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!”

in apology. “Do you want me to tell

sticking out a little as she

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

in my room

shook her head, stuffing her hands into her pockets. I stood up, walking across the room where a rope of

“What are you doing?”

we could both use

me a

“Beer it is.”

moments, a maid knocked on the door, and I asked for a

hallway,

“Take off your robe.”

she brought

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 ask the maid for a

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

flipped the light switch. The room was encased in darkness, the only light that of the moonlight coming through the window. I reached up, slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt, watching her face as I

waiting for something like acceptance to pass behind

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

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

I would lose it completely if

button of my jeans, then the zipper, pulling them 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 something, anything, even if

going to

she paused, the sheepish, nervous expression disappearing from her face in an instant as she took a single step forward, her fingers toying

cut through me like a knife, leaving me

said, trying to control my expression,

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

trembling as I untied the robe and let it slip over the shoulders. I held it in place there, my breasts exposed

to breed me. The memory of the moment in the alleyway hung

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

him step forward, felt his touch as he ran his fingers along my arm. He took my

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

edge of the bed, watching me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. I drew my legs up into

and grabbed me by the ankle, pulling my leg

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, 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

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

me. My hand shot up from under

not? We’ve done

unexplainable fury 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