Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 649

CHAPTER 149 : WEDDED MATES

*Lena*

Xander’s hands roughly looked for a way to get me out of my dress, but even I didn’t know where the clasps of my bodice began. He looked me in the eyes, those obsidian, crimson-flaked pools glittering with mischief as he grabbed a fistful of fabric from my skirt and tore the skirt open in one single motion.

“Xander!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled, bending over me to nip me right above my hipbone, through the fabric of my shift.

A flood of desire washed over me, and suddenly the last thing on my mind was the dress. He scooped me into his arms so I was standing and began to tear at the dress, finally finding the clasps and freeing me of the tight bodice. I was left in nothing but the shift, which clung to my heated skin as he backed me against the wall. He was panting, but some of the animalistic desire left his eyes as he looked at me. He ran the back of his fingers over my jaw, and I turned into his touch.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine.

“I love you,” I said against his lips as he stole the words from my mouth with a deep kiss, his tongue darting against mine.

He hiked my shift over my waist and pressed against me, running his hands down the swell of my hips. He cupped my ass, lifting me off the ground as though I weighed nothing.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded, the tone of his voice sending a shiver of red-hot anticipation down my spine. He groaned low in his throat as my slit brushed against the crown of his c**k, a soft murmur of approval leaving his lips as he felt how ready I was for him. “Good girl.”

That was enough for me to lose it. I held onto his shoulder as he slid inside of him, burying himself to the hilt on one gentle thrust. I choked on a moan, my fingernails digging into his arms as he thrust into me again, harder this time.

It was probably a little too soon to be having s*x after having a baby, but I was a White Queen. Those healing powers had to be good for something, right?

I rocked my hips against him as he drove himself into me, his hands fixed firmly on my hips with my back pinned against the wall. He cursed, kneading the fullness of my hips as he brushed kisses against my neck and shoulders, then carried me to the bed.

He fell on top of me and the tangle of remnants from my dress. I cried out as he reached between us to stroke my clit. My muscles locked around him and he gripped the sheets, chuckling low in his throat.

“If you keep doing that,” he growled, “I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

him in a desperate attempt

breath at my movements, closing his

“Lena–”

nails down his

against him. I could have screamed, but I stifled the throws of ecstasy ripping through my body by biting down on the satin of my destroyed wedding dress to stop myself from screaming his name. I clamped my eyes

onto the bed, my wedding dress in pieces all around us. I reached over and placed my arm over his chest. My legs were shaking, and my body fell into a blissful numbness that could have put me to sleep had we not had our wedding reception to attend in

as I opened my eyes and looked over

his eyes closed, his breathing starting

times before looking at me and brushing a lock of hair from my face. “You still have your tiara

totally forgot

are we going to explain

paused, running my tongue along my lower lip as I tried to come up with a good excuse for the level of utter

the evidence,” I giggled, rolling over so I was tucked into the crook of his arm. “How

***

we gathered the remnants of my wedding dress into a pile and stuffed

I’d worn to walk down the aisle. Even better, I could

several hours mingling with my friends, family, and the wide array of guests who’d attended the ceremony. Xander and I were

I was sitting alone, taking a breath

forming a perfect O as she tilted her head back against my arm. Mom came up to me, handing me a

as I placed Alexis in her arms. “He

setting fully, casting a golden glow over the castle grounds. The tall grasses had been mowed, leaving acres and acres of space for all of the children to spread out and run to their hearts’ desire while the adult

which allowed our guests to mingle in small groups through the grounds.

perfect, every

the garden, stopping to look at a group of little girls who were playing in the corner. Narcissa was among them, two little girls weaving roses into her hair. Narcissa, a terrifying vampire goddess, was playing with dolls with the little girls sitting around her, one of them Sasha. I smiled, feeling tears begin to well

someone so thoroughly

nodded her head at Narcissa, who bent back down

their parents okay

ones have asked her to come home with them to help with their