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.

and everything he now knew about me, he was still here, standing only inches away

at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he didn’t just want me to gain access to my powers. There was something else there, something

asked,

was in some sort of trance. He met my eye, the flakes of amber around his irises faintly yellow in the moonlight, like little

a better view of

an entirely different

interrupted, holding his hand out to silence me then reaching down to run the back

spark within me that only he had access too. I swallowed, working against the lump in my throat as I

lips lingered on my skin, sending little sparks of heat rippling over my body. I closed my eyes as his lips

a

And I did.

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 as his hands caressed my breasts, kneading them

shell buttons shooting this way, and that way, pinging off the

but before I could protest the destruction of my dress, he

you a new one,” he growled as he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The silken fabric grazed my naked skin, sending a rush

drifting through the open door leading out onto the balcony. I was wearing lacy red lingerie, however, the same color as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to hold up

you wearing all of this for?”

slid a finger under one of the garters

covering my neck and chest in kisses. I arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of his heated skin on my

cried out, panting as my nails bit into his skin. I held onto him for dear life, tangling my fingers in his hair as he moved within me, bringing me

on my lower

believed him. I knew that he did. And part of me was okay with this being

again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d have this night to look

neck as his movements slowed and became more deliberate. He was taking his sweet time, and soon I was riding another wave of pleasure that shot from my core all the way down to my toes, making

and his body curled around mine. Neither of us slept deeply, not with the thrum of the party still sending vibrations through the floor. Every once in a while he’d speak,

Xander finally drifted into sleep, but I remained awake, lost in the scent of him

the door, and then a scratch, then another. Xander stirred, turning his head to look over at the

bed, nearly elbowing Xander in the face as I threw off

thing, I didn’t even think–” Grabbing my robe, I padded over to the door as Xander sat up in surprise, his eyes trailing my movements. I

as the desperately old dog limped into the room, his lean silver body

I said matter-of-factly as I

his mouth as he leaned against