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 was still

know he didn’t

asked, knowing

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

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

in an entirely

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

fire in his touch ignited that spark within me that only he had access too. I

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

tongue grazing my lower lip in a bid to open up

And I did.

much fervor as he had shown me, and in a matter of seconds he’d pulled my dress down, freeing my breasts from the fabric. I sighed low in my

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

as he yanked hard on my bodice, ripping it open at seams. I sucked in my breath in surprise, but

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

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

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

throat as he slid a finger

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 on my bare breast and his touch between my legs. He pulled my

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 me closer and closer to

my mouth, sucking on my lower lip as I

part of me was

breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d have this

and soon I was riding another wave of

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

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

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

sounded through the room, and I sat straight up in bed, nearly elbowing

over to the door as Xander sat up in surprise,

as the desperately old dog limped into the room,

said matter-of-factly as I patted

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