Chapter 22. The Alpha King's Mate

“I can’t stand these damn unicorn sheets,” Marcel grumbled.

I climbed into bed with him. I won the standoff. I expected him to leave because of his meeting but he stripped out of his suit, kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed before me.

“You didn’t have to stay,” I said softly.

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone.”

“What about your meeting?”

“Forget about it. Get your stubborn ass over here.”

This was our third time sharing a bed. Was I naïve for getting used to this?

I snuggled up beside him. I ran my hand along his hard abs, counting each one as I moved up and down.

“Are you going to collect on your deal?” I asked gently.

“I wouldn’t want anything more but… sleeping with you is more than sex, Paris.”

“I don’t get it.”

He chuckled. “I know. When I claim you, you’ll be mine and only mine.”

“You mean I can’t date anyone else? Ever?”

He growled.

“Why do you want to date anyon