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 you want me to tell

She was trembling, her lower lip sticking out a little as she

coming. How can I make

this in

shook her head, stuffing her hands into her pockets. I stood up, walking across the room where a rope of silk thread hung on the wall, an old-fashioned apparatus that rang a

“What are you doing?”

both use it. What do you want,

gives me

“Beer it is.”

moments, a maid knocked on the door, and I asked for a few bottles of beer

darkened hallway, and I turned back to

“Take off your robe.”

then narrowed as she brought

am. There are two ways we

in my shoulders eased at the sight, and I let out my breath. I didn’t

the buttons on my shirt, watching

buckle, my hands lingering on the leather as I watched her expression. I was waiting for something like acceptance to pass behind her eyes, but

been so open to me the night before, when I had her pressed against the wall in that alleyway. Something was changed in her now, though. She was closed off, yielding. What did she want? Aggression? She did want me to push every button I could find until she was forced to

friends, 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

I would lose it completely if something didn’t happen

of them. She sucked in her breath as I straightened up, kicking my jeans

going to hurt

in an instant as she took a single step forward, her fingers toying with the opening

cut through me like a knife, leaving me a

trying to control my expression, “You can trust

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

my fingers from trembling as I untied the robe and let it slip over the shoulders. I held it in place

coming. 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

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

tears. I heard him step forward, felt his touch as he ran his fingers along my arm. He took my hands, knitting his fingers in mine as the robe fell away, pooling at my feet as I opened my

I swallowed against the lump forming in my throat as I followed him, sitting down on the edge

in the moonlight. I drew my legs up into my

and grabbed me by

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 felt – good. “Maeve?” he said, his fingertips lightly tracing my nipples. “Yeah?” I whispered, closing my eyes against his touch. “Do you ever• * touch yourself?” I opened my eyes and turned my head to face him. “I don’t see how any of that is your business,” He

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

me. My hand shot up from under the blanket and caught him by the mouth, my fingers squeezing his

the h*ll not? We’ve done it

ripple through me as he spoke, and I rebelled, pushing him off of me as hard as I could. He clutched the 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 he toppled over onto the floor, pulling me down with