Mated to the Alpha Queen (Book 12 of the Regal Eclipse Pack Series)

Chapter 21

She was good at pool, he realized. He had a feeling she'd be really good if she wasn't drunk. He'd be better if he wasn't drunk. Or distracted.

Kyra hadn't bothered with clothes. Instead, she was playing naked, and Cole couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She really didn't care that she was naked, and from where he was sitting, watching her move, there wasn't much he couldn't see, and he was too drunk to not look. Especially now that he knew she was his.

She was aroused too and had been for a while now. He was very aware of that. He sat back on the arm of a chair, watching her make her moves, small giggles escaping her when she screwed up. He liked listening to her giggle and wondered how often she did. 

She turned back to him, the pool stick in her hand, balanced on the floor. She looked at him and smirked. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Gamma?" She wrapped both of her hands around that stick and looked at him.

He stood and walked over to her, stopping just inches from her pool stick. "Just my dick."

"Maybe you should suck at poker more," she told him, her gaze dropping down to his crotch. "Then you'd have less clothes on."

He laughed. "Maybe you should suck at poker less." It wasn't like she'd been hard to beat, and he didn't regret beating her one bit. Not with the view she'd given him.

"I suck at other things better," she muttered, her gaze still on the crotch of his sweats and the noticeable bulge there. She licked her lips.

His eyes widened at what she was implying, and his cock twitched. He could see her on her knees in front of him, his cock in her mouth. But no, he couldn't go there. She'd never get on her knees in front of him, even if he did take her as his mate. She'd always still be his Alpha.

That was the other thing he had to keep in mind, something that distracted him enough now, that he was able to concentrate on his shot. Somewhat. Kyra was an Alpha wolf, descended from a line of Kings and Queens. She was meant to rule, and he still had no idea why she said she wouldn't, given that she was in direct line for the throne. If he mated her, he intended to find out why she wasn't. It wasn't a big deal, but he was curious about it.

But he would always submit to her. Would she be the dominant one in their relationship? He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He really needed to talk to her when he wasn't drunk. He missed the next shot, which annoyed him, and he turned his attention back to Kyra and her naked body, watching as she set up her shot. 

She was across from him now, and he watched her bend over to take her shot. His gaze was completely focused on her breasts, and he groaned internally. He wanted to shove his cock between them, like she'd mentioned earlier. Even as awkward as she was now from too much alcohol, she was still sexy. He could easily see himself bending her over that pool table and mating her right there.

She looked up at him when she missed her shot. "I have an idea."

He smirked at her as he stood and walked over to her. "You and your ideas."

"I think you like my ideas," she murmured her gaze traveling over him again, something she'd done repeatedly all night and more and more openly the drunker she'd gotten.

That was very true. Her idea had ended up with him in the room with her naked. Again. He wasn't complaining. He could stare at her naked body all day. "I like the view."

She smiled, and he stared at her. She had a beautiful smile, and he realized he really hadn't seen her smile since she'd been there. He realized he was probably some of the cause of it. He'd hurt her without even realizing it. "So, what's your idea, Kyra?"