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

sticking out a little as she stood, her hair

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

this in

shook her head, stuffing her hands into her pockets. I stood up, walking across the room where a rope of silk thread hung on the wall, an

“What are you doing?”

I think we could both use it. What

me a

“Beer it is.”

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

maid retreated into the darkened hallway, and

“Take off your robe.”

wide, then narrowed as she brought her

a shock. I’m sorry no one warned you this was happening tonight, I really am. There are two ways we can do

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

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

reached for my belt buckle, my hands lingering on the leather as I watched her expression. I was waiting for something like

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

ground. I took another step forward, then another, my breath quickening in anticipation as she opened her mouth, her full lips beckoning to

it completely if something

stepping out of them. She sucked in her breath as I straightened up, kicking my jeans to the side.

going to hurt

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

through me like a knife, leaving me a little

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

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

shoulders. I held it in place there, my breasts

me. The memory of the moment in the alleyway hung heavy

reneged the words. He apologized for them. He had been

step forward, felt his touch as he ran his fingers along my arm. He took my hands, knitting his fingers in mine as the

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

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

grabbed me by the ankle,

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, 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.”

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

h*ll not? We’ve done

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 the other side of the mattress and