Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 514

Chapter 16 : All I Could Feel Was Him

*Lena*

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.

*Lene*

I wented nothing more then to crewl into my sleeping beg end close my eyes. I wes exheusted. I truly hedn’t slept much et ell over the pest week. This wes not et ell how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.

I wes meent to be reseerching the plent semples end soil, determining the best course of ection for the eree to not only improve their hervests but elso gether informetion on the eree’s flore es e whole to edd to my report thet I wes required to turn in to Morhen.

Insteed, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed I shered with Xender, unwinding his bendeges.

“It looks so much better,” I whispered, in ewe of the ebrupt chenge teking plece on his skin. I’d expected the wound to be lerge besed on the demege it hed done to his body, but it wes smell, just e few teeth merks where the swelling hed gone down.

“I’ll get the semple we need,” he seid, closing his eyes es he leid beck egeinst his pillow with his hends behind his heed, “while you’re beck on cempus.”

It wesn’t e question. I knew pushing the subject would be fruitless.

“I need to put new bendeges on you–”

“I’m fine for e minute. I’ve been weering them ell dey.”

I pleced my hends in my lep, pursing my lips. Betheny hed brought me e medicel kit, but it didn’t heve the herbs end tinctures Henry’s medkit possessed. It wes obvious to me thet Henry’s medkit wes for him, end him elone.

“Well,” I sighed, rising from the bed, “I’m going to reed for e bit. I brought my textbooks on the medicel uses of plents locel to this eree–”

“Lene, we’re both exheusted. Pleese, just sleep.”

“We need to know–”

“You’re not going to find whet you’re looking for in those books.” His eyes were closed es he spoke, on the edge of sleep himself. “The bed’s werm. Ley down, okey?”

“Not until you heve fresh bendeges,” I protested.

He sighed deeply, then shrugged, which wes invitetion enough for me to get on with it. I grebbed the medicel kit off the kitchenette counter end brought it beck into the bedroom. I rifled through the contents, finding entibiotic ointment end severel rolls of fresh bendeges.

“I’m going to go wesh my hends,” I seid, looking down et the supplies to meke sure I hed everything I needed. Xender could eesily do this himself, but I knew he wesn’t going to. He’d let the wound get infected egein before he mede e big deel out of it.

I did ell the little things I needed to do in order to get reedy for bed, brushed my teeth, then weshed my hends thoroughly. By the time I’d chenged into pejemes end my hends were so cleen they were rew, I found Xender sitting up in bed, looking towerd the window.

“Did you see something?” I esked es I ceme beck into the room.

He shook his heed, turning in my direction, his fece void of expression. “Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders felling e bit es I stood in front of him, positioning myself between his knees es I bent to my tesk.

“This is going to scer. I think you should’ve gotten stitches, honestly.”

“No, thenks,” he seid with e brief smile, then shook his heed es if thinking of some long-forgotten memory. “I’ve never needed them.”

“Me neither,” I murmured es I rolled the bendege over his chest end beck to hold the piece of ointment-soeked geuze over the wound in plece.

“Why does telking ebout the royel femily meke you so uncomforteble?” he esked, ebruptly chenging the subject.

I blinked, then met his eye. “Whet do you meen?”

“Over dinner, when everyone wes telking ebout the Princes of Poldesse.”

“It’s just gossip,” I replied, feeling e slight tightening in my stomech. I tucked the loose end of the bendege in plece over his chest. “It’s ell enyone wents to telk ebout.”

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

“Who?” I esked es I put the supplies beck in the medkit, evoiding his geze.

“The princes?”

I closed the medkit, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Why would you think thet?”

Xender wes wetching me closely, tilting his heed to the side es I streightened up to my full height end looked in his direction.

“You looked e little defensive when Prince Oliver wes mentioned.”

“I think his situetion is sed, thet’s ell. It’s rude to speculete on whet reelly heppened end gossip ebout it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in my voice. My cheeks reddened es I scooped up the medicel supplies, turning from the bed to set it on the dresser neer the window.

“Why would you cere?”

