Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 63: A Salute to Rose

*Tristan*

I need to do something about Emily. I heard her say that she sent that woman in there to kill Rose with my own two ears, and it’s driving me batshit crazy that the king refuses to believe me.

It makes me wanna sneak into her room in the middle of the night, put a pillow over her face, and hold it down until she stops struggling.

“You’re up next on Rose duty,” Eli says, cutting through my thoughts. He’s sitting on his couch, tossing a ball up in the air and catching it.

“I know,” I say. I haven’t forgotten that. He’s already confirmed that he had sex with her, and I know that Reece intends to as well. He probably is doing so right at this moment or already has.

Mark is being his stoic self, refusing to admit he wants to have sex with our beautiful woman when it’s his turn to watch her. He keeps his arms folded across his chiseled chest, looking a bit too much like a statue carved of marble.

I shake my head. I’ve gotta figure out what to do about this.

“You’re going to drive yourself crazy,” Kelly warns, plopping down on the couch next to her brother. She’s talking to me. “Crazier.”

I smirk at her. “What do you propose we do? What if she doesn’t give up and tries to kill Rose again?”

Kelly shrugs. “I don’t know, but I hope she’s learned her lesson. And surely none of her maids or friends would do what she says now after how she threw Tara under the bus.”

“Well, I wanna play a game of darts with her literal face as the target.” I can’t help but glower at her as I think of Emily.

“King Gene has to come around and let us get rid of Emily,” Mark says.

“Ahh, the statue speaks,” I mumble.

Mark glares at me before he continues. “We can’t continue to work for this man when everything he’s about is a sham or dangerous.”

“I agree,” Eli adds. “But you heard him. If we try to end the deal, we’re putting Rose at risk. It’s not safe. Not right now.”

“We may have to wait until one of us is king, then take over,” I propose. “It’ll be easier then.”

“When one of us is married to Emily?” Mark spits, his face crinkled in disgust.

“Well, marriages can be dissolved,” I say, but he has a point. I don’t want to marry her either.

We continue to stare at one another for a long time until I get up to go outside and walk around for a bit, trying to release some of my anger. It doesn’t work. I go to bed that night still wanting to punch Emily in the face.

The next morning when I wake up, I’m still in a foul mood, but at least I have seeing Rose to look forward to. I check the clock and realize I have a few hours until it’s my shift. I hope that Reece lets her get some sleep. I intend to wear her out myself… a little.

I eat breakfast with the others, none of us saying much. We are all agitated. We are used to being able to solve any problems that come our way, but in this case, it seems nearly impossible.

I just want Emily to be dead. Is that so much to ask for?

When it’s my turn to go to Rose’s room, I practically run down the hallway, knocking on her door with my fist. “Times up, Reece!”

He opens the door, his hair a little messy, his clothes a little wrinkly. “I still have a minute and a half,” he declares.

I shake my head. “Not according to my watch.” I hold up my wrist… which is empty.

He shakes his head. “Come back in ninety seconds.”

“No!” I argue, standing my ground.

Rose comes over like she is our mother. “All right, guys,” she says, pushing herself between us.

“Stop fighting over me.” She turns to Reece. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome,” he says in return.

“And I hope your ass stops hurting really soon,” Rose continues.

My eyes widen. “What the hell did she do to you?” I ask, a thousand images crowding my mind.

Reece snarls at me. “I fell down.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what they all say. Did you walk into a door knob with your asshole, too? It’s okay, Reece, sweetie. You can tell Tristan. I’m here for you.”

Rose is gigging and covering her mouth with both hands as Reece pushes past me, hitting me in the shoulder with his shoulder as he goes.

“Be nice to her, Tristan. She’s not a blow-up doll,” he tells me.

“I will be,” I assure him. “I don’t need any bruises on my behind.”

He continues to glare at me before he walks away, and I step into the room, taking Rose in my arms.

She is still giggling. “He really did fall down. Twice.”

“Sure he did. It’s okay, little flower. Whatever you shoved up his bunger hole, just don’t shove it up mine, okay? For me, that’s an exit only.”

“Tristan!” she exclaims, still laughing. I kiss her, my lips crashing into hers, and her laughter vibrates against my mouth for a few seconds before she stops laughing and is kissing me back.

I can’t speak or think at the moment. All I want to do is consume her. It’s been far too long for me, and now that I have a little taste of her, I’m like a glutton with a fork and a variety of pies unguarded by the chef in front of me. I need to dig in.

I feel her ravenous need for me as well. I begin tearing at her clothes, wanting them off her immediately. She is fumbling with my buttons, and I wish I would’ve changed into a T-shirt and shorts before I came, but I was in such a hurry, I’m still wearing my professional attire. Damn these stupid buttons!

I end up taking over for her and ripping at my shirt so that most of the buttons pop off and land on the floor. I’ll worry about that later. Visions of me leaving her room tomorrow dressed in one of her little skimpy tube tops come to mind, and I almost laugh.

But her hand lands on my cock right before the chuckle escapes my throat, and nothing is funny anymore.

Finished stripping her, I kick off my shoes and wiggle out of my pants. Now, both of us are naked, and I want her so badly, I’m not thinking straight.

Rose puts out a hand between us and leans back. “Babies,” she says.

My libido comes to a screeching halt, as if she is saying babies are watching us. “What?” I ask her.

“We should be careful about our position because of the babies,” she tells me.

“Oh, right,” I say, nodding my head. “What do you prefer?”

She glances around the room, and her eyes settle on the table where she usually eats. It’s about the right height for me. We both shrug, and I scoop her up, setting her on the edge of the table, away from where she usually has her plate.

I take my time kissing her, massaging her breasts, playing with her folds. I need to get myself spring-loaded again. The mention of babies did me in for a bit.

Soon enough, I’m as sturdy as a flagpole again, and I ease my way into her, not wanting to poke any of the babies in the eye. I figure they’ll see me coming and float out of the way.

Rose grips my waist and pulls herself tight around me, wrapping her legs around my hips, too. She feels so good, I can’t help but grunt and groan as I thrust inside of her. She has her head tipped back, her eyes closed, and she’s breathing heavily.

I want to keep her here all night. I want to stay inside of her, making her feel this good, until Mark comes and knocks on the door for his shift. And even then, I wanna tell him if he’s passing on making this beautiful woman come undone, then I’ll keep up my turn.

But I can’t last that long. In fact, she has me so wound up, it doesn’t take long at all until I’m shooting off all of my firecrackers and left gasping for air.

“Sorry,” I mutter as I rest my head on her shoulder. “You just… I missed you….”

She laughs. “Don’t be sorry. That was great.”

“That was faster than a jackrabbit on a first date,” I tell her.

Rose looks puzzled. “Is that fast?”

I nod. “I’d imagine so.” I kiss her, still not able to breathe deeply enough to fill my lungs.

Scooping her up, I take her over to her bed and deposit her against the pillows. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

She grins at me. “Is that allowed?”

Shrugging, I remind her, “You're already knocked up. All bets are off.”

I kiss her and pull the blankets down from beneath her, ready to take her again, in just a few minutes, once Lil’ Tristan is at full staff again.

At this rate, Rose will be pregnant soon, and we can get King Gene out of the castle so that our people will finally prosper.

We just have to figure out how to keep Rose safe—and alive.