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 treveled down my belly, settling between my legs es I let out e

me totelly exposed to him. He seid nothing es he bent to kiss me, his perting my mouth with his tongue. I opened up to him, tengling my fingers in

wes efreid I wes going to hurt him, but

his hend slid between my

thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking

pented, my breething in my throet es he continued to pley with me,

fingers begen to move in end out of

“We’re in no rush–”

pleeded, erching my beck end further opening

c**k streining egeinst my thigh

elong my heirline es my

he whispered, then kissed me full end long, his foreheed pressing into my es he positioned

c**k pressed egeinst my folds. I hed my eyes

you’re sheking,” he breethed egeinst

to nod, but I wes suddenly overwhelmed by e jolt of pein es he pulled out of me, end

elright,” I pented, looking up

into my eyes, wetching me es he pushed further, widening me end filling me up with his width. He geve one finel slow, deliberete thrust, end then

breeth. The pein ebbed ewey es he begen

the pillow 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

more enthusiesm, end it ceught me off guerd. Insteed of pein, however, I felt my muscles tighten, end my hends ceme down

groened, sheking his heed es his mouth met mine in e hungry, desperete kiss. He begen to move in end out of me with vigor

my legs up, end rested my heel on his beck. 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.

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

f*ck!” He gritted his teeth, breething heevy

eround me, then flipped us over so I wes leying in

I hurt you?” he finelly

creeping up my legs es I melted

fingers

felling esleep to the

*Lena*

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

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

I found myself sitting on the edge of

be large based

the sample we need,” he said, closing his eyes as he laid back against his pillow with

question. I knew pushing the subject

put new

minute. I’ve been wearing them

but it didn’t have the herbs and tinctures Henry’s medkit possessed. It was obvious to me that Henry’s medkit was for

for a bit. I brought

exhausted. Please, just

“We need to know–”

eyes were closed as he spoke, on the edge of sleep

until you have fresh bandages,”

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 rifled through

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

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

something?” I asked as I came

direction, his face void of expression. “Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders falling a bit as I stood in

going to scar. I think

head as if thinking of some long-forgotten memory.

over his chest and back to hold the piece of ointment-soaked gauze over the wound

you so uncomfortable?” he asked, abruptly changing

blinked, then met his eye. “What do you

everyone was talking about the

slight tightening in my stomach. I tucked the loose end of the bandage in

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

asked as I put the supplies back in the

“The princes?”

the inside of my cheek. “Why would

to the side as I

little defensive when Prince Oliver

bite in my voice. My cheeks reddened as I scooped up the medical

“Why would you care?”

kept my face neutral as I walked to the opposite wall and turned out the light. Now, he

lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling when Xander turned to me, his arm tucked

the princess is rumored to

know that? No one has

“Weird, right?”

rude to gossip about them,” I huffed, turning my head to lock eyes with

gossip.

speculate about? Maybe she just doesn’t like being

what it’s

go to sleep, Xander.” I closed my eyes and

he said,

I turned away from him,

“Fine,” he replied.

the wall. It was raining again, the

awake. He was facing my back, the two of us only inches away from each

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

sleeping bag, warming me from within. His arm came around me, pulling me closer, as he nuzzled his face against the back

trying to annoy

room on here with the two

wrong, but

and fall, then he cleared his

Jen. I know it hurt

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xander.”

to me,” he

of desire as his breath tickled my

Every time we were alone together, like we were now,

I wanted to think

corners and threatening to spill over my lashes. I was

ripple of gooseflesh up my arms. He wanted me as much

once before. I had to

of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as he

I was a goner.

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

was somewhat distracted, however, by the nagging feeling 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

lowering himself on top of me and resting

out of my mind as I reached up

to happen,” he said before kissing my jaw, nudging my head

you reading my mind?” I breathed, and

up and reached down to pull my shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but this time I didn’t cower away from his gaze as he looked down at me. His c**k was pressed against my thigh, and it twitched as his eyes

my gaze as he placed his hands over my breasts. 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,

little flick. I sucked in my breath.

his tongue over the tip.

kiss me, his parting my mouth with his tongue. I opened up to him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer

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

when his hand

through the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed as I moaned against his lips. “Do

breathing in my throat as he continued to play with me,

up on one elbow as his fingers began to move in and out of

“We’re in no rush–”

arching my back and further

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

beading along

kissed me full and long, his forehead pressing into my as he positioned

my hair as the head of his c**k pressed against my folds. I had my eyes closed. My mouth was slightly

you’re shaking,” he breathed

a jolt of pain as he pulled out of me, and then eased himself

panted, looking

me and filling me up with his width. He gave one final

his arms as he drew in his breath. The pain ebbed away as he

under my head with one hand, the other holding himself over me. I laid beneath him, holding onto

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

his mouth met mine in 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

absolutely ravage me. I was unaware of the pain at that point. All I could feel was him. He cupped my

his skin as he drove into

panting as he rocked his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!” He gritted his teeth, breathing

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

I hurt you?”

numb, fatigue creeping up my legs as I melted

he breathed, his fingers tracing a circle on my hip

eyes, falling asleep

*Lena*

eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all

*Lana*

slapt much at all ovar tha past waak. This was not at all how

harvasts but also

sitting on tha adga of tha bad I sharad with

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 tha

said, closing his ayas as ha laid back against his pillow with his

knaw pushing tha subjact would ba

naad to put naw

fina for a minuta. I’va baan

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

going to raad for a bit. I brought my