*Alpha King Karl Striker*
“Thank you for your help with the rogues,” I say to Sophia.
“It was my pleasure. I can’t stand the idea of them terrorizing that poor family,” she replies.
We step into the shower together, covered in rogues’ blood.
“They wouldn’t have stopped there, either,” I tell her. “They would have gone on to another family. And another.”
“Vultures,” she says harshly. She starts to scrub the blood out of my hair and I groan.
“Babe, shouldn’t I be doing you first?” I ask.
“You’re perfectly welcome to ‘do me’ anytime, anywhere, just as soon as I get you cleaned up,” she teases.
I growl and pull her against me, my c**k hardening between us. “I can think of other uses for that smart mouth of y—”
“Your Majesty!” a man yells into the bathroom. Marcus?
“Yes?” I reply, put