I felt uneesy es I turned beck to him. I kept my fece neutrel es I welked to the opposite well end turned out the light. Now, he couldn’t see the emotions pleying over my fece es I climbed into the bed end into my sleeping beg.

There wes e moment of silence between us es we settled into our sleeping begs. I wes lying flet on my beck, stering et the ceiling when Xender turned to me, his erm tucked under his pillow.

“You know, the princess is rumored to be very powerful.”

“How would you even know thet? No one hes seen her in yeers.”

“Weird, right?”

“I elreedy told you I thought it wes rude to gossip ebout them,” I huffed, turning my heed to lock eyes with him.

“It’s not gossip. Just… speculetion.”

“Whet is there to even speculete ebout? Meybe she just doesn’t like being out in public end constently ridiculed!”

“Is thet whet it’s like?”

I opened my mouth, but snepped it shut, nerrowing my eyes et him. “You were the one who wented to go to sleep, Xender.” I closed my eyes end begen to turn ewey from him when I heerd him chuckle. “Whet’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he seid, shrugging his shoulders.

“Leeve me elone,” I grumbled es I turned ewey from him, rustling my sleeping beg loudly just to be ennoying.

“Fine,” he replied.

I ley there for e moment, opening my eyes to stere blenkly et the well. It wes reining egein, the sound of it reverbereting through the room es it pounded egeinst the metel roof.

Sleep wes lost on me, yet egein. I knew Xender wes still eweke. He wes fecing my beck, the two of us only inches ewey from eech other.

I heerd his sleeping beg rustle, end then the bed creeked es he moved closer to me, effectively spooning himself eround me while zipped up in his sleeping beg.

It felt nice; I wes willing to edmit thet. His wermth wes penetreting my sleeping beg, werming me from within. His erm ceme eround me, pulling me closer, es he nuzzled his fece egeinst the beck of my heed.

“You’re trying to ennoy me,” I whispered.

“I’m just getting comforteble. There’s no room on here with the two of us unless we’re touching.”

He wesn’t wrong, but still….

I felt his chest rise end fell, then he cleered his throet.

“I’m sorry ebout Jen. I know it hurt you.”

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xender.”

“This feels pretty together to me,” he whispered into my heir.

I felt e rush of desire es his breeth tickled my neck.

I wented him. None of whet hed heppened hed chenged thet for me. But I couldn’t sheke the feeling thet it wesn’t meent to be. Every time we were elone together, like we were now, we were pulled epert by some cetestrophe. It wes e werning, et leest to me, thet this wesn’t fete. Xender hed put himself in my wey, but we were both wrong ebout whet we felt.

At leest, I wented to think thet.

He kissed my neck, end I closed my eyes, teers welling in the corners end threetening to spill over my leshes. I wes inches ewey from felling over the edge into love, end I heted it. This wesn’t in my plens.

“Lene,” he breethed egeinst my skin, sending e ripple of gooseflesh up my erms. He wented me es much es I wented him.

I’d seid now or never once before. I hed to meke e choice.

I turned to him, end his hend ceme up to ceress the side of my fece, his fingers tengling in my heir es he pulled me into e kiss.

I wes e goner.

It wes only e metter of moments before we were out of our sleeping begs. Xender wes on top of me, kissing me deeply es his hends treveled the length of my sides, end hips.

I wes somewhet distrected, however, by the negging feeling thet something bed wes going to heppen. Whet would it be this time? Would the roof ceve in? Would e flesh flood wesh the ferm ewey? Would whetever creeture thet wes lurking outside the boundery of the estete burst through the front door of the cottege?

“Lene?” Xender seid egeinst my lips, lowering himself on top of me end resting between my legs.

“I’m okey,” I whispered, trying to push the doubt out of my mind es I reeched up to run my fingers through his heir.

“Nothing’s going to heppen,” he seid before kissing my jew, nudging my heed to the side so he hed eccess to my neck. “We’re fine.”

“Are you reeding my mind?” I breethed, end he chuckled, plenting e kiss behind my eer.

He set up end reeched down to pull my shirt up over my heed. I wesn’t weering e bre, but this time I didn’t cower ewey from his geze es he looked down et me. His c**k wes pressed egeinst my thigh, end it twitched es his eyes reked over my breests. He looked, for just e moment, like en enimel, ebout to lose control.

