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

White Queen, at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he didn’t just want me to gain access

would this work?” I asked, knowing he’d

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

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

an entirely different

out to silence me then reaching down to run the back of

in his touch ignited that spark within me that only he had access too. I swallowed, working against

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

my lower lip in a bid to open up to him,

And I did.

down, freeing my breasts from the fabric.

ripped at his shirt, little tortoise shell buttons shooting this way, and that way, pinging off the far

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

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 and

the moonlight 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 the sheer silk stockings that covered my

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

finger under one of the garters and

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

life, tangling my fingers in his hair as he moved within me,

you,” he whispered against my mouth, sucking on my lower lip as I cried

did. And part of me was okay with this being

If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d have this night to look back on and cherish,

sweet time, and soon I was riding another wave of pleasure that shot from

could have been at it for hours, I didn’t know. But eventually, I closed my eyes with my 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, and give me some idea or option about how we could possibly be together, for real–for

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

the door, and then a scratch, then another.

sat straight up in bed, nearly elbowing Xander in the face

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

he asked, eyes wide as the desperately old dog limped into the room, his

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

his mouth as he leaned against my