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.

storms coming. Plus, you’re supposed to be leaving for work soon.

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 granite was sharp, and it shouldn’t have been. It was no bigger than the

Damian is after? I was barely paying attention, my eyes

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of her neck as she leaned forward over the map. I reached out, touching her neck with my fingertips, watching as the fine, white hair rose against her skin. “Maeve,” I said softly, unable to stop myself, “i’m

looked over her shoulder, the light catching on her strawberry blonde brows as her glacier blue eyes settled on mine. “I know,” she said, her voice trembling

the air for a moment before falling onto the edge of the bed and then sliding to the floor. She was looking up at me, startled, but there was a warmth behind her eyes,

my head, my face hovering just above her

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

had her pinned against the mattress by her wrists, her hands open, palms towards the ceiling. She bent her fingers, the tips of

She opened her mouth to mine, her teeth biting down on my lower

traveling up to cup her full breast. She sucked in her breath as I squeezed. I let go, rising to my knees over her and gripping her shirt, tearing it open to reveal

her mouth slightly ajar in

told you, you can get out of them

holding her down. I bent my head, kissing her on the neck as I ran my fingers up her arms that were still outstretched

my teeth, biting gently as

“Am I hurting you?”

said, a little breathless, “No. Don’t

***

Maeve

was limp. I couldn’t have moved, even if I wanted to. Whatever he was doing with his mouth was about to

the side. I exhaled as he touched me, his thumb pressing against my clit and making me moan with

my hips towards him as his fingers slipped inside of me, pushing me even closer to the edge. I opened my eyes as he sighed, noticing

nearly fell off the edge of the bed, releasing his hold

flashed in his eyes, a challenge. He arched his brow, then grabbed my hips

legs around him but he pushed them

stomach, then lower, and lower, until his mouth met the tender, aching place between my

reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, tangling it between my fingers as my hips arched to him, desperation

“Where–where did you

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

to answer

said quietly, panting as he bit my inner thigh,

hands over the curve of my hips and then my breasts, squeezing them

to be

over, so I was on top of him, straddling him as

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cover my breasts with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists,

I was supposed to do next. What had Cleo said to me weeks ago? To tell him what I liked? But he was expecting something from me in this position. I was

I do now?” I whispered

up a bit so I

my knees while he awkwardly fumbled between my legs, pulling his boxers down

of the bed, but he caught me before

had ever had sex with, and we had only done that twice. Well, the

exactly

he laughed, his voice catching in his throat as I straddled him again. I could feel him beneath me, his cock pressing against the wet folds between my legs. I moved