Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 100: I’m Yours

Our bedroom felt exceedingly quiet, but the silence was broken by the swell of chatter and music coming from the castle’s grounds, where the gala was still taking place. It was late now, the sky dappled with stars until a half quarter

moon.

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Troy was helping me out of my dress in our spacious bathroom as I took the pins out of my hair, letting the curls fall over my shoulders as I sighed a breath of relief. It felt odd seeing the jeweled tiara I was wearing sitting on the bathroom counter, surrounded by a tangle of hairpins.

Troy kissed my shoulder as I pulled my shelves from the dress, his touch sending a ripple of desire through my body.

“You’re covered in glitter,” he laughed against my skin as he ran his hand down over my exposed waist.

“Gemma found a new lotion at the market in Mirage. It has glitter in it and smells like cotton candy. She insisted I wear it.”

“Mmm… that’s why you smell like sugar.”

“You noticed?”

“Earlier, in the sitting room when I….” He looked over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror, giving me a knowing

smile.

I felt suddenly self-conscious as he looked at my reflec tion. My body felt foreign to me still, my new curves strange and unwanted. I closed my eyes as he reached down to un clasp the hook and pin that held my skirts in place, causing them to fall around my ankles. I was totally, completely ex posed.

“Troy, don’t-”

“What’s wrong?” He turned me to face him, standing so close that my breasts pressed into his chest. They were hard as rocks and streaked with purple stretch marks, so heavy I felt like my back would break. How could he look at me and want me? Let alone recognize me?

Exhaustion and grief at the fact that our sons were still in the nursery, fast asleep, washed over me and brought tears to my eyes. Troy ran his knuckles over my cheek, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across my forehead.

“Today was a lot, wasn’t it?” he whispered into my hair.

I nodded, resting my head against his shoulder. His hands moved over my back, his touch soft against my skin. I melted into him. It had been several weeks since we had been togeth er intimately and alone, always separated by babies and al ways called away on errands related to either the moon stones, Tasia, or Troy’s ascension to the throne of Poldesse.

“Yeah,” I replied, unsure if the reply was even audible.

all over my hands now,” he laughed, taking a step

from his full gaze, I

the zipper of his dress pants. He smiled at me, his cheek dimpling as he turned and opened the glass door to the oversized shower and turned the hot water on

he said as

a beautiful man. Months of hard labor and physical trials during our journey through the pass had only added to his strength. It had been the complete opposite for me, my body stretching apart to make room for

better after

my breasts to harden sharply, milk beginning to trickle over my breasts and down my stomach. I reached down involun tarily, touching the long scar that stretched from one side of my belly to the other, another

“Maeve-”

said, the words falling from my

his pants, and he paused, looking up at me for a moment before he pulled them off and kicked them to where he had thrown his shirt. “No,

my head. “Does

You gave them life, risking your own and….” He paused, closing the dis tance between us, running his hands over the swell of my hips. “I’d be lying if

“Jealous?” I stammered.

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brushing a kiss along my neck. “This is the first time since we met

yours,” I breathed, closing my eyes as his mouth traveled down my neck

he growled, his voice

“I’m yours.”

over my collarbone, then ran

leaving my arms. to run down the

unable to hide

then bent his head, gently tak ing one of my nipples in his mouth. I sucked in my breath through gritted teeth, but he was gentle, knowing how

your ass?” | squeaked in surprise, giggling as he cupped my ass in his hands. “Do I even

so deeply that I felt at

first time we’d had sex since the babies were born. It felt,

soon he had me pressed against shower, my breasts pinned against the tile as he took me from behind, his fingers tangled in my hair and one hand clutching my hip as he roughly slid inside me, taking every liberty with my

me, and against his lips, I begged him for my own release. A wave of pure, electric

It was a baptism of sorts, washing away our old lives, and when after a long while we finally stepped out of the shower, it was as though we had been re born into our new

later we lay awake in bed, our fingers knitted to gether as he listened to the party continue

downstairs.

Ernest are going to be absolute ly worthless

for the day. I can nurse him, you know. We can take all the

bodies sleeping in the tall grass, that is,” Troy smiled,