Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 813

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.

he repeated, but his voice cracked over the

my eyes as I leaned into his

then leaned forward, brushing

kind of power over

his throat, a tremble running through his body as he

he’d locked

his fingers, pulling on the fabric until it

sucked in my breath, a desperate moan

he breathed against

calloused hands warm and rough against my skin. My n*****s tightened and peaked under his touch, begging to be

words anyway, no matter how hard I tried. He bent his head, running his

I liked

sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I threw my head back,

in his throat that set my teeth on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his

nose dragging over my belly before he kissed me just above my hip bone. I closed my eyes as he slowly pulled my

underwear?” he growled, circling his thumb over

reply I’d had in mind as he

as he slid his fingers between my thighs. I hadn’t realized I was clenching them together until he forced my legs apart, growling in

out in 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

tangling my hands in

my legs trembling as the warmth of his mouth fanned over my skin, his tongue lapping me into a stupor. “I–I

then he

he scooped me into his arms and walked me across the room, tossing me roughly on the bed. I looked up at him, watching as he hastily removed his clothing. His eyes were on me, on my body, on my

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 long enough

eyes, his gaze feral and dripping with hunger. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward

bent his head to kiss me. It was a long, hungry kiss. He ran his tongue along mine

his touch, then cried out as he slid

could feel the length of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot and aching as he slowly ground against me, his breath

he worked me with his fingers, always slowing his movements

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

legs open wider for him. I tore at his shirt,

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

a virgin, aren’t you?” he

not afraid,” I

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255