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!”

apology. “Do you want

trembling, her lower lip sticking out a little as she stood, her hair dripping onto

We knew this was coming. How can I

this in

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 bell in the kitchen several

“What are you doing?”

drink. I think we could both use it. What do you want,

gives me

“Beer it is.”

a few bottles of

into the darkened hallway, and I

“Take off your robe.”

she brought her

warned you this was happening tonight, I really am. There are two ways

she tried to hold it in. Some of the tension in my shoulders eased at the sight, and I let out my breath. I didn’t blame her for being nervous. I was nervous, too. But

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

was waiting for something like acceptance to pass

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

ground. I took another step forward, then another, my breath quickening in anticipation as she opened her mouth, her full lips beckoning

lose it completely if something didn’t

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 her. Waiting for her to do

not going to hurt

expression disappearing from her face in an instant as she took a single step forward, her fingers toying with the opening of her robe, “Can I

me like a knife, leaving

control my

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

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

breed me. The memory of the moment in the alleyway hung heavy against

He apologized for them. He had been drunk; he hadn’t meant it. 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 in mine as the robe fell away,

whisper, leading me to the bed. I swallowed against the lump forming in my throat as I followed him, sitting

his eyes glowing in the moonlight. I drew my

reached forward and grabbed me by the ankle, pulling

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 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 cupped me between the legs, and I kicked him. Hard. “Ow!” “I’m-I’m sorry, you startled me!” He rubbed at his shin under the covers, giving me a dirty look. “You’re not going to punch me in the face next, are you? I’m still a little

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

up from under the blanket and caught him by the mouth, my fingers squeezing

not? We’ve done it

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