Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 832

Chapter 43 : Think on Your Feet

We didn’t make it to his bed, not for a long time.

We were flooding whoever’s room was directly beneath us by the time he picked me up and carried me out of the bathtub, my legs wrapped around his waist. He set me down on the counter, sliding inside of me without preamble as I arched my back and dug my nails into his shoulders. He was bracing himself with one hand on the fogged-up mirror, his other hand holding me in place by my hip.

He was moving achingly slow, each thrust meant to tease and draw out a pleading moan from my lips as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

I wanted more–much more. I wanted him to take me like he had the night after the ball. I wanted him to claim me.

“Please,” I whimpered, trembling as he nuzzled my neck, his teeth grazing over my skin. I locked my legs around his waist before he could pull out again, holding him in place.

I was playing with fire… well, with the shadow that he was doing everything to keep contained.

But that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to unleash himself, to take what he wanted from me. He ran his free hand up my back and tangled his hand in my hair, pulling me down so I was forced to look up into his face.

“Don’t play games with it, Eliza,” he rasped as I ground my hips against him, slow and teasing like he’d been thrusting into me. “Fuck–” he gritted his teeth, releasing his hold on my hair and pressing his forehead against mine. His eyes darkened as he pulled slightly away. I could feel that power coursing through him, begging for control.

“I want to,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his. “Please–”

He gathered me roughly against his chest and damn near kicked open the bathroom door as he carried me into his bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him. He was on me in an instant, kissing me so deeply I found it hard to catch my breath.

He forced my legs open, entering me with the roughness I’d been begging for, and had me teetering on the edge of pure ecstasy within seconds.

He held himself up with one hand while the other cupped my breast, his thumb circling over my n*****s. I arched my back, tears of pleasure welling in my eyes as I moaned his name.

“I’m so close,” I whimpered, my vision blurred as I looked up at him.

He let out his breath, sweat dappled across his brow as he pulled me closer, grinding his hips against mine.

“Eliza,” he rasped against my lips. “Come for me.”

He thrust into me, hard, and my whole body shattered into a mind-numbing orgasm that had me seeing stars. His breath quickened, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of my body as my muscles contracted around his length. I was shaking, holding on to him for dear life.

I felt a chill settle over us as he rose onto his knees and took me by the waist, pulling me onto him with enough force to shake the bed. I looked up at him, my arms spread wide. That shadow was… everywhere. I could feel it with every stroke, in every touch.

So much power.

That animalistic look in his eyes as he gazed down at me, vulnerable and open for him, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

He made me come again, and again until he was satisfied enough to let himself fall into pieces beside me, holding me against his trembling chest. The bedsheets were shredded and we were shimmering with sweat, our bodies illuminated by the light of the moon drifting through the windows.

He kissed the ridge of my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin. I closed my eyes, imagining him biting down, leaving his mark on me.

But he didn’t. I didn’t expect him to, no matter how badly I realized I wanted it.

“You’re asking for trouble,” he whispered into my hair. He pulled what was left of the bedcovers over us. “I barely had control over it.”

face him, taking his face in

I was going to say was silenced by the look in

little more than…

brushing a

feel like this

breathed.

***

foot as he balanced a breakfast tray loaded with food and a pot of coffee. He

on the floor surrounded by books and scratch paper, totally oblivious to his

commanded over

research to pay him any mind, but after a moment he was towering over me with a plate of food. He bent down and snatched the pen out of my hand and set the food in front of me. “Eat,

lap. He turned to fix himself a plate, sipping his coffee as he looked over everything I’d laid out over

the sun with a sense of urgency and had been sitting in here

it was because the thought of losing him to this curse had kept me

found a few mentions of Draven in your religious texts, but not many. Brandt mentioned

why. You’re not likely to find things written about him because the focus is on Lycaon and his heroes, then the Dark Kings.” Jared turned to

of me, “is why something like the Cryptex isn’t mentioned at all. Those pieces are solid gold and powerful. It obviously comes from a time when there was still magic like that just moving through the world… people who could forge such an item. I would assume something like this would have been sought after by the Church,

he leaned against the desk

“Brandt mentioned the witches–”

said, shaking his head. “Absolutely

if they could

of

“Why?”

food I was ignoring and I forked an angry bite into

is

I haven’t been able to find anything useful in your

coffee, his eyes locked

you if

shot up. “Well it’s a good thing

“What?”

eating,” he said, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “We

***

us and shifting from foot to foot. “Show me what ya’ got, missy,” he said with a

in the center of the sparring ring, ankle deep in mud and surrounded by Jared’s crew

me, Liz,” someone said behind

Brandt, who was inside the ring with us but standing out of the

is this

me,” Tommy urged, a gleam in his eyes. “Come on, it’ll be

but he caught my wrist,

I blew out my breath and swung at Tommy, hitting him squarely in the sternum. I stifled a shocked yelp as I

by the arms and turned me around, crushing my back against his chest. His hand hovered over my

Brandt said as

don’t know