Let Him Reign: An Underworld Romance (11 page)

"I can't wait," I tell him, deciding to hold off on sharing my erotic request with him until later.

Eric

I've got my phone on mute while I listen to three other people argue. Apparently a weredog's transformation was captured on video and has been posted online for the world to see. I hate the fucking Internet.

Unmuting the conference call, I interrupt to ask, "How long has the footage been up?"

"Three hours," Donald, a were-grizzly bear and informant on the east coast, tells me.

"Then hang the fuck up and call Mark to take the shit down." In two seconds our go-to IT guy will take care of the problem, and the exposure will hopefully be minimal.

"Fine," he snaps and everyone disconnects without another word.

I need help. Every day there are so many fucking problems from one end of the world to another that I can’t handle them all. Maybe it’s time for the underworld to organize teams of investigators to help solve crimes, like tracking down the human that are killing shifters. Of course that makes me think of Hope, how she’d been going to school to be a forensic crime scene examiner before she became pregnant. Maybe she could offer some advice. What the hell am I thinking? She’ll be gone soon. I shove that depressing thought aside.

I’ve also been considering letting our society elect representatives from districts. The idea of a constitutional monarchy rather than an absolute sounds like the perfect solution. It works well enough for some of the human societies. I bark out a laugh imagining my father rolling over in his grave when I only just
consider
the idea of giving up some of our bloodline’s power.

I spin my desk chair around to face the computer monitor and check the morning emails, still thinking about the possibility of elections, a constitution and parliament. And great, there's only one hundred and eighty-four new messages. I'll be done in no time. I run my fingers through my hair and grab a handful of it, wanting to literally yank it out by the roots rather than deal with this shit. A knock on the office door comes as a welcome distraction.

"Come in," I yell.

I'm not expecting to see Hope, but she's a very happy surprise. Especially when she shuts and locks the door behind her.

"Hey," I say in greeting.

"Hey."

"Are you okay? Is everything all right?" I can't help but worry incessantly about her now after seeing her so sick.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says as she comes closer. She's still in her pajamas, a light blue tank top with no bra and matching plaid shorts. I've seen women in thousand dollar lingerie that are not nearly as sexy as the woman in front of me. "I thought you might could use a mid-morning pick me up."

"I could definitely use a...pick me up," I reply, unable to help my smile when she comes around to my side of the big oak desk.

Spinning my chair to face her, Hope climbs on my lap, holding onto my shoulders when her lips meet mine. All the muscles in my body instantly relax as I inhale her delectable raspberry scent and lose myself in her eager kiss.

"My job here is done," she jokes, rocking her ass over my hard on.

"I bet I can think of another job for you," I tell her. My hands slide underneath her tank to peel it over her head and off, so I can get my mouth on her perfect tits. Her back arches when I run my tongue over one of her nipples.

"Is it a job that utilizes my...incredible sword swallowing talent?" she whispers against my ear, following it up with a swirling lick inside of it that makes my whole body shudder.

"Fuck yes it does."

Climbing off my lap she goes down to her knees between my legs without any hesitation. I groan when she unzips and then reaches inside to free my cock from the confines of my dress pants and boxer-briefs. I curse when my entire hard length disappears all the way down her throat. Every. Single. Fucking. Inch.

As if that wasn't enough to unravel me, she starts moaning, causing humming vibrations along my shaft like she's enjoying the fuck out of herself. That's when I realize one of her hands is between
her
legs.

I have to lean forward to get a better view, and...
oh fuck
. Seeing her topless with her hand stuffed down the front of her shorts is almost enough to make me blow my load right then and there. Her mouth feels so damn good that I try and hold off a little longer.

Hope's moans become more urgent and I watch as her eyes close and her body shakes with her orgasm, her mouth still full of my cock. When there's a knock on the door I'm ready to murder whoever is on the other side.

"Go the fuck away!" I yell and I can't hold off any longer. With a growling curse, I reach for her head to hold her mouth all the way to my body. Her cheeks hollow from the force of her suction, and it feels fucking amazing. I'm getting hard again just thinking about my next blowjob and she hasn't even swallowed the last drop of cum from this one.

"That was so damn good, baby. And I can't wait to repay the favor."

She smiles before climbing up on my lap again, biting her swollen bottom lip hesitantly. "Could you repay it while Heath drinks from me?"

"Yes," I say because that's the only response to any and all questions from the woman who will suck my cock on demand. Oh, and has her perfect tits inches from my face.    

"Really?" she asks with her emerald eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes. And just so you know, that's the answer to any-fucking-thing you ask for."

"So after I put the boys to sleep tonight?" she asks, and I think I fall a little harder for her when she doesn't ask me to buy her a single thing after my confession.

"Yes."

"Yay! Now I'll let you get back to work, doing whatever it is you do," she says, sliding off of me. Once she pulls her top back on, she prances her fine ass right out of my office.

I barely have time to put my cock away before Ryan walks in. Good, I wanted an update on the hunt for Simon and Bron. "Any sign of them?" I ask.     

"No," he says through clenched teeth. "Simon and Bron seem to have disappeared for now."

"Shit. Then let's go ahead and put a bounty on them. One million each to start with."

"Yes, sir."         

"How's our numbers?" I ask.

"We've got fifty armed guards on the grounds, another fifty always on call. A guard has been constantly with or within view of both the woman and the children as you requested."

"Good," I exhale. "Has there been any more news about an uprising?"

