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 from me, wanting

he didn’t just want me to gain access to my powers. There was

asked, knowing

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

a better view of my face. “But it sounds like we have a few weeks

rule in an

out,” he interrupted, holding his hand out to silence me then

only he had access too. I swallowed, working against the lump in

as his lips lingered on my skin, sending little sparks of heat rippling over my body. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine in the gentleness, briefest

a bid to open up to him, to

And I did.

dress down, freeing my breasts from the fabric. I sighed low in my throat as

shirt, little tortoise shell buttons shooting this way, and that way, pinging off the

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

new one,” he growled as he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The

lacy red lingerie, however, the same color as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to hold

were you wearing all of this for?” he asked, his voice gravely and dripping with

breath catching in my throat as he slid a finger under one of the

arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of his

held onto him for dear life, tangling my fingers in his

he whispered against my mouth, sucking on

did. And part of me was okay with this being the only

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

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 them

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, lingering on the edge of sleep, and give me some idea or option about how we could possibly be together, for

into sleep, but I remained awake, lost in the scent of him and the

a scratch, then another. Xander stirred, turning his head to look

through the room, and I sat straight up in bed, nearly elbowing Xander in the face as I threw

I padded over to the door as Xander sat up

wide as the desperately old dog limped into the room,

matter-of-factly as I patted Duck on

out of the side of his mouth as he leaned against my leg, his