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.

repeated, but his voice cracked over

closing my eyes as I leaned into

breath, then leaned forward, brushing the softest kiss

kind of power over me that I couldn’t put into

closer. He groaned low in his throat, a tremble running through his body as he tangled his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss, his

Goddess he’d

free hand trailed down my back and over the laces that held my dress up. He loosened them with his fingers, pulling on the fabric until it gave way. The sleeves fell from my shoulders and the bodice fell over my chest, held

my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He

breathed against

my skin. My n*****s tightened and peaked under

no matter how hard I tried. He bent his head, running his lips across my chest, then took one of my n*****s between his teeth. I

I liked

gasped as he sucked, his tongue flicking over my n****e, sending a rush of warmth down my

with desire as

just above my hip bone. I closed my eyes as he slowly pulled my dress down over

growled, circling his thumb over the apex of

mind as

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

core. He was rough, his stubble scraping against the tender skin along my upper thighs as he pulled me closer

tangling my hands in his

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

then he pulled

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

nearly all the way undressed,

and met my eyes, his gaze

back, not now… not now that he was climbing onto the bed, holding himself over me as he bent his head

hands, running his 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 of me. I arched my back,

against my inner thigh, hard and hot and

he worked me with his fingers, always slowing his movements whenever he felt my

enjoying this. He was enjoying 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

kissed me again, his hand leaving my core and resting on my knee, pushing my legs open wider for him. I tore at his shirt, ripping it open in a shower of buttons

again and again. My eyes nearly rolled in the back of my head at 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

aren’t you?” he rasped

not afraid,” I