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!”

alright,” I said, holding my hands up in apology. “Do you want

lower lip sticking out a little as she stood, her

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

this in my room

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

“What are you doing?”

drink. I think we could both use it. What do

me a

“Beer it is.”

a few bottles of beer to be brought up. “Just leave

into the darkened hallway, and

“Take off your robe.”

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

am. There are two ways we can do this, okay? We either get naked right now, get it over with, or I ask the

of the tension in my shoulders eased at the sight, and I let out my breath. I didn’t blame her for

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

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

her pressed against the wall in that alleyway. Something was changed in her now, though. She was closed off, yielding. What

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

lose it completely if

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

going

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

cut through me like a

I said, trying to control my expression, “You

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

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

the moment in the alleyway hung heavy against my chest,

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

his touch as he ran his fingers along my arm. He took my hands, knitting his fingers in mine as the robe fell away, pooling at my

swallowed against the lump forming in my throat as I followed him, sitting down on the edge of the

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

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

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, 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

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

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

not? We’ve done it

either side of me as he began to fall off the