Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 813

Chapter 24 : We Didn’t Sleep

It was incredibly still in the room, the only sound that of Jared slowly turning the lock on the door into place. It echoed through the space with finality. We were alone. He turned to look at me, his shoulders tightening and then relaxing as he took a breath.

“Do you know what I am?” he asked, taking a step toward me.

My heart was beating a million miles a minute as he closed the distance between us, his gaze locked on my face.

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t form the words. Did I know who he was? A bounty hunter… murderer… closeted master of antiquities… Aeris has called him something else, though.

A lost prince.

“Why did he call you a lost prince?” I breathed as he continued to close the distance between us.

He stopped short of me, looking down at me and the way the moonlight was touching my shoulders. He didn’t answer my inquiry, but he reached out and ran his fingers over my exposed skin. I closed my eyes against his touch.

“You’re not safe around me,” he breathed.

“Why are you trying to push me away?” I replied, leaning into his touch as he stroked my neck.

“Because this won’t end well for us,” he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice.

I opened my eyes, finding him incredibly close now, close enough for me to rest my hand against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat hammering nearly as rapidly as my own.

“Why?” I dared to ask. I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes again as he reached up and plucked the pins out of my hair, releasing my curls.

“Eliza,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. We were silent for the space of a breath, my palm spread wide over his chest. “I’m a Dark Lord. Do you know what that is?”

“Yes.”

I knew of Dark Lords. I knew one personally, in fact. Maybe that’s why I’d found Jared so familiar. His dark eyes and even darker shadow of power suddenly made sense. Maybe like the White Queens, his lineage branched off into seemingly endless factions of family carrying the same powers and traits.

‘I’m not afraid,’ I told myself. ‘I’m not. I’m not.’

“I could hurt you,” he said, tilting his head so his nose grazed against mine. I felt his eyelashes on my cheek as he brushed his lips against my jaw. A shiver ran down my spine, causing me to curl my toes in anticipation. “I will hurt you.”

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” I whispered.

could,” he repeated, but his voice

closing my eyes as I leaned into his

then leaned forward, brushing the softest kiss against

of power over me that I couldn’t put

through his body as

he’d

his fingers, pulling on the fabric until it gave way. The sleeves fell from my shoulders and the bodice fell

released his grip on my hair and trailed his fingers along the tops of my breasts. I sucked in my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He

breathed against

my breasts, his calloused hands warm and rough against my skin. My

form the words anyway, no matter how hard I tried.

I liked it, a

sucked, his tongue flicking over my n****e, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I threw my head back, shivering

male sound deep in his throat that set my teeth on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his hands running

me just above my hip bone. I closed my eyes as he slowly pulled

his thumb

had in mind as he kissed me just below the belly

drenched. I could feel the wetness pooling as he slid his fingers between my thighs. I hadn’t realized I was clenching them together

mingled shock and relief as his mouth settled on my core. He was rough, his stubble scraping against the tender skin along my upper thighs as he pulled me closer to him, one hand spread

I cried, tangling my

my legs trembling as the warmth of his mouth fanned over my skin, his tongue lapping me into a stupor. “I–I can’t–Oh, please–” I pleaded, my breath coming in gasps

he pulled

me roughly on the bed. I looked up at him, watching as he hastily removed

eyes glassy with passion, heat burning behind his eyes as he watched me. He was nearly all the way undressed, wearing nothing but his shirt, which was

his gaze feral and dripping with hunger.

onto the bed, holding himself over me as he bent his head to kiss me. It was a long, hungry kiss. He ran his tongue along mine as he

fingertips from my cheek all the way down to my navel, and then between my legs. I shivered under his touch, then cried out as he slid his fingers inside

been with a man before, not fully. I could feel the length of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot and aching as he

his fingers, always slowing his movements whenever he felt my

making me beg. He was watching every shred of pleasure and desperation pass over my face, the corner of his

for him. I tore at his shirt, ripping it open in a shower of buttons that bounced

the movement, my arms falling limp at my sides. With one hand he took me by the wrists and pinned them above my head, holding them firmly against

you?” he rasped against

not afraid,”