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.

about me, he was still here, standing only inches away from me, wanting

at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he didn’t just

I asked, knowing he’d understand

sort of trance. He met my eye, the flakes of amber around his

answered, then tilted his head to the side to get a better view of my face. “But it

in an entirely

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

me that only he had access too.

ear and neck 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

me fully, his tongue grazing my lower lip in a bid to

And I did.

freeing my breasts from

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

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 then tossing me onto

he growled as he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The silken fabric grazed my naked skin, sending a rush of heat through my core

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 the sheer silk stockings that covered my calves. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes drifting down from my

were you wearing all of this for?”

in my throat as he slid a finger under one of the garters and pulled

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

skin. I held onto him for dear life, tangling

against my mouth, sucking on

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

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

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

head resting against his arm 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, lingering on the edge of sleep,

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

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

in bed, nearly elbowing Xander in

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

is that?” he asked, eyes wide as the desperately old dog limped into the room, his lean silver body curved

Duck,” I said matter-of-factly as

his mouth as he leaned against my leg, his large eyes glassy