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 me to

She was trembling, her lower lip sticking out a little as she stood,

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

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

me a

“Beer it is.”

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

into the darkened hallway,

“Take off your robe.”

she brought

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

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

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

was waiting for something like acceptance to pass behind her

been so 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 me

letting it fall to the ground. I took another step forward, then another, my breath quickening in anticipation as she opened her mouth, her

lose it completely if

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

not going to hurt

face in an instant as she took a single step forward, her fingers toying with the opening of her robe, “Can I trust

cut through me like a

to control my expression,

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

my fingers from trembling as I untied the robe and let it slip over the shoulders. I

This 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

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

said in a whisper, leading me to the bed. 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

at the edge of the bed, watching me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. I drew my legs up into my chest, hugging them, feeling totally

grabbed me by the ankle, pulling my leg out

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

“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

not?

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 enveloping us completely as he