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!”

said, holding my hands up in apology. “Do you

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

We knew this was coming. How can I make you more comfortable?

in

walking across the room where a rope of silk thread hung on the wall, an old-fashioned apparatus that rang a bell in

“What are you doing?”

to drink. I think we could both use

me

“Beer it is.”

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

hallway, and I turned back to

“Take off your robe.”

eyes went wide, then narrowed as she brought

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

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

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

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

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

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

lose it completely if

as I straightened up, kicking my jeans to the side. I stood in only

going

she paused, the sheepish, nervous expression disappearing from her face in an instant as she took

words cut through me like a knife, leaving me a little

control

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

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

me. The memory of the moment in the alleyway hung heavy against my chest, his

He had been drunk;

my arm. He took my hands, knitting his fingers in mine as the robe fell away, pooling at my feet as I opened my

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

me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. I drew my legs up into my chest, hugging them, feeling totally

reached forward and grabbed me by the ankle, pulling my leg out

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 felt – good. “Maeve?” he said, his fingertips lightly tracing my nipples. “Yeah?” I whispered,

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

then bent his head to kiss me. My hand shot up from under the blanket and caught him by the mouth, my fingers squeezing his cheeks. “Don’t

not? We’ve done

began to fall off the bed, the