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.

knew about me,

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

asked, knowing he’d understand

He met my eye, the flakes of amber around his irises faintly yellow in

then tilted his head to the side to get a better view of my face. “But it sounds like we have a few weeks to

an

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

access too. I swallowed, working against

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,

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

And I did.

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

shooting this way, and that way, pinging

as 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 lifted me

the dress down over my thighs. The silken fabric grazed

the same color as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to hold up the sheer silk stockings that covered my

this for?” he asked, his voice gravely and dripping

as he slid a finger under one of the garters and

me and covering my neck and chest in kisses. I arched my back, desperate for him, for the

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

against my mouth, sucking on my lower lip as I cried

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

making up, f*****g, breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d have this night to look back on and cherish, whatever

time, and soon I was riding another wave of pleasure

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

sleep, but I remained awake, lost in the scent of him and the feeling of his skin

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

I sat straight up in bed, nearly elbowing Xander in

my robe, I padded over to the door as Xander sat up in surprise, his eyes trailing my movements. I opened the

the hell is that?” he asked, eyes wide as the desperately old dog limped into the room,

matter-of-factly as I patted Duck

lolled out of the side of his mouth as he leaned