his arms. With every step, he took her closer to the smoldering need taking over her body. The door shut behind him. The white she’d previously seen on the walls suddenly changed to a dark burgundy. The lights dimmed, and it was then she realized the bedding had changed color as well to match the red of the walls.

“This room is so awesome.” She breathed harshly.

She wiggled in his hold, looking to switch positions so her legs were at either side of his hips. He helped her, at the same time moving his hold to grip her ass. Once she was satisfied having her legs around his hips, he continued to the bed. He placed her on the cool, soft bedding with more care than she would have liked. The entire atmosphere in the room screamed sex. She hadn’t had any in too long.

Sliding her hands over Trey’s strong arms set her hormones in a whirlwind of excitement. She kissed him hard, begging him with her lips to cool the flames inside her.

He pressed the hard bar of his cock between her legs. She knew she was wet down to her shorts, but didn’t give a shit. Having him so close to her pussy stopped her ability to breathe. And when he rocked into her, she saw stars.

In a frenzy, she yanked at his shirt and continued kissing him with everything she had—with every drop of desire and need rushing through her like a tsunami. Before she got a chance to get him naked, he pulled back from their kiss.

No!

She gulped air and glanced at his harsh features. “What’s wrong?”

He raised a hand to her face, caressing her cheek and gliding his thumb over her lips. “It’s not the right time,
ym Neevk
.”

Was he fucking kidding? “What? Why?”

He rocked his hips again, and she moaned louder than before. “You’ve had too much wine. It’s messing with your decision-making process.”

She frowned, blowing out a frustrated breath. “Are you insane? You asked me if I was sure, and I said yes. Having wine or not won’t change how I feel right now.” She raked her nails down his arms, enjoying the shift of muscles and the heat of his skin. “I want you.”

He was quiet for a moment, but he shook his head. She opened her mouth to complain again, but he dropped, taking her lips in a swift kiss. Much to her aggravation, he pulled back again, his gaze that much closer to hers, all fiery gold and hungry. This time, he slid his hand over her chest, caressing her breast briefly. She bit her lip to keep from begging him for more. She thought he might stop there and torture her with his hand on her nipple, but he didn’t. He continued down, skimming her belly.

“I know you want me,” he rumbled, inhaling deeply and hard. “I can fucking taste how good it will be to spread your pussy lips and fuck you with my tongue.” He slid his hand between her legs, up her shorts, and shoved a finger straight into her. A loud groan slid from him. He took a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “So wet. So fucking wet. It’s going to be amazing to get a taste of you.”

“Why wait? Do it now,” she mumbled, her lungs struggling to get air with his finger deep in her cunt. Oh, how she hoped he’d do it now. Do
her
now.

“When I fuck you…” His eyes flashed fire. “…and I will fuck you. Don’t think for a second this is a rejection. This is me giving your body time to rest and your brain the ability to be clear for what’s coming. When I get inside you, balls deep, I’m not stopping until I’ve stamped myself all over you. Until I fill every bit of you with my seed. I won’t stop. Not until you are mine in every fucking way possible.”

A wave of heat slid down her spine. The way he said it sounded like a decadent promise of what was to come. “I’m rested.”

She wasn’t. Her muscles started to cramp from lack of sleep, but she’d give up sleep any fucking day for a piece of the sexy shifter. It dawned on her that he had to be a lion like the others in area. From what Gerri said, the king surrounded himself with his kind. Trey was a lion: a sexy-as-hell one.

His lips tipped up in a sinful grin. “You lie,
ym Neevk
.”

Could he tell? And what did he keep calling her? “All right, I could use more rest, but I can sleep tomorrow. All day. I want you, now.”

He pulled his finger back and shoved it in again, this time curving it to hit her G-spot, and pressed his thumb on her clit. The combined move shook her to the core. He yanked on her tank top with his other hand, pushing her tits out to full view. Her nipples puckered tightly.

“When I take you, you won’t be able to stand for days,” he whispered. “I want deep inside you, Bella.” He bit down on her exposed breast. She gasped and shuddered, loving the new sensations. “When I fuck you, when I own your body, the world will know you belong to me.”

Another slow glide in and out of her pussy had her squirming. He ran his nose between her breasts, licking up and down. Then, he sucked one of her nipples between his lips. The heat of his mouth enveloped her breast, warming her already-scorching body even more.

She gripped his shoulder, biting her nails into him. A loud rumble traveled from him through to her. The vibration was so deep it shook her.

“Oh, god!” she gasped, pushing her hips into his fingers for deeper penetration and arching her back to get him to suck harder.

He bit down on her nipple, eliciting a wild scream from her. He fucked her harder with his fingers, pressing his thumb on her clit and flicking it. She groaned, clinging to him for support. Her hips bucked, and the tension coiling at her core unraveled in a breathless rush.

Her lungs fought to get air in. She blinked past the daze of languid pleasure and met Trey’s gaze. He pulled his fingers out of her, lifted them to his mouth, and sucked on the moisture coating them.

She swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say, but having a hell of a hard time considering how freaking sexy it was to see a man do that.

“You taste as delicious as I thought you would,” he said, leaning forward and brushing his lips over hers. She tasted herself. It revved up the need for him. Had she not been so tired, she’d have pushed for him to get naked. He cupped her exposed breast with his hand and continued staring at her. The fire in his eyes dimmed to a deep gold that fascinated her.

“Stay,” she said.

It wasn’t even about getting him naked anymore. Her body was exhausted from that single orgasm. She wanted to be near him, wanted his heat surrounding her and making her feel relaxed.

One second she was staring into his eyes, and the next, lifted to be placed on the pillows. She turned to face Trey at her right. “You move way too fast.”

He laughed. “I’m a predator. It’s what we do.”

He had to be a guard. That would make sense. The king would need men who moved that quickly to defend him. Her new lion was brave and sexy. She sure hoped Gerri would take her sweet time finding the king a mate. The longer she took, the more time Bella could spend with Trey.

He lay down next to her, pulling her over to place her head on his chest and have her lean into him.

“I never thought I’d actually consider a predator sexy. This world is messing with my rational thinking.”

He pushed her tangled curls away from her face and laughed. “Predators,
ym Neevk
, is all we have here.”

“I don’t know what that means, but it sounds so sexy coming out of your mouth. Is it an endearment?” She glanced at his face.

“Yes. A special one.”

Aw, damn. The guy was a romantic. She sighed and smiled, closing her eyes and allowing sleep to finally claim her. Tomorrow, she’d help Gerri with whatever she needed. For now, she’d enjoy spending time in Trey’s arms.