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, he was still here,

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

work?” I asked,

mark, tracing it like he was in some sort of trance. He met my eye, the flakes of amber

better view of my face. “But it sounds like we have a few weeks

rule in an entirely different

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

me that only he had access too. I swallowed, working against

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

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

And I did.

my breasts from the fabric. I sighed low in my throat as his hands caressed my breasts, kneading them against his palms as he backed me up against

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

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

pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The silken fabric

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

wearing all of this for?”

breathed, my breath catching in my throat as he slid a finger

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 panties to the side,

for dear life, tangling

he whispered against my mouth, sucking on

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

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

more deliberate. He was taking his sweet time, and soon I was riding another wave of pleasure that

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

remained awake, lost in the scent of him and the feeling of his skin against my

and then a scratch, then another. Xander stirred, turning his head

in bed,

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

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

as I patted Duck

his mouth as he leaned against my leg,