The King

Heating Up

I had woke up from my long nap, slightly disoriented. The sun was going down, and I was still outside on the lounge chair. I sat up, stretching as the earlier events started to come back to me. I sighed as I got up, knowing that I needed to find Alexander. I was walking down the stairs when the door to the apartment opened, and Alexander walked in. We both stopped and stared at each other. He broke the silence first, “I’m sorry, I should have told you she was coming today.”

“I don’t think anyone needs to be sorry. I can’t hold your past relationships against you,” I stated, giving him a small smile.

He stood there, shifting nervously his hands in his pocket. “I’m kind of hungry. Can we still get something from the kitchen?” I asked him.

He smiled and held his hand out to me. “Of course, we can get something. Come with me,” he said.

I placed my hand in his and let him guide me out of the apartment towards the kitchen. When we entered, there was no one around. I let go of his hand and walked to the fridge. Inside there was some kind of baked pasta dish I pulled out and showed it to him. “What about this?” I asked.

“That looks fine to me,” he replied.

I moved to the oven, turning it on letting it preheat before placing the dish inside to heat. I walked over to the sink, looking out the window as I washed my hands. Alexander broke the silence behind me, “What are you thinking?” he asked.

I turned to face him. He was sitting on a stool on the other side of the island. I moved to lean against the island, my elbows resting on the top. “I have resisted you because I feel like I am not an appropriate pick for the Queen,” I finally said.

“I think you are a very appropriate pick,” he answered.

“A Queen should be able to stand beside you and fight when the kingdom is threatened,” I said.

“Can you not fight?” he asked.

“Well, yes, my father made sure even his runt was able to do the basics,” I answered.

“He called you that to your face?” he asked, looking sadly at me.

I sighed, looking down, “Not to my face, but I have overheard him call me that when talking to other people,” I answered.

He sighed, getting up and walked around the counter to stand beside me. “Listen,” he said as he put a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him, “You are not a runt. If I am being honest, I wouldn’t want you fighting beside me. I would be too worried about your safety, and I wouldn’t be able to lead the warriors with a clear head. I would rather have a Queen who can help take care of the other pack members who aren’t fighting or those who are injured. I need my other half.”

I felt some relief in that response. I looked into his eyes, giving him a small smile. He cupped my face with his hand as he leaned down towards me. My heart started to race as his face got closer to mine. Our lips connected, and it felt like fireworks were going off. My eyes fluttered shut as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up by the waist and sat me on the counter. He kissed down my jaw to my neck, lightly sucking and nipping at it. I let a moan escape my lips. He was standing between my legs, and as he pulled me tight against him, I could feel his hardness against me. His hands were in my hair as he made it back to my lips, kissing me deeply again. It felt like electricity was running through my body. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop.

Of course, the kitchen timer went off, signaling the food was done. He groaned against my lips, and I smiled. He rested his forehead against my shoulder as we both caught our breath. As the heat from the moment faded, he picked me up and placed me back on the floor. I found plates as he pulled the pasta out of the oven. I gave each of us a large serving, and we sat down at a small table in the kitchen. He pulled my chair so close to his that I might as well have been sitting in his lap.

“This is good,” I said as I took a second bite of pasta.

“Yeah, it is,” he said, almost halfway done with his.

We continued to eat in silence. He finished eating before me, and as he sat there waiting for me, he ran his hand up and down my leg. A few more bites, and I was finished as I pushed back from the table. I picked our plates up and placed them in the dishwasher after emptying them. I turned, and he was standing waiting for me with his hand outstretched again. I took it and followed him out of the kitchen as he took us back to his apartment. My heart started racing again, anticipating what might happen when we were alone.

When we entered the apartment, I thought he would take us upstairs, but to my surprise, he didn’t. He led me over to the couch and handed me the remote, “Why don’t you find a movie for us while I get us a drink,” he said as he walked towards the kitchen.

I felt my heart melt. He was trying to have a date night with me. I smiled and turned to the tv, suddenly nervous about what movie to pick. I didn’t even know what kind of movies he liked. He walked back over with two wine glasses and the bottle sitting them on the coffee table. “I’m not old enough to drink,” I joked.

He laughed, “Says the girl who was drunk on her birthday. Don’t worry, it will be our secret,” he said as he poured each of us a glass.

“What kind of movies do you like?” I asked him as I took a glass from him.

He got comfortable leaning back into the corner of the couch, his feet on the table. “I like either a good thriller or comedy,” he answered.

I scrolled through the movies on Netflix as I took a drink of the wine from my glass. “Have you ever watched Shutter Island?” I asked.

He took a drink from his glass as he thought about it, “I don’t think I have actually.”

I gave him an exaggerated gasp, “How have you not seen it?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t usually watch movies by myself. Plus, I didn’t date anyone to have movie nights with, so there are probably a bunch of movies I haven’t watched,” he answered.

“Well, we are going to have to remedy this situation,” I said as I clicked on Shutter Island.

He laughed as he grabbed my hand, pulling me gently over to his side of the couch. I got comfortable against his side as he wrapped an arm around me. As the movie continued and I drank more, I got more comfortable against him. When the movie ended, I looked up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked down at me, raising an eyebrow in question. I sighed, “What did you think?” I asked.

“It was good. I liked the twist in the story. Is it one that you like?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ve seen it several times. I like psychological thrillers and comedies too,” I replied.

“Well, something we have in common then,” he stated as he moved from the couch to get another bottle of wine.

I hadn’t realized that we had made it through the first. “How many boyfriends have you had?” he asked as he sat back down beside me.

I laughed, “Why do you want to know?” I asked.

“Well, you know all of my dirty laundry. I think it’s only fair that I know yours,” he answered.

“Well, you will be bored because I have never had a boyfriend,” I said, answering his question.

His eyebrows knitted together, “I have a hard time believing that a girl with your looks never had one guy chase after you,” he said.

The wine was already making my cheeks red, but I’m sure they grew even redder as I blushed. “Guys liked me and tried, but my dad was big on all of us finding our mates. So, for the most part, none of us seriously date anyone. Why build a relationship with someone when it could all end the next day. Plus, I think everyone was afraid of Sam, and he was like my shadow all the time,” I said with a laugh.

“I like Sam a lot,” Alexander said, smiling down at me.

I shook my head, laughing. “You would like him.”

“Hey, anyone who looked out for you is ok in my book,” He said with a smile.

That smile got me every time. I’m not sure if it was the wine or earlier events, but I found myself initiating the kiss this time. It was like he was waiting for me to do it because as soon as my lips met his, he was guiding me down onto the couch. He was on top of me, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, causing my dress to ride up. He was grinding against me as his hands ran down my body, stopping to squeeze my butt, pulling me harder against him. My panties were wet, and I had to be soaking the front of his jeans. I pulled his t-shirt up, and he stopped for a moment, helping me remove it.

I looked up at him in awe. My hands ran over his muscular chest and then down over his abs before stopping at the button of his jeans. I went to unbutton them, but he stopped me.