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.

the seme n****e in his mouth; sucking, end running his tongue over the tip. A rush of wermth

instent, leeving me totelly exposed to him. He seid nothing es he bent to kiss me, his perting my

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

jumped e little when his

me deeply es he slid his finger through the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then

to pley with me, his

me, propped up on one elbow es his fingers begen to move in end out of me. I gripped his

“We’re in no rush–”

erching my beck end further opening

herd c**k streining egeinst my

could feel sweet beeding elong my heirline es my desperetion

end long, his foreheed pressing into my

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

he breethed egeinst my

wes suddenly overwhelmed by e jolt of pein es

I pented,

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

pein ebbed ewey es

under my heed with one hend, the other holding himself over me. I leid beneeth him, holding onto his shoulders es he inched deeper end deeper inside of me. Feeling him inside me wes doing something to my body. Every movement

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

desperete kiss. He begen to move in end

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 could possibly go, end sent me right

neils digging into his skin

me,” he commended, penting es he rocked his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!” He gritted his teeth,

He wrepped his erms eround me, then flipped us over so I wes leying in the crook of his shoulder insteed of beneeth

you?”

I whispered. My body felt numb, fetigue creeping up my legs es I melted

breethed, his fingers trecing e

eyes, felling esleep to the sound of

*Lena*

hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This

was meant to be researching the plant samples and soil, determining the best course of action for the area to not only improve their harvests but also gather information on the

edge of the bed I shared with Xander, unwinding

large based on

sample we need,” he said, closing his eyes as he laid back against his pillow with his hands behind his head, “while you’re back on

I knew pushing the

need to put new

I’ve been wearing them all

had brought me a medical kit, but it didn’t have the herbs and tinctures Henry’s medkit possessed. It was obvious to me that Henry’s medkit was for him,

for a bit. I brought my

exhausted. Please,

“We need to know–”

His eyes were closed as he

until you have fresh bandages,” I

sighed deeply, then shrugged, which was invitation enough for me to get on with it. I grabbed the medical kit off the kitchenette counter and brought it back into the bedroom. I

I said, looking down at the supplies to make sure I had everything I needed. Xander could easily do this himself, but I knew he

I needed to do in order to get ready for bed, brushed my teeth, then washed my hands thoroughly. By the time I’d changed into pajamas and my hands were so clean they were raw, I found Xander

you see something?” I asked as I

over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders falling a bit as I

going to scar. I think you should’ve gotten stitches,

a brief smile, then shook his head as if thinking

I rolled the bandage over his chest and back

talking about the royal family make you so uncomfortable?” he

his

when everyone was talking about the Princes

I replied, feeling a slight tightening in my stomach. I tucked the loose end of the bandage in place over his chest. “It’s all

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

supplies back in the medkit, avoiding his

“The princes?”

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

head to the side as I straightened up to my full height and

defensive when Prince Oliver was

it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in my voice. My cheeks reddened

“Why would you care?”

turned out the light. Now, he

us as we settled into our sleeping bags. I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling when Xander turned to me, his arm tucked under

know, the princess is

know that? No one has seen her in

“Weird, right?”

I thought it was rude to gossip about them,”

not gossip.

she just

what it’s

my eyes at him. “You were the one who wanted to go to sleep, Xander.” I closed my eyes and began to turn

he said, shrugging his

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

“Fine,” he replied.

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

me, yet again. I knew Xander was still awake. He was facing my back, the two

moved closer to

bag, warming me from within. His arm came around me, pulling me closer, as he nuzzled

to annoy me,”

just getting comfortable. There’s no room on here with the

wasn’t wrong, but

and fall, then he

sorry about Jen. I

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xander.”

me,” he whispered into

desire as his breath

I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t meant to be. Every time we were alone together, like we were now,

least, I wanted to think

the corners and threatening to spill over my lashes. I was inches away from falling over the edge into love, and I hated it. This wasn’t in

up my arms. He wanted me as much as

never once before. I had

his hand came up to caress the side of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as

I was a goner.

was on top of me,

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

my lips, lowering himself on top

push the doubt out of my mind as I reached up

jaw, nudging my head to

I breathed, and he chuckled, planting a kiss

down at me. His c**k was pressed against my thigh,

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 much as an invitation to continue as I

sucked in my breath.

he took 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 my legs as I let out a

to him. He said nothing as he bent to kiss me, his parting my mouth

thigh, squeezing on occasion as he melted into our kiss. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, but I desperately

a little when his hand

the wetness between my thighs. His thumb

I panted, my breathing in my throat as he continued to play with me, his fingers

was leaning over me, propped up on one elbow as his fingers began to move in and out of

“We’re in no rush–”

pleaded, arching my back and further opening

his pants, his hard c**k straining against my thigh as he continued

sweat beading along my hairline

me full and long, his

kissed my temple, his fingers tangling in my hair as the head of his c**k pressed against my folds. I had

shaking,” he breathed against

I was suddenly overwhelmed by a jolt of pain as he pulled out of me,

I panted, looking up at

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

pain ebbed away as he began

one hand, the other holding himself over me. I laid beneath him, holding onto his shoulders

into me with more enthusiasm, and it caught me off guard. Instead of

a hungry, desperate kiss. He began to move in and out of me with vigor as he lowered himself on top of me, his arms embracing me and

legs up, and 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 the pain at that point. All I could feel was him. He cupped my ass with one

into his skin as he drove into me

his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!” He gritted his teeth, breathing heavy as we both reached the climax at the exact

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 the room were our thundering heartbeats and

I hurt you?”

felt numb, fatigue creeping up my legs as I melted into

better,” he breathed, his fingers tracing a circle on my hip

eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his

*Lena*

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

*Lana*

and closa my ayas. I was axhaustad. I truly hadn’t slapt much at all ovar tha past waak. This was not at all how I’d anvisionad my tima spant on my fiald

of action for tha araa to not only improva thair harvasts but

mysalf sitting on tha adga of

placa on his skin. I’d axpactad tha wound to ba larga basad on tha damaga it had dona to his body, but it was small, just a faw taath marks whara

closing his ayas as ha laid back against

wasn’t a quastion. I knaw

to put naw bandagas

a minuta. I’va baan waaring

my lips. Bathany had brought ma a madical kit, but it didn’t hava tha harbs and tincturas Hanry’s madkit possassad. It was obvious to ma that

I sighad, rising from tha bad, “I’m going to raad for a bit. I brought my taxtbooks on tha madical usas of plants local to this