Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 562

Chapter 62 : Open Up to Him

*Lena*

Xander shut my bedroom door behind him, the sound of the party going on downstairs dying down to faint vibration as he snapped the lock shut.

I closed my eyes as I walked forward, chasing the moonlight filtering through the silken curtains letting in the breeze off the balcony.

Maybe I’d been wrong. I’d been looking at this all the wrong way. For so long, being a White Queen meant losing control of my own destiny.

But Xander had been… he’d been right. I’d be queen. I’d have responsibilities, sure. I’d have a duty to my lands, my people, and my family.

But I’d still be me, deep down. Right?

“Do you need help with that?”

I hadn’t realized I was fumbling with the laces on the back of my dress until Xander’s voice filled the room. I felt his fingers against my back, his fingertips grazing my skin as he undid each strap. I felt my bodice loosen, and clasped my breasts to prevent my dress from falling as I turned around to face him.

I meant to thank him, but before I could say anything at all, he said, “Did anyone mention the mark?”

He traced it with his finger, the feeling of his skin on mine sending a thrill of heat through me.

“I’m sure people saw.”

“And what do you think they’ll say?”

“I don’t really care,” I whispered, closing my eyes as he continued to run his touch over my mark, then my collarbone.

“That’s a first,” he breathed, a hint of mirth in his voice.

“Thank you for helping me with my dress. You can go now.” I set my jaw, staring up into his eyes. My body was screaming for him not to go. But my heart and my mind were fighting over what was right.

We’d broken up, right? There was a reason for that. Xander hadn’t told me the whole truth. Not even a sliver of it. We’d gone to the wedding together, technically, even though I’d spent the majority of the reception with my friends and then on the beach with him and Charlie.

that had happened, and everything he now knew about me, he was still here, standing only inches

I was a White Queen, at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he

I asked, knowing he’d understand

mark, tracing it like he was in some sort of trance. He met my eye, the flakes of amber around his

know,” he answered, then tilted his head to the side to get a better view of my face. “But it sounds like we have a

rule in an entirely different

out to silence me then reaching down

access too. I swallowed, working against the lump in my

my jaw. His breath tickled my ear and neck as his lips lingered on my skin, sending little sparks of heat rippling

my lower lip in a bid to

And I did.

with as much fervor as he had shown me, and in a matter of seconds he’d pulled my dress down, freeing my breasts from the fabric. I sighed low in my throat

at his shirt, little tortoise shell buttons shooting this way, and

a brow as he yanked hard on my bodice, ripping it open at seams. I sucked in my breath in surprise, but before I could protest the destruction of my dress, he lifted me up, holding me

growled as he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The silken fabric grazed my naked skin,

wearing lacy red lingerie, however, the same color as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to hold up the sheer silk stockings that

all of this for?” he asked, his voice gravely

throat as he slid a finger under one of the garters and pulled it, snapping

chest in kisses. I arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of his heated skin on my bare breast and his touch between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side, and in a single thrust, sheathed

dear life, tangling my fingers in his hair as he moved within me, bringing me closer and closer to the

against my mouth, sucking on my lower lip

of me was okay with this being the only way he could show

up, f*****g, breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d

love you, too,” I said against his neck as his movements slowed and became more deliberate. He was taking his sweet time, and soon I was riding another wave of

not with the thrum of the party

sleep, but I remained awake, lost

then a scratch, then another. Xander stirred, turning his

up in bed, nearly elbowing Xander in

the door as Xander sat up in surprise, his eyes trailing my movements. I opened the door to the

he asked, eyes wide as the desperately old dog

is Duck,” I said matter-of-factly as I patted Duck on the

as he leaned against my leg, his large