My King

Chapter 28 - Desperate excuses.

Chapter 28 – Desperate excuses.

King Luka Black

I look over my shoulder to throw my horrified friend a cocky smirk. His mouth stands agape, as he tries to close it a few times, but gives up and just let it hang loosely, making his jaw more defined. Marcys grin sheepishly, along with me, pretending to find amusement in the situation, but the light color invading his cheeks give away his embarrassment. My lip curl up into a lopsided laugh, as I stare between Marcys and Alaska, currently having a deadly staring contest. I cock my head to look down at my mate's glorious body, licking my lips in delight, my cock hardening once again at the sight.

Fuck.

My wolf growl possessively, reminding me that we're not alone, and not the only one seeing our mate's glorious body. Pure anger, possessiveness and jealousy runs through my veins, at Marcys' body being on display. I growl fiercely shaking the walls, immediately moving to cover his body with my slightly larger frame, until I reach the covers that's lying at the edge of the bed. I bare my teeth at my friend standing rigid and still in the doorframe. When I'm sure my mate is completely covered, I snap my head to Alaska, a fierce growl released from my throat as I see him eyeing my mate's now covered body.

"Mine!" I snarl, my wolf coming to the surface to stake his claim and his dismay, all too ready to rip the man's eyes out, that saw our mate's bare body. Alaska snaps his gaze to me, fear rolling off him in waves, the sour odor filling every corner of the chamber. My wolf growl in victory at the weaker wolfs show of fear.

"I-I" Alaska stutter trying to find the right words to say in the situation we've been forced into. I cut him off with a powerful growl, not wanting to hear what he has to say for himself.

He was looking at what's mine. No apology will erase what I just caught him doing.

Marcys put his hand on my cheek, trying and failing to calm me down. My wolf's and my rage know no boundaries when it comes to the man underneath me.

"Out" Marcys commands Alaska' stiff form. "Now!" He growls his demand, in some way hoping to save Alaska from his reckless and foolhardy actions.

Alaska seems to snap out of his trance, and hurry out the ajar door, closing it with a slam after his departure. I keep growling lowly in my chest, anger coursing through my veins, my gaze not wavering from the closed door. My canines on display, my primal side taking over to rule. Marcys caresses my defined hips, his fingertips playing with the dip of my v line. He shushes my growls and lick a long line from my neck to my curled snarling lips. He bites into my lower lip, nibbling on the flesh with his teeth.

I pay him no mind, except the pleasurable shivers running down my spine, as my wolf and I are on high alert, but when he rolls his hips against my crotch, I can't hold in the lustful groan coming from the back of my throat. I snap my gaze to him, my fierce glare melting from my face at the sight of his sweet defined face. The tension slowly leaves my muscles when we make eye contact, and I can't help gazing into his grey diamonds with nothing but love and tenderness.

I peck his lips a couple of times, before pushing them firmly against his warm lips, relishing in the feeling of them on mine. I swipe my tongue along his lower lip, asking for entrance, and as his mouth slightly part, and I think I'm getting what I want, he pushes me away with force.

Occupied and unprepared, I land on my ass on the bed harshly, beside him. I stare at my mate's moving body as he scoots towards the edge of the bed, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a frown marring my face at the loss of contact. The question in my eyes is seen, making him huff in annoyance, and roll his eyes dramatically.

"If you think I'm letting you pound my ass once again, then you've been eating rocks" He retorts, sarcasm dripping in his voice. He sneers at my frown. "I'm not that easy, and you're not getting another fucking touch from me, before you apologize properly, and it better be damn good" I whine at his words of no touches, as he sends me a deadly and heated glare. I can't help but lightly flinch back at the coldness in his eyes and voice.