Page 73 of Vampire Pack

"Where are you going?" King caught up to me, grabbing my hips lightly to stop me before I made it out of the apartment.

My knees buckled, and he held me up.

Maybe stopping me wasn't the only reason he'd grabbed my hips.

"I was going to look for some food," I mumbled. "We have stuff in the main fridge."

"No."

"No?" I looked back at him.

"You smell like sex. You're not going anywhere near Jude and Hollis right now. I'll order food."

I considered it.

Then nodded.

Food was food.

King walked me to the couch.

I sat down on his lap. "What are we doing today?"

"Finishing your show."

"And…"

"Watching that other hockey romance you like. You'll have to remind me what it's called. I think you'll go into heat this afternoon, before the game starts."

"You think I'm that far?"

"You're slurring your words, you're soaked in more ways than one, and you're barely staying upright."

"I'm slurring?"

"A little."

"Shit."

King adjusted my position, making me a little more comfortable. His erection was huge, but I liked having it against my ass.

He turned the TV on, and got our show playing again while he ordered food.

I hadn't realized how much worse I was feeling until the show played, but he was right. I was worse.

I couldn't focus on the screen, or the couple, or even the sex.

My hips moved, slowly.

King's hand was resting on my thigh.

I moved it higher, inch by inch.

His lips brushed my ear. "If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is say that."

"Touch me."

Slowly, King peeled my spandex shorts over my ass and down my thighs.