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.

was trembling, her lower lip sticking out a little

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

in my

a rope of silk thread hung on the

“What are you doing?”

both use it. What do you want,

me

“Beer it is.”

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

hallway, and

“Take off your robe.”

brought her

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

as 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

behind me and 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 undressed. “See, it’s not that bad,” I said gently, taking a step forward as I pulled the shirt off and tossed it on

was waiting for something like acceptance to pass behind her eyes, but she

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

said quietly, sliding the belt through the loops and letting it fall to the ground. I took another step forward,

lose it completely if something

top 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 it

going

paused, the sheepish, nervous 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

me like a knife, leaving

said, trying to control my expression, “You can trust

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

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

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 as

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

along my arm. He took my hands, knitting his fingers

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

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

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

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.”

leaned over me, hesitating, 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?

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 him in