Page 22 of The Kingpin's Omega Lover
Instead of backing off, Malori pushed. “Who did you kill?”
“A distributor named Harley. He was supposed to move the product, cash only. One of his regular buyers needed the product but didn’t have the cash.” King snarled softly, his upper lip curling back. “Traded his twelve-year-old daughter to Harley. An hour for a pound of product. Boss found out. Said that was a huge fucking no-no, and told me to take care of it.”
It took Malori a moment to find his voice. “Fuck. Did you make it hurt?”
King’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Not as much as I wish I had. It was clean and untraceable, but then my own shit began to surface, and I really regretted not taking my time. But that anger, thatragefrom the little boy who didn’t understand andwho couldn’t fight back? That’s what kept me warm at night when I regretted the dangerous, lonely life I’d chosen. I wanted to gain the power to punish everyone who’d do that to another person. Steal their innocence. Steal their agency.”
King’s dark eyes glimmered with so many things, but above all, Malori saw those slivers of grief peeking through again. And deeper, past the grief, was desire. “Thoughts of vengeance keep me warm at night,” King whispered, “while I wait for you to join me.”
Malori’s heart kicked harder. “All you had to do was invite me. I’d have come.”
“I know. That’s why I waited until you reached for me first. Like you did yesterday during our lesson. You weren’t afraid of me. You took what you wanted.” King gently tucked a loose curl of hair behind Malori’s ear, then stroked his fingers, feather-light, down his cheek. “Take again, angel.”
Angel.
“You were in an accident,” Malori replied, unable to get his voice above a faint rasp. “I could hurt you.”
“Never. I’m used to living my life on the edge of death. Flirting with it. Expecting it around every corner. But not with you. You make me feel alive. Like I have more to look forward to than a violent death.” He brushed his thumb over Malori’s lower lip. “Let’s both live a little tonight.”
Malori sucked in a shaky breath as his body woke up to all the things King was silently offering. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
“I mean it.” King took Malori’s hand and pulled it around to press against the crease of his ass. “Take what you want, Malori. Take. It.”
Confused and aroused, and so mixed up he preferred a quick death to this utter confusion, Malori pounced.
SEVEN
After the relatively simpleexchange with Remington, King hadn’t expected his evening to devolve into a series of chaotic events, including a crash, a whispered warning, talking to police, and spending hours wasting time in a hospital emergency room. He’d been briefly scared for Bishop’s health and his future with Kensley, but Bishop was a master of escaping consequences. He was battered but alive, and King had gone home braced for Kensley’s condemnation.
Except he hadn’t seen Kensley. He had been confronted by the living embodiment of confusion and rage that was Malori Cann. Concerned for King’s wounds and furious that he’d been run off the road. Commiseration over the pain of a child who no longer remembered the details but who used it to fuel his adult ambitions.
They’d talked, about more than King ever liked to share, and he needed it to stop. Needed things to return to a level he understood. One of two things that made sense: sex or pain. And since he never wanted to cause Malori more pain than he’d already endured, sex it was. Sex he wanted with a man he wanted.
Truly wanted more than almost anything else.
“Take. It.”
King saw the shift in Malori’s eyes, the instant change from confused hesitation to focused determination. But he wasn’t prepared for the swift way Malori shoved King onto his back, straddled his waist, and kissed him. No, kiss wasn’t the word. Malori devoured his mouth, much like yesterday morning, and King let him. He’d give Malori anything he wanted, right here on the couch, guests and guards be damned.
His dick went from interested to fully hard so fast he got a little dizzy from the sudden shift in blood flow, and the thick erection grinding into his stomach promised they were going to have an unforgettable night. Malori licked his way from King’s mouth to his right ear, and King released a surprised yelp of pain when Malori bit the lobe. Bit hard.
“Still want me to fuck you?” Malori whispered, his voice so low, so seductive King would have promised him everything. Agreed to anything short of betraying his loved ones.
“Yes, fuck yes, I do.”
“I’m not taking my clothes off.”
King hooked his thumbs in the waist of Malori’s sweatpants. “Kinda need to take a few things off for this to work.”
“I just need to push those out of the way.” Malori nipped his earlobe again, then raised his head, the anger in his eyes both frightening and breathtaking. “I can’t be naked right now. Maybe another time, but not tonight.”
The silent promise that this wasn’t a one-off, this wasn’t simply a reaction to King’s accident, made King’s heart turn over in a wonderful way he couldn’t identify. It also made his vengeful side rage on Malori’s behalf. “All right. Whatever you need, angel.”
Malori traced his fingertips across King’s cheeks and forehead, as if mapping his face. “Have you ever been with an aroused omega man?”
“No.”
“I’m getting wet. It’s biological. It doesn’t mean I want it.”
