King Maker (King Maker 3)

I might have taken a couple more shots than I needed, knowing I was leaving for D.C. tomorrow and I hadn’t told Kalen. The ticket I’d purchased was out of Glasgow. I planned to catch the train tomorrow, which I would buy with cash. I timed it to show up with little time to spare in case anyone tracked me down.

According to Lizzy, the media attention had, in fact, forgotten me, though Kalen was still in the news. At least I could go home without cameras waiting for me.

I’d worked off some of my buzz by dancing the night away when Brian came over with another drink. He was actually a nice guy.

“You look thirsty,” he said, tugging me close. His blue eyes were intense on me. “Drink up,” he said, rolling his hips over mine. His focus was solely on me. I was caught, unable to decide what to do as he methodically urged the glass to my parted lips.

Before I could decide how to tell him to back off, he was gone. My first drunken thought was that Brian was a vampire because suddenly he wasn’t there. I realized my assumptions were all wrong when green eyes replaced the blue ones and they weren’t at all happy to see me.

“Hey, man,” Brian protested, stumbling his way back over to where I was.

“I suggest you leave,” Kalen threatened, snatching the cup from my hand, not even bothering to look at him.

I spotted Kalen’s wing man, Griffin, eying the guy. Brian rubbed at his jaw. Had Kalen punched him?

“I could call the Yard and have them test the contents of this cup,” Kalen said with deadly intent.

Brian blinked while my jaw dropped. Deciding two against one weren’t odds in his favor, Brian stumbled off. Ire burned off more of my intoxication. That asshole had been a creep, just not the type I thought.

Kalen nodded at Griffin and crushed the cup in his hand, liquid spilling everywhere.

Griffin all but shouted, “I’ll find him, boyo.”

I turned, the last of my buzz soured. Kalen snaked his dry arm around my waist. “Do you always look for trouble?” he said.

“You’re like a dog trying to mark your territory. Why are you here? You don’t want me. You just don’t want anyone else to have me,” I sneered.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He spoke in my ear, “I want you gone from my thoughts, but you just keep showing up.”

“Let me go and I’ll leave your sight.”

“Not until I have my fill.” He kissed me like he planned to screw me right here on the dance floor.

“You can’t have it both ways,” I protested, pulling back.

With eyes that spoke of all the wicked promises he could fulfill, he weaved us through the crowd with a death grip on my arm. We entered a room labeled VIP. He didn’t stop there. He pulled us through another door off to the side.

“Should be familiar,” he said without raising his voice. I easily heard him because the music had become background noise in that space.

My hand rose, poised to slap him as he made the crude link to our first time together in a hotel bathroom stall. He clucked his tongue and shook his head.

“Just tell me to stop,” he said, crowding me at the granite top of the vanity. It filled one end of the tiny restroom. My butt stopped at the edge. Smoothly, he lifted me to sit atop the thing. With practiced hands, he spread my thighs apart as he wedged himself between them.

I said nothing, lost in the remembrance of the feel of him. I began to irrationally reason internally that this might be the last time I’d ever have him. He ripped holes in my lace boy shorts until it was useless as underwear. He freed himself and probed my entrance.

“Always wet for me, aren’t you, lass?”

“Fuck you,” I said with all the boldness I could muster. I hadn’t told him to stop or shoved him away.

“I will.” And he filled me like no other. My head dropped back to thump against the mirror behind me. I enjoyed the delicate balance of pleasure and pain that only came with Kalen’s girth.

“Mine,” he growled at my ear and bit my lobe before grazing his teeth down the line of my throat.

My breathing quickened as he masterfully thrust into me to the rhythm of the music playing. I was left empty in the space of a second. He spun me around and bent me forward. I nearly smeared lipstick on the glass that was too close for comfort. Before I could ask, he pushed into me again. Not expecting it, I did end up creating a messy lip print on the mirror.

His answer was to grab my hair and tug my head back, almost to the point of pain. He pushed my shoulders down at the same time, my breasts filling the tiny sink bowl. “That’s it, lass. Watch me fuck you.” The man had tentacles, not arms, because he touched me everywhere. He freed one of my breasts and pinched my nipple hard.