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.

now knew about me, he

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

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

my eye, the flakes of amber around his

then tilted his head to the side to get a better view

in an entirely different

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

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

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

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

And I did.

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 against his palms as he

at his shirt, little tortoise shell buttons shooting this way, and that way,

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

growled as he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The

breasts were bare and fully exposed to him, dusted with 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

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

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

pants in a split second, climbing on top of me and covering my neck and chest in kisses. I arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of his heated skin

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

love you,” he whispered against my mouth, sucking on

that he did. And part of me was okay with this being the only way he could

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

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

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,

stars were still out in 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

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

Poor 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 opened the

wide as the desperately old dog limped into the room, his lean

matter-of-factly as

his mouth as he leaned