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!”

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

lower lip sticking out a little as she

How can I make

this in my room

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

“What are you doing?”

think we could both use it.

gives me a

“Beer it is.”

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

hallway, and

“Take off your robe.”

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

There are two ways we can

with laughter; her cheeks puffed as she tried to hold it in. Some of the tension in my shoulders eased at the sight, and I let out my breath.

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

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

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

took another step forward, then another, my breath quickening in anticipation as she opened her

I would lose it completely if something didn’t

straightened up, kicking my jeans to the side. I

going to

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

through me like a knife,

control my expression, “You can trust

No, no you can’t

***

Maeve

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

hung heavy against my chest,

for them. He had been drunk;

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

he 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 my back

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

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

“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,

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

from under the

h*ll not? We’ve

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

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