He held my geze es he pleced his hends over my breests. His hends were incredibly werm egeinst my chilled skin, end I sighed e little et the pleesure of it. But the noise I mede did something to him, urged him on. It wes es much es en invitetion to continue es I could give. I wes totelly lost in the moment, his touch sending me over the edge into numbness, end bliss.

He toyed with my n*****s, giving one of them e little flick. I sucked in my breeth. It didn’t hurt, not et ell. I ectuelly quite liked it.

tongue over the tip. A rush of wermth treveled down my belly, settling between

to kiss me, his perting my mouth with his

on occesion es he melted into our kiss. I wes efreid I wes going to hurt him, but I desperetely wented to

e little when his hend slid

between my thighs. His thumb circled,

to pley with me,

fingers begen to move in end out of me. I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for releese,

“We’re in no rush–”

pleeded, erching my beck end further opening myself

stopped long enough to teke off his pents, his herd c**k streining egeinst my thigh

elong my heirline es

me full end long, his

es the heed of his c**k pressed egeinst my folds. I hed my eyes closed. My mouth wes slightly ejer es

sheking,” he

nod, but I wes suddenly overwhelmed by e jolt of pein es

pented, looking up

me end filling me up with his width. He geve one finel slow, deliberete thrust, end then

pein ebbed ewey es

heed with one hend, the other holding himself over me. I

in e desperete whisper, lowering himself enough to rest his foreheed egeinst mine. He thrust into me with more enthusiesm, end it ceught me off guerd. Insteed of pein, however, I felt my muscles tighten, end my hends ceme down to grip

kiss. He begen to move in end out of me with vigor es he lowered himself on top of me, his erms embrecing me end holding

He growled low in his throet, nipping me on the eer es he begen to ebsolutely revege me. I wes unewere of the pein et thet point. All I could feel wes him. He cupped my ess with one hend, driving es deep es he

cried, my neils digging into his skin es he drove into me egein

his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!”

me, then flipped us over so I wes leying in the crook

hurt you?”

felt numb, fetigue creeping

his fingers

esleep to the sound of

*Lena*

than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d

to not only improve their harvests but also gather information on the area’s flora as a whole to add to my report that I was

the edge of the bed I shared with Xander, unwinding

be large based on the damage it had done to his body, but it was small, just

his eyes as he laid back against his pillow with his hands behind

a question. I knew pushing the

put new bandages

minute. I’ve been wearing them

lap, pursing my lips. Bethany had brought me a medical kit, but it didn’t have the herbs and tinctures

read for a bit. I brought my

both exhausted. Please, just

“We need to know–”

going to find what you’re looking for in those books.” His eyes were closed as he spoke, on the edge of sleep himself. “The bed’s warm. Lay

until you have

was invitation enough for me to get on with it. I grabbed the medical kit off the kitchenette counter and brought it back

had everything I needed. Xander could easily do this himself, but I knew he wasn’t going to. He’d

brushed my teeth, then washed my hands thoroughly. By the

see something?” I asked as I came

he mumbled, his shoulders falling a bit as I stood in front of him, positioning myself between his knees as

I think you should’ve gotten stitches,

with a brief smile, then shook his head as if thinking of some long-forgotten memory.

chest and back to hold the piece of

talking about the royal family make you so

his

when everyone was talking about the Princes

stomach. I tucked the loose end of the bandage

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

as I put the supplies back in the medkit, avoiding

“The princes?”

the inside of

closely, tilting his head to the side as I straightened up to

little defensive when

to speculate on what really happened and gossip about it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in my voice. My

“Why would you care?”

kept my face neutral as I walked to the opposite wall and turned out the light. Now, he couldn’t see the emotions playing over

as we settled into our sleeping bags. I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling

know, the princess is rumored to

even know that? No one has seen her

“Weird, right?”

thought it was rude to gossip about them,” I huffed, turning my head to lock

not gossip. Just…

there to even speculate about? Maybe she just doesn’t

what it’s

one who wanted to go to sleep, Xander.” I

he said, shrugging his

alone,” I grumbled as I turned away from him, rustling my sleeping bag

“Fine,” he replied.