"Nothing new on that front, no. But if I may make a suggestion sir, a union to ensure the Coughlin reign could help ease everyone's concern. Many are beginning to panic, wondering what happens if or when there's no longer a born leader with the ability to maintain order."

"I'm not convinced that my father found a spell or curse to cut off the control on any particular day. I need to go see Li Na and talk to her about it."

My father's will states that the power behind my rule as alpha will come to an end precisely at midnight on my twenty-fifth birthday, but I find that to be damn near impossible. There's not a magic user alive who’s powerful enough for that sort of spell, unless...using my father's blood was strong enough to make it and Li Na agreed to help him.

"Well, all the underworld is convinced, and they're nervous about the potential for civil war and divisions within groups, the stronger controlling the weak as basically servants."

"I'll do what I need to do before that happens. I just...I need a little more time," I tell him, standing up to pace. If it was up to me I'd never have children. I'm worried I'll only end up hurting them, becoming a horrible father like my own.  

"You only have what, twenty or so months? It'll take at least nine months to conceive, and that child could be a female."

"I know how conception works, Ryan. I'm not a fucking idiot."

"Of course not, sir, but that just leaves you with two chances if you act soon. You need to wed, but if any of the visiting prospects find out about your affair with a human whore you'll lose even more support."

I raise an eyebrow in warning at his completely out of line remark at the same time as I drop him to his knees on the office floor. I'm sure he would've never
thought
of saying something like that to my father who fucked whores as often as some people smoke cigarettes. He needs to remember who the hell he's talking to because I'm not going to put up with his or anyone else's shit. His head stays bowed, eyes down.

"If you
ever
say something that disrespectful to me again, you'll find yourself running on four legs instead of two for the rest of your fucking life. Understood?"

He nods once since I've silenced his tongue as well.

"Now get the fuck out of my sight!" I order loud enough to shake the windows.   

What the hell do these people want me to do? Start an in-house breeding operation? Fuck and impregnate as many shifter women as possible, and then marry the first one who lucks up and has a boy? These are children we're talking about, not a litter of puppies that can be discarded and given away if they're all girls.

I don't get a minute's peace before I'm interrupted again. The asshole doesn't even bother knocking.

"I'm bored. When do I get to munch on your girl again?" Heath asks when he strolls in, running his hands over everything he passes like he owns the place.

"Tonight." I sigh, sitting back down behind my desk. Now that the endorphins are fading, I'm not as amenable to Hope's request. But hell, I've already agreed, so I can't back out now. "She wants me to fuck her while you suck her."

"Do I get to fuck her, too?" he asks, burying his hands casually in his jean pockets like we're discussing plans for dinner. In a way, I guess we are.

"No."

"So I just get to watch you fuck her even though I'll actually be the one making her scream while squeezing your cock?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"That's so fucking unfair!" he whines.

"Tough shit. And you will neither fuck her nor tell her what I am without my permission. Now
leave
," I command.

His feet start walking him backwards per my sheer will. He reaches for the handle of a filing cabinet, pulling out a drawer and almost tipping it over to try and halt the progress. "Fuck you! You didn't say how I had to leave. I'm going out your motherfucking window, you jackass!"

With his acquiescence the compelling force against him lessens, allowing him to walk on his own volition to the window. He's determined to defy me anyway he can. I could
make
him use the door but say to hell with it.

Shoving back the heavy crimson curtains, he unlocks the latch and shimmies the window open. "Take that King Cunt!" he exclaims, flipping me off with both hands before folding his large frame in half to climb out of it. Even though I abhor the bastard, and hate him insulting me with the same crude name we used to call my father, I'm helpless to prevent the grin from spreading across my face because of his ridiculous antics.

…

Hope

I'm in the kitchen making the boys roast beef sandwiches for lunch when Heath strolls in barefooted and dressed casually in baggy jeans and a black rocker tee. He grabs a bag of chips and leans against the counter, popping chips one right after the other into his mouth. I can feel his eyes on me as I move around the room, like a predator stalking his prey. The chips serving as an appetizer before the main course - my vein.

"Can I help you with something?" I finally give in and turn around to ask.

A slow cocky smile stretches across his gorgeous, carefree surfer boy face. "Goddamn right you can," he mutters, his milk chocolate gaze dipping down to my breasts.

"Watch your mouth!" I warn him since the boys are in the dining room a few feet away, just on the other side of the swinging door.

"King Cunt said you want to watch my mouth on you tonight while he's—" Still holding the big yellow bag of chips, he clenches his fists and counter thrusts his hips forward and back a few times to demonstrate without words. I suppose that's better than saying the f-word in the earshot of the twins, although, I despise the c-word.

My cheeks start to burn by the visual. This guy is something else since it's not easy to make a whore blush.

"Yes, I do," I admit. "Is that a problem?"

"Hell no. As long as I get to see you naked," he says with a wink and I'm powerless to stop the warm fluttering low in my belly. "So what's the deal with you two?"

I turn my back to him, focusing on my chore of adding mustard and cheese to the sandwiches. "I'm his paramour."

"Ha!" he barks out a deep laugh. "Classic King Cunt! He's such a pussy. He always does everything half-assed."

"Meaning?" I ask curiously, also wondering about the King reference, but figure he just means he's the biggest c-word there is.

"Eric won't commit to anyone or anything. Never has, probably never will."

"Why not?"

"Because that way he can never fail. He's also a lazy son of a bitch."