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.

sticking out a little

was coming. How can I

this in

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

“What are you doing?”

drink. I think we could both use

gives me

“Beer it is.”

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

retreated into the darkened hallway, and I turned back to

“Take off your robe.”

eyes went wide, then narrowed as she brought her arms up to hug her chest

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 naked right now,

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 it was different

reached 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

watched her expression. I was waiting for something like acceptance to pass behind her eyes, but she only stared,

night before, when I had her pressed against the wall in that alleyway. Something was changed in her now, though. She was

aren’t we?” I said quietly, sliding the belt through the loops and letting it fall to the ground. I took another

I would lose it completely if

in her breath as I straightened up, kicking my jeans to the side. I stood in only my briefs, waiting for her.

not going

she 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

through me like a knife, leaving me a little

trying to control my

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

it slip over the shoulders. I held it in place there, my breasts exposed to him, trying to muster the courage to

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

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

He took my hands, knitting his fingers

I swallowed against the lump forming in my throat as I followed him, sitting down on the edge of the bed and scooting back until my back was against

watching me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. I drew

and grabbed me by the

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

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

bent his head to kiss me. My hand shot up from under the blanket and caught him by the mouth, my

not?

side of me as he began to fall off the bed, the fitted sheets coming loose from the other side of