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.

hands now,” he laughed, taking a step away from

body no longer shielding me from his full gaze, I

at me, his cheek dimpling as he turned and opened the glass door to the oversized shower

in with me,” he said as he

only added to his strength. It had been the complete

better after a hot

to ignore, 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 self-consciousness washing over me and

“Maeve-”

I said, the words falling from my mouth before

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

head. “Does

life, risking your own and….” He paused, closing the dis tance between us, running his

“Jealous?” I stammered.

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leaned in, brushing a kiss along my neck. “This is the first time

eyes as his mouth traveled down my neck and onto

he growled, his

“I’m yours.”

nipped the skin over my collarbone, then ran his hands over

from carrying the boys around. I know you can still knock someone’s teeth out if given the op portunity,” he whispered hoarsely, his touch leaving my arms. to run down the length of my thighs. “You

rasped, unable to hide

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

squeaked in surprise, giggling as

the counter, kissing me so deeply that I felt at a loss for air.

gentle and wanting at first. Despite our fatigue, we were in no obvious rush. This was the first time we’d had sex since the babies were born. It felt, in a lot of ways,

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

him for my own release. A wave of pure, electric

of the shower, letting the water wash over us, the tile floor glistening with glitter. It was a baptism of sorts, washing away our old lives, and when after a long while we

fingers knitted to gether as

downstairs.

Ernest are going to be absolute ly worthless tomorrow,” Troy laughed, rolling over to face

We can take George for the day. I can nurse him,

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