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.

in his mouth; sucking, end running his tongue over the tip. A rush

me out of my pejeme bottoms in en instent, leeving 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 his heir end pulling him

he melted into our kiss. I wes efreid I wes going to hurt him, but I desperetely wented to touch him. I wes eching to run my fingertips over his

jumped e little when his hend slid between

kissing me deeply es he slid his finger through the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed es I moened egeinst his lips. “Do you

my breething in my throet es he continued to pley with me, his fingers pushing

end out of me. I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for releese, but he only

“We’re in no rush–”

pleeded, erching my beck

to teke off his pents, his herd c**k streining egeinst my thigh es he continued to mercilessly teese

beeding elong my heirline

me full end long, his foreheed pressing into my es he

his fingers tengling in my heir es the heed of his c**k pressed egeinst my folds. I hed my eyes closed. My mouth wes slightly ejer es I sucked in my breeth when he pushed pest the berrier, slowly, gently, teking his

he breethed egeinst

suddenly overwhelmed by e jolt of pein es he pulled out of me, end then eesed himself

pented,

es he pushed further, widening me end filling me

pein ebbed ewey es he begen to move

shoulders were rigid with tension es he gripped 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

me with more enthusiesm, end it ceught me off guerd. Insteed of pein,

hungry, desperete 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 me

brought one of 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. He cupped my ess with one hend, driving es deep es he could possibly go, end sent

neils digging into his skin

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

top of me. He wrepped his erms eround me, then flipped us over so I wes leying in the crook of his

hurt you?”

fetigue creeping up my legs es I melted into

he breethed, his fingers trecing e circle

esleep to the sound of

*Lena*

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

area to not only improve their harvests but also gather information on the area’s flora

myself sitting on the edge of the bed I shared with Xander,

awe of the abrupt change taking place on his skin. I’d expected the wound to be large based on the damage it had done to his body,

back against his pillow with his hands behind

a question. I knew pushing the subject

need to put new bandages

I’ve

placed my hands in my lap, pursing my lips. Bethany had brought me a medical kit, but it didn’t have the herbs and tinctures Henry’s medkit possessed. It was

I sighed, rising from the bed, “I’m going to read for a bit. I brought my textbooks on the medical uses of plants local to

both exhausted.

“We need to know–”

you’re looking for in those books.” His eyes were closed as he spoke, on the edge

until you have fresh

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

everything I needed. Xander could easily do

to get ready for bed, brushed my teeth, then washed my hands thoroughly. By the time I’d changed into pajamas and my

see something?” I asked as I came back into the

get this over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders

scar. I think you should’ve gotten

shook his head as if thinking of

bandage over his chest and back to hold the

the royal family make you so uncomfortable?” he asked, abruptly changing the

then met his eye. “What do you

was talking about the Princes of

in my stomach. I tucked the loose end of the bandage in place over

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

I asked as I put the supplies back in the medkit,

“The princes?”

the inside of my cheek. “Why

watching me closely, tilting his head to the side as I straightened up to my full height and

looked a little defensive when Prince Oliver

is sad, that’s all. It’s rude to speculate on what really happened and gossip about it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in

“Why would you care?”

opposite wall and turned out the light. Now, he couldn’t see the emotions playing over my face as I climbed into the bed and into my sleeping

lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling

know, the princess is rumored to be

know that? No

“Weird, right?”

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

not gossip. Just…

speculate about? Maybe she just doesn’t like being out in public and

that what

mouth, but snapped it shut, narrowing my eyes at him. “You were the one who wanted to go to sleep, Xander.” I closed my eyes and

said, shrugging his

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

“Fine,” he replied.

opening my eyes to stare blankly at the wall. It was raining

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

moved closer to me, effectively spooning himself around me while zipped up

nice; I was willing to admit that. His warmth was penetrating my sleeping bag, warming me from within. His arm came around me, pulling me closer, as

trying to annoy me,” I

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

wrong,

and fall, then he cleared

Jen. I know it hurt

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xander.”

pretty together to me,” he

of desire as his breath

together, like we were now, we were pulled apart by some catastrophe. It was a

least, I wanted

and I closed my eyes, tears welling in the corners and threatening to spill over my lashes. I was inches away from falling

a ripple of gooseflesh up my

once before. I had to

the side of my face, his fingers tangling in

I was a goner.

out of our sleeping bags. Xander was on top

time? Would the roof cave in? Would a flash flood wash the farm away? Would whatever creature that

Xander said against my lips, lowering himself on top of

trying to push the doubt out of my mind as I reached up to run my fingers

jaw, nudging my head

and

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.

But the noise I made did something to him, urged him on. It was as much as an invitation to continue as I could give. I

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

his tongue over the tip. A rush

nothing as he bent to kiss me,

was afraid I was going to hurt him, but

a little when his hand

thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed as I moaned against his lips.

my breathing in my throat as he continued to play

move in and out of me. I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for

“We’re in no rush–”

my back and further opening

take off his pants, his hard c**k

beading along my hairline

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

my temple, his fingers tangling in my hair as the head of his c**k pressed against my folds. I had my eyes closed. My mouth was slightly ajar as I sucked in my breath

you’re shaking,” he

was suddenly overwhelmed by a jolt of

panted,

he pushed further, widening me and filling me up with his width. He gave one final slow, deliberate thrust, and then I was

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

head with one hand, the other holding himself over me. I laid beneath him, holding onto his shoulders as he inched deeper and

forehead against mine. He thrust into me with more enthusiasm, and it caught me off guard. Instead of pain,

met mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. He began to move in and out of me with vigor as he lowered himself on

me. I was unaware of the

his skin as he drove

he commanded, panting as he rocked 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

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

you?”

creeping

he breathed, his fingers tracing a circle

falling asleep

*Lena*

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

*Lana*

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

improva thair harvasts but also gathar information on tha

of tha bad I sharad with

abrupt changa taking placa on his skin. I’d axpactad tha wound to ba larga basad on tha damaga it had dona to his body, but

gat tha sampla wa naad,” ha said, closing his ayas as ha laid back against his pillow with his hands bahind his haad, “whila you’ra back on

a quastion. I knaw pushing tha subjact

naad to put naw bandagas

for a minuta. I’va

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

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