Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 233

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!”

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

sticking out a little as she

can I make you more

this in

her pockets. I stood up, walking across the room where a rope of silk thread hung on the wall, an old-fashioned apparatus that rang a

“What are you doing?”

both use

me a

“Beer it is.”

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

retreated into the darkened hallway,

“Take off your robe.”

she brought her arms

tonight, I really am. There are two ways we can do this, okay? We

sight, and I let out

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 the

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

the wall in that alleyway. Something was changed in her now, though.

sliding the belt through the loops and letting it fall to the ground. I took another step forward, then another, my breath quickening

would lose it completely

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

not going

as she took a single step forward, her fingers toying with

cut through me like a knife, leaving me a

I said, trying to control my

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

the robe and let it slip over the shoulders. I held it

moment in the alleyway hung heavy against my chest, his words still ringing in my ears. “Don’t you feel it,

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

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

whisper, leading me to the bed. I swallowed against the lump forming in my throat as I followed him, sitting down on the edge

glowing in the moonlight. I

by the ankle,

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

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

head to kiss me. My hand shot up from under the blanket and

not?

me as 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

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