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.

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

not because I was a White Queen, at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he didn’t just want me to gain access to my powers.

asked, knowing he’d

he was in some sort of trance. He met my eye, the flakes of

don’t know,” he answered, then tilted his head to the side to get a better view of my

an entirely

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

access too. I swallowed, working against the lump

lips lingered on my skin, sending little sparks of

in a bid to open

And I did.

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 against his palms as he backed me up against

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

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 by my bottom and

down over my thighs. The silken fabric grazed my naked skin,

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 the sheer silk stockings that covered my calves. He stared at me for a

all of this for?” he asked, his

slid a finger under one of

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

dear life, tangling my fingers in his hair as

against my mouth, sucking on my lower

that he did. And part of me was okay with this being

playing this game for months; making up, f*****g, breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least

He was taking his sweet time, and soon I was riding another wave of pleasure that shot from my core all

deeply, not with the thrum of the party still sending vibrations through the floor. Every once in a while he’d speak, lingering on the edge of sleep, and give me some idea or option about how we could possibly be together, for

sleep, but I remained awake, lost in the scent

a soft rustling outside the door, and then a scratch, then another. Xander stirred,

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

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 opened the door to the darkened hallway, and

eyes wide as the desperately old dog

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

mouth as he leaned