Page 33 of Come for Me
I gasp, needing him now.
“Your Majesty,” the male says.
Dax’s eyes glow, sparing a glance over my shoulder, then rubs the head of his cock on my clit.
“What is it, Sam?”
Great, that’s twice today he’s caught me with my ass out.
“Olivia’s here.”
Dax pauses our enmeshment at the female’s name, the mood shifting instantly.
A jolt of jealousy encroaches me.
Dax glares at Sam. I follow his gaze to a smirking Sam standing in the middle of Dax’s study. Sam jerks back when his gray eyes connect with my wolf’s glowing set.
I suppress a growl, demanding to know who this female is who’s come between us and what about her arrival is so amusing to Sam to have Dax throwing daggers.
Sam’s eyes dart from me to Dax, unclear what to do. Dax takes a step away from me, running his hands through his hair. My mouth opens at his need for distance, and my heart races.
Who is Olivia?
Dax snatches a book off his shelf and hurls it at the wall.
I flinch to the side and look around at the other men in the room, and none of them seem fazed by their king’s outburst.
That’s a red flag, right?
Dax covers his reddened face before putting his hands on his hips, focused on the ground, following an audible sigh.
Moments pass like this, and Dax still hasn’t explained who this Olivia is.
“Alaina, go with Sam.”
My eyes bug.Excuse me?
“He’ll show you around until I can catch up with you later.”
I consider crossing one leg over the other, as well as my arms, refusing to go, like a child throwing a tantrum. Not wanting to show him that side of me, I opt for a softer approach.
“I want to stay with you,” I murmur, reaching out to touch his arm.
He looks at my hand, then turns and walks to the other side of the room to toss me his shirt.
I catch it and blink rapidly.Why is he being so cold?
“Alaina.Go.”
What’s his problem?One minute, he’s all about me, with his chauvinistic ways—the next, he’s casting me aside at the mention of another woman. He couldn’t get away from me fast enough when I went to touch him again.
I tug his shirt over my head.
He’s a king. Did you really think you were enough for him?
Despite my rage, I go quietly, sending daggers to the back of his head.
Sam leads me out of Dax’s study, through the castle corridors, and into a hallway. The crown moulding near Dax’s dwellings subtly directs us to the king’s wing. Sam rambles off tour-guide babble. If he’s attempting to distract me, he’ll have to do better than lavish staircases and high ceilings.
