Page 24 of The Kingpin's Omega Lover
Or die trying.
A thousand different thoughts and feelings swirled through Malori, faster than his conscious mind could sort them all. His body sang and hummed, and his brain second-guessed and confirmed all his choices. Nothing made sense, and yet everything was exactly right.
Ever since yesterday morning’s exercise and confession session, fucking King had been a matter of when, not if. But he hadn’t expected it to happen hours after King had been nearly assassinated. And that was how Malori saw the whole off-ramp incident: an assassination attempt by King’s enemies. Whowere also Malori’s enemies. He hadn’t intended to use it to his advantage, but Malori also wasn’t sure if he saw any of tonight’s events as an advantage.
King had been vulnerable yesterday morning, and he’d been vulnerable again tonight. He’d needed something Malori had been more than willing to give him—and selfishly, it was something Malori had craved taking for a long time. Not from an unwilling partner. Never that. Malori had experienced being taken from too many times to ever harm another person like that. No, he’d accepted a gift, and he’d treasure it always.
Malori’s foot cramped. As he stretched to relieve the sharp pain, his soft dick slipped free of King’s body, and he immediately missed that connection. He kissed King’s neck and cheek. “We should probably clean up.”
King sighed. “I’m afraid if we move, this amazing dream will end, and I’ll wake up alone in my bed.”
“How do you feel about waking up with me sleeping beside you, instead?”
“Fuck, I’d love that.” King lightly kneaded the sides of Malori’s hips without drifting close to his hole or his junk. “Using your own butt slick to lube me up was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
“Yeah? I liked it, too. Seemed like a better option than spit.”
“For sure. Although your come in my ass is nice lube, too.”
Malori laughed. “As much as I’d like to take advantage of all the come up your ass, my knight, I’m exhausted. Can we clean up?”
“Definitely. As a matter of fact.”
King moved so swiftly that Malori suddenly found himself suspended over King’s shoulder, and they were marching down the corridor toward King’s bedroom. Malori had no reason to distrust King’s intentions, but he was still hyper-aware of their movements. Of King depositing him in a spacious, sparklingbathroom. Turning on the water in a glass-walled shower with rainfall shower heads.
King removed his shirt and stepped inside the shower, away from the spray. Turned and stared at Malori’s mostly-clothed body while the water heated. Dark eyes full of decades-worth of thoughts and feelings. Malori was at a crossroads and couldn’t very well shower while dressed. King was a safe place. Probably the safest in the world for Malori.
He held tight to that trust and took off his shirt first, exposing his pale, scarred torso. King’s hungry gaze gave Malori the courage to shove his sweatpants all the way down. Finally shedding his clothes and his trepidation, he stepped under the pouring water with King, no barriers between them. Malori’s stomach quivered with nerves over being naked with a man so much bigger and stronger than him. But all King did was lather Malori’s hair with shampoo. Massage his body with a lightly-scented foam. Wash Malori with gentle, unassuming hands.
Everything relaxed Malori into not protesting when King tucked him into soft sheets, on a fluffy pillow, and he slipped into gentle dreams. His mind wandered the way the mind did during peaceful slumber, and when Malori woke, he was warm and comfortable, and no one was touching him. Not a hand, not a dick, not a thing.
Malori rolled to the left, his body seeming to want something, and he blinked hard at the sight of a throat. It took a bit to connect that throat to King’s neck and head. King was softly snoring right next to Malori. Separated. Asleep. Unmolested.
His heart surged with something he didn’t dare call love, not out loud. It was too big, too soon to voice what his body was telling him. King’s scent curled around his senses, a mix of soap and sweat, and the sheets themselves, and Malori’s dick took notice.
For three years, he’d had no control over the sex happening to his body, over the things done to or commanded of him, especially when he was drugged with that awful erection potion. He’d hated the way that his agency was stolen, and his body betrayed him by preparing for each inevitable rape.
This morning, he embraced the way his hole softened and slicked, as his cock thickened and hardened. Deep down, on the most primal level, Malori’s body trusted King. Knew King. Accepted the man as part of his life, and as someone who’d always protect him. Never take from him.
He can’t be my charus. Can he?
Didn’t King need to fuck Malori for them to know for sure? The omega had to be penetrated? Claimed by the other man’s semen? Malori wasn’t sure he ever wanted another man inside him, not even King, but…maybe?
He didn’t have to think about that today, though. He was probably projecting because of what Kensley and Bishop shared. Every omega couldn’t have some fated charus out there waiting for him. God or fate, or whoever the fuck created the charum wouldn’t allow what had happened to Malori to taint such a precious bond.
King grumbled and stretched, one hand reaching toward him. Malori clasped that hand and brought to his mouth. Kissed the pad of King’s thumb. King blinked several times before focusing on him, and he smiled, half his face still smooshed against the pillow. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” Malori replied. “How do you feel?”
“I feel amazing.” He rubbed his thumb over Malori’s lower lip. “I loved what we did, and I’d love a repeat. Maybe not on the living room couch, but here’s nice. Private. Locked door in case things get feisty.”
“Feisty?”
“Well, I seem to recall you enjoying choking me the other morning. That was pretty fucking feisty.”
“I was angry. I could have hurt you.”
“But you didn’t.” King rested his hand over Malori’s heart. On his bare chest. “Thank you for trusting me enough to share my bed. I didn’t expect that after you fucked me with all your clothes on.”
