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.

now,” he laughed, taking a step away from

I felt like cowering, like covering myself. But I saw

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

with me,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the

had only added to his strength. It had been

after a

and the thought of it caused 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 wave of

“Maeve-”

the words falling from

of taking off his pants, and he paused, looking up at me for a moment before he pulled them off

head. “Does that

laughed, slightly taken aback by the question. “Are you kidding me, Maeve? You gave me three sons. You carried them in your body for months. You gave them life, risking your own and….” He paused, closing the

“Jealous?” I stammered.

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a kiss along my neck. “This is the first time since we met that you haven’t been

my eyes as

again,” he growled, his voice

“I’m yours.”

over my collarbone, then ran his

the op portunity,” he whispered hoarsely, his touch leaving my arms. to run down the length of my thighs. “You could choke me out with these. There’s nothing I want more than your thighs around my neck

unable to hide my

his mouth. I sucked in my breath through gritted teeth, but he was gentle, knowing how much

squeaked in surprise, giggling as he cupped my ass in his hands. “Do I

had me up on the counter, kissing me so deeply that I felt

we were in no obvious rush. This was the first time we’d had sex since the babies

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 own release. A wave of pure, electric ecstasy enveloped me

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

our fingers knitted to gether as he

downstairs.

absolute ly worthless

day. I can nurse him, you know.

not littered with drunken bodies sleeping in the tall grass,