Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 233: Say My Name

Aaron

No one had told her. No one had given her the courtesy of a warning. I watched her face fall, her cheeks pale as a rush of panic swept over her features. She was still holding the toothbrush, gripping it so tightly her knuckles were white.

“Maeve, we… We don’t have to do this right now, you know. We can wait until you’re comfortable-”

“Why did no one tell me? You tried to tell me earlier, in the gym, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but I thought it would be better coming from someone, I don’t know, in control? Horace, or Gemma-”

“Horace!” she exclaimed, turning away from me and retreating back into the bathroom. I heard her toss the toothbrush onto the counter, her figure hidden by the door that she left ajar. She came back out of the bathroom, scrunching her hair with a towel. *Horace is the last person I would want…” She trailed off, another wave of panic gripping her.

“It’s going to be okay. Like I said, we don’t have to do this now

“We should just get it over with, right? It’ll be quick, right?”

“Uh…” Well, it probably would be quick, but I bit my lip without saying that out loud. “Do you know what to uh.”

“Are you asking me if I know what to do?” Her face went from pale to red in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah, I am. Do you know what’s going to

happen?”

“I think I understand the gist of,”

“Okay, good.”

“Good.”

We stared at each other, the fire in Maeve’s cheeks still burning a bright, fiery red against the stark white of her fluffy, shapeless robe. I willed myself not to say anything to mess with her, but the word ‘marshmallow’ was hanging on the edge of my tongue.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Done what?”

She glared at me, shifting her weight from one long, shapely leg to the other. Maybe a little jest here and there would loosen her up a bit, make her more comfortable with me. I tilted my head to the side, my brow arched as I waited for her reply.

“Have you ever…”

“Have I ever had sex? Yes, I have.” I crossed my legs, my ankle balanced on my knee as I watched her face change. “Have you?”

Her mouth dropped open. “Of course I haven’t!”

up in apology. “Do

a little

can I make you more comfortable? Do you want

in my room

into her pockets. I stood up, walking across the room where a rope of silk

“What are you doing?”

both use it. What do you

gives me

“Beer it is.”

on the door, and I asked for a few bottles of beer to be brought up.

into the darkened hallway, and

“Take off your robe.”

brought her

know this was a shock. I’m sorry no one warned you this was happening tonight, I really am. There are two ways we can do this, okay? We either get naked right now, get it over with, or I

eased at the sight, and I let out my breath. I didn’t blame her for being nervous. I was nervous, too. But it was

moonlight coming through the window. I reached up, slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt, watching her face as I

the leather as I watched her expression. I was waiting for something like acceptance to pass behind her eyes, but she only

in that alleyway. Something was changed in her now, though. She was closed off, yielding. What did she want? Aggression? She did

aren’t we?” I said quietly, sliding the belt through the loops and letting it fall to the ground. I took another step forward, then another, my breath quickening in anticipation as she opened her mouth, her full lips beckoning

I would lose it completely if

down and stepping out of them. She sucked in her breath as I straightened up, kicking my jeans to the side. I stood in only my briefs, waiting for

going to

she took a single step forward, her fingers toying with the

like a

trying to control my expression,

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

breath, trying to stop my fingers from trembling as I untied the robe and let it slip over the shoulders. I held it in place there, my breasts exposed to him, trying to muster the courage to let it drop

This was the whole reason he was here, to breed me. The memory of the moment in the alleyway hung heavy against my chest, his words still ringing in my ears. “Don’t you feel it, too? Don’t you want me as much

words. He apologized for them. He had been drunk; he hadn’t meant

fighting back tears. I heard him step forward, felt his touch as he ran his fingers along my arm. He took my hands, knitting his fingers

against the lump forming in my throat as I followed him, sitting down on the edge of the bed and scooting back until my back

watching me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. I drew my legs up

grabbed me by

He looked as though he were in a trance, his eyes moving from my face to my chest, lingering on my navel. I let my other leg straighten but clenched my legs together with all my strength. “Relax, Maeve. I’ m not going to force you to do anything.” He crawled into bed, sitting next to me and pulling the covers over us. I felt much more comfortable beneath the blankets, sheltered in a way, even though his body was incredibly close to mine, his bare leg touching my own. “Can I touch you?” “Yeah,” I breathed, laying back against my pillow. He rolled onto his side, running his hand along the length of my arm and up again, his fingers tracing my collarbone and the rise of my breasts. It

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

me, hesitating, then bent his head to kiss me. My hand shot up from under the blanket

not? We’ve done

sheets on either side of me as he began to fall off the bed, the fitted sheets coming loose from the other side of the mattress and enveloping us completely as