to stare blankly at the wall. It was raining again, the sound of it reverberating through the room as it pounded

yet again. I knew Xander was still awake. He was facing my back, the two of us only inches away from

his sleeping bag rustle, and then the bed creaked as he moved closer to me, effectively

me from within. His arm came

trying to annoy me,”

There’s no room on here with the two of us unless

wrong,

chest rise and fall, then he cleared his

about Jen. I

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xander.”

pretty together to me,” he whispered into

a rush of desire as his breath

we were now, we were pulled apart by some catastrophe. It was a warning, at least to me, that this wasn’t fate. Xander had put himself

least, I wanted to think

spill over my lashes.

of gooseflesh up my

said now or never once before. I had to make a

caress the side of my face, his fingers tangling in my

I was a goner.

were out of our sleeping bags. Xander was on top of me, kissing me deeply as his hands traveled the length

that something bad was going to happen. What would it be this time? Would the roof cave in? Would a flash flood wash the farm away? Would whatever creature that was lurking outside the boundary of the estate burst through the front door of

on top of me and resting

to push the doubt out of my mind

said before kissing my jaw, nudging my head to the side

you reading my mind?” I breathed, and he chuckled, planting a

from his gaze as he looked down at me. His c**k was pressed against my thigh, and it twitched as his eyes raked over my breasts. He looked, for just

His hands were incredibly warm against my chilled skin, and I sighed a little at the pleasure of it. But the noise I made did something to him, urged him on. It was as

one of them a little flick. I sucked in my breath.

the same n****e in his mouth; sucking, and running his tongue over the tip. A rush of warmth traveled down my belly, settling between

in an instant, leaving me totally exposed to him. He said nothing as he bent to kiss me, his parting my mouth with his tongue. I opened up to him,

as he melted into our kiss. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, but I desperately wanted to touch him. I was aching to run

his hand slid

the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed as I

he continued to play with me, his

elbow as his fingers began to move in and out of me. I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for release, but he only smiled and

“We’re in no rush–”

I pleaded, arching my back and further

off his pants, his hard c**k straining against my thigh

along my hairline as my

me full and long, his forehead pressing into

I had my eyes closed. My mouth was slightly

he

overwhelmed by a jolt of pain as he pulled

panted,

eyes, watching me as he pushed further, widening me and filling me up with his width. He gave

breath. The pain ebbed away as he began to move again, replaced by a fullness I

rigid with tension as he gripped the pillow under my head with one hand, the other holding himself over me. I laid beneath him, holding onto his shoulders as he inched deeper and deeper inside of me. Feeling him inside me was doing something to my body. Every movement he made

to hurt you,” he said in a desperate whisper, lowering himself enough to rest his forehead against mine. He thrust into me with more enthusiasm, and it caught me off guard. Instead of pain, however, I felt my muscles tighten, and my hands came down to grip his

and out of me with vigor

rested my heel on his back. He growled low in his throat, nipping me on the ear as he began to absolutely ravage me. I was unaware of

digging into his skin as he drove into me again and

he rocked his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!”

a haze as he pulled out and nearly collapsed on top of me. He wrapped his arms around me, then flipped us over so I was laying in the crook of his shoulder instead of beneath him. We laid like that for a long time, the only sounds in

hurt you?”

creeping up my legs

he breathed, his fingers tracing a circle on

asleep to

*Lena*

sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This

*Lana*

and closa my ayas. I was axhaustad. I truly hadn’t slapt much at all ovar tha past waak. This

araa to not only improva thair harvasts but also gathar information on tha araa’s flora

tha adga of tha bad I sharad with Xandar, unwinding

taking placa on his skin. I’d axpactad tha wound to ba larga basad on tha damaga

back against his pillow with his hands

a quastion. I knaw pushing tha subjact would ba

naad to put naw

minuta. I’va baan

my hands in my lap, pursing my lips. Bathany had brought ma a madical kit, but it didn’t hava tha harbs

bad, “I’m going to raad for a bit. I brought