Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 39: An Educated Woman

Troy

She was seated with her legs crossed in the bed, her hair piled in that messy bun she always wore. She had Romero’s map in her hands, pointing to one of the faded pictures on the margin. There was a look of sheer excitement in her eyes, something almost rabid and unrecognizable.

“A gem? I shrugged out of my old leather jacket, tossing it into the corner of the room as I bent to untie the laces of my boots.

“Yes, I’m sure of it.”

I looked up, arching my brow, “What makes you think that?”

*This symbol, it’s repeated several times, see? I didn’t even notice it before but I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in the Temple of the White Queens in Winter Forest. It’s on the statue behind the altar. I used to run my fingers across it.”

“What’s its significance?”

“I’m not sure. I didn’t really ever pay attention when my mom was praying.” she frowned, watching me with a careful eye. “Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Why do you all wear those, well, poofy shirts?”

“This? I looked down, spreading my arms wide so the loose, think fabric unfurled over my arms.

“Yeah. I mean, they’re so—50…”

“Old fashioned?” I laughed, reaching up to untie the strings that held the shirt closed over my chest. “They serve a purpose, actually.”

“And what purpose is that? To make sure you look the part while you’re playing pirate?”

glared at her, then pulled the shirt over my head, tossing it on the bed. She blushed, blinking like an innocent schoolgirl as she looked away from my bare chest.

“Say you get tangled in the rat tails while climbing up to mend the sails, or thrown overboard,” I said, enjoying the progression of the pinkness in her cheeks as I unbuttoned my pants. “Heavy fabric weighs you down in water, and a high neckline can choke you if you’re snagged on something at the right angle. You need something you can slip out of easily. I began to pull my pants over my thighs, slowing as I caught her gaze. She swallowed, looking away again and pretending to be invested in the paneling of the wall. “Plus, it’s hotter than Hell on the deck. The loose fit allows air to brush against your skin, keeping you cool.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, not daring to look at me. I loved this game.

*That’s why we wear these old-fashioned shirts. Not because we want to look like pirates, but because we already are pirates.”

She stopped, biting her lip. Obviously,

She looked at me then, smirking. “My dad would lose his mind if he knew I were sharing a bed with she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“We’re not technically sharing a bed, are we? I’ve been sleeping on the floor like a dog.”

“Because you are one,” she said pointedly, her chin lifted towards the ceiling.

“Anyway, about the map?”

She looked me up and down as I sat next to her in the bed, resting my head against the wall and stretching hugely, my inner arm grazing her shoulders.

“Are you going to put clothes on?” she asked, tilting her head towards my underwear, which was all I was wearing.

humid, storms coming. Plus, you’re supposed to be leaving for work soon. I’ll be able to sleep naked

“About the map,” she said, running her fingers along the faded script. “There used to be something in the center of the statue of the altar in Winter Forest. I could feel where it had been, I don’t know, chipped away? There was a catch to the space, where the

what Damian is after? I was

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I reached out, touching her neck with my fingertips,

strawberry blonde brows as her glacier blue eyes settled on mine. “I know,”

then sliding to the floor. She was looking up at me, startled, but there was a warmth behind her eyes, something I hadn’t seen since I climbed up to her perch

my head, my face hovering just above her own. She was totally,

lips brushing hers as I spoke, “and I don’t care if you hate me forever. It doesn’t change

by her wrists, her hands open, palms towards the ceiling.

hard, the way I had wanted to for days. She opened her mouth to mine, her

cup her full breast. She

squeaked; her mouth slightly

told you, you can

but my weight was holding her down. I bent my head, kissing her on the neck as I

between my teeth, biting gently

“Am I hurting you?”

a little breathless, “No.

***

Maeve

I wanted to. Whatever he was doing with his mouth was

my breasts long enough for him to straighten up and reach down to roughly pull my pants down over my thighs. His fingers slipped into my underwear, pulling them to the side. I exhaled as he touched me, his thumb pressing against my clit and making

pushing me even closer to the edge.

the edge of the bed, releasing his hold on me

arched

locking my legs around him but he

he bent down, kissing my stomach, then lower, and lower, until

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair,

| exclaimed, “Where–where did you learn

moments, a laugh trembling through his chest. He rested his chin on my

going to answer that

he bit my inner thigh, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure

over me again, running his hands over the curve of my hips and then my breasts,

going to be

was on top of him, straddling him as he laid against the bed

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his gaze. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists,

was supposed to do next. What had Cleo said to me weeks ago? To

do now?” I whispered

bit so I

yeah-* 1 rose on my knees while he awkwardly fumbled between my legs,

of my legs by accident, my knee slipping over the side of the bed, but he caught me

creeping over my chest and cheeks. I hated not being good at something. I hated not being the best. But he was the only man I had ever had sex with, and we had only done that twice. Well, the first time hardly counted, in my opinion, so once. And Troy? How many times had he done this? Judging by what he was

enough to know exactly what

I straddled him again. I could feel him beneath me, his cock pressing against the wet folds