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.

he repeated, but his

replied, closing my eyes as I

forward, brushing the softest kiss against

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

to him, my hands running up his chest and gripping his shirt, pulling him 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 tongue

the Goddess he’d

fingers, pulling on the fabric until it gave way. The sleeves fell from my shoulders and the bodice fell over my chest, held up only by

and trailed his fingers along the tops of my breasts. I sucked in my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He stole the sound with another kiss, then pulled the dress

he breathed against

warm and rough against my skin. My n*****s tightened and

ask him if he felt what I was feeling. I wondered if he felt that same magnetic pull. I didn’t want to break this spell, however. I couldn’t form the words anyway, no matter how hard I tried. He bent his head, running

I liked it,

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

a primal, very male sound deep in his throat that set my teeth on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his hands running over the curve of my hips and gripping my

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

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sarcastic reply I’d had in mind as he kissed

thighs. I hadn’t realized I was clenching them together

his mouth settled on my core. He was rough, his stubble scraping against the tender skin

my hands

fanned over my skin, his tongue lapping me into a stupor. “I–I can’t–Oh, please–” I pleaded, my breath

he pulled

yelped in surprise as he scooped me into his arms and walked me across the room, tossing me roughly on the bed. I looked up

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

from my fingers and met my eyes, his gaze feral and

holding himself over me as he bent his head to kiss me. It

shivered under his touch, then cried out as he slid his fingers inside of me. I arched my back, pleading with him as he

not fully. I could feel the length of him resting against my inner thigh,

me with his fingers, always slowing his

and making me beg. He was watching every shred of

leaving my core and resting on my knee, pushing my legs open wider for him. I tore at his shirt, ripping

my head at the movement, my arms falling limp at my sides. With one

aren’t you?” he rasped

not afraid,”