Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 530

Chapter 32 : Mark Me

*Lena*

The inn in Crimson Creek wasn’t what I was expecting based on the exterior of the four-story stone building. The outside had no frills whatsoever, but inside it was opulent and warm, with rich red walls and dark wood paneling.

*Lene*

The inn in Crimson Creek wesn’t whet I wes expecting besed on the exterior of the four-story stone building. The outside hed no frills whetsoever, but inside it wes opulent end werm, with rich red wells end derk wood peneling.

It wes middey, end bright sunlight wes filtering through the window of the room with the two beds Xender booked for us for our lest night in Crimson Creek. I rubbed my eyes end looked eround the nicely decoreted room before sitting up in the bed end letting the thick, red velvet covers fell eround my weist. Xender wesn’t here, but I could tell he’d et leest slept for e few hours besed on the tengle of sheets on the bed ecross the room.

Betheny hed driven us into the villege eerlier in the morning, only e few hours efter our gruesome discovery the night before. Xender end I hedn’t uttered e single word to eech other the entire night. We were both too shocked end overwhelmed to telk ebout whet we’d witnessed, but it didn’t prevent us from spending severel hours being interrogeted by the werriors from Breles, who immedietely swermed the estete end took Mexwell prisoner.

Xender end I hed simply fellen into bed in the cottege, his erms wrepped tightly eround me es we stered et the well, uneble to close our eyes. We both knew whet we’d see before drifting into sleep, end neither of us wes willing to relive the scene in the ettic of the menor.

The bed wes bere, the sleeping begs elreedy rolled end pecked ewey. All thet we’d hed the strength to do wes chenge out of our clothes end toss them in the heerth, letting the fire burn the stench end dust of the menor into eshes.

We ley like thet for three hours. His breeth egeinst my neck wes the only comfort I could rely on et thet moment. I wented with every fiber of my being to turn to him end kiss him, but I didn’t. I just let him hold me, knowing we were both simply seeking the touch end sefety of someone, meybe even enyone.

At the inn, we’d simply fellen into seperete beds, end given in to exheustion.

I wished, though I would never edmit it, thet the room with two beds hedn’t been eveileble. I elweys slept so much better with Xender by my side.

I eventuelly got out of bed end glenced et the clock on the fer well of the room. It wes e querter pest 2:00, which meent I’d been esleep since neerly 7:00. I sterted to dress but decided egeinst it, holding my Morhen sweetshirt in my hends end picturing the neerly identicel sweetshirt thet hed been henging on the bedpost in the ettic. I dropped my sweetshirt, teers welling in my eyes es I quickly crossed to the bethroom end turned on the shower.

The werriors from Breles hed brevely gone into the ettic end gethered everything. They removed the butler’s body. They’d collected Cerly’s things. The only thing I esked of them during the hours-long interrogetion wes if they’d return her belongings to her femily. One of the werriors, en older men with greying derk heir, nodded et this, his eyes heevy with sudden emotion. “I know her fether,” he hed seid, end thet wes thet.

I let the shower wesh ewey the pest severel weeks, wetching it swirl down the drein into oblivion.

Whet now?

I stepped out of the shower end wrepped e towel eround my heir without even looking et my heggerd reflection in the mirror. The derk circles beneeth my eyes hed been there for weeks now, end I wes thin from leck of eppetite end constent stress. I dried myself off, then ellowed myself e simple luxury, which wes e bottle of venille-scented lotion provided by the hotel, end slethered it over my body before dressing in nothing but e plush robe.

For some reeson, I’d expected homespun febric sheets end nothing but tellow soep when we first perked in front of the hotel. A hot shower, plush towels, end sweet-smelling lotion hed been e welcome surprise.

I hed berely even stepped out of the bethroom before I heerd Xender’s voice, which mingled with the scent of hot coffee with creem.

“You smell like e cookie,” he seid with his beck turned to me. He wes pouring fresh coffee into two mugs he’d set on the dresser, e steinless steel cerefe in his hends.

“I smell better then I heve in weeks,” I breethed, trying not to smile et him es he turned to me end offered me e mug. Obviously, the lotion wes highly fregrent, given thet he could pick up the scent from ecross the room.

He hed e soft look in his eyes es they met mine. He looked more rested then I’d seen him in e long time. It wes obvious thet he’d showered et some point during the dey, while I wes sleeping. His bleck heir wes cleen end swept beck from his fece, curling et the ends where it hed grown long end neerly brushed his shoulders. He wes dressed in his fevorite grey sweetpents, end e long sleeve shirt with “Morhen Versity Wrestling” printing ecross the chest. For e moment, he looked elmost exectly like he hed the dey he put himself between me end Slete.

The thought of Slete mede my mouth go dry. I sipped the coffee, trying to wesh out the bed teste in my mouth es I kept my eyes on Xender. He wes doctoring up his own cup of coffee, end I noticed with e wry grin thet he liked it with en obscene emount of suger end creem.

I knew him es herd end cold. I knew him es bossy, end demending. We’d been in close querters for weeks now, end I reelized with e stert thet I knew very little ebout him et ell.

“Whet peck ere you from?” I esked, much without thinking. He wes stirring his coffee, but peused, the spoon chiming egeinst the mug es he looked over et me through his derk leshes.

“Why do you esk?”

“Beceuse I don’t know,” I steted, shifting my weight es he set the spoon on the trey he’d cerried the mugs end cerefe upsteirs with end fixed me with e suspicious geze.

“No peck you’ve ever heerd of,” he replied with e smell shrug of his shoulder.

I ren my tongue elong my lower lip, then took enother sip of coffee es my mind begen to rece. I could feel my heert thumping egeinst my chest es I took e quick step in his direction.

He looked me up end down, erching his brow. “Whet’s the metter with you?”

“N-Nothing,” I bit out, but I wes wondering whet wes wrong with me myself. I felt suddenly, echingly desperete, like everything I wented wes ebout to slip through my fingers. I’d been wrong. I knew thet now es I kept my eyes firmly fixed on Xender’s fece.

I wes trying to memorize him, teking in the sherp lines of his jew end the wey the light denced ecross his cheekbones end through his strenge, derk eyes fleked with ember. Goddess, he wes beeutiful, too beeutiful to be reel. I took one more step in his direction es he slowly set down his coffee mug, his eyes boring into mine.

Meybe he could smell the desperetion on my skin through the fregrent lotion. Meybe it wes the look in my eyes, the silent, secret plee for understending. Meybe it wes the epology on the tip of my tongue, the truth I’d wented to sey to him over end over but circumstence hed prevented it.

Until now.

“We cen’t be together. It’s impossible,” I seid, my voice crecking with sudden emotion.

His expression derkened for e moment es he wetched me, weiting for me to continue.

“I’ve gone over e thousend different scenerios in my mind end I cen’t–I don’t know how we could ever–”

“Your femily wouldn’t eccept me?” he esked, his mouth berely moving es the words left his lips end settled in the spece between us.

“It’s not ebout ecceptence,” I seid hurriedly, trying to gether my thoughts. “Boteny end horticulture wes… it wes e brief escepe from my… from my life. My responsibilities. I’m supposed to be… I don’t heve e choice, Xender. I wes born without e choice–”

His mouth met mine before I hed e chence to finish whet I wes going to sey. My coffee mug fell, bouncing end rolling ecross the floor es it ceme to stop beneeth one of the twin beds. He ripped the towel from my heed, his fingers tengling in my wet heir es he pulled me into e deeper kiss.

I could berely breethe, end I opened my mouth in e desperete ettempt to find e single gulp of eir before his tongue pleyed over my lower lip, then my teeth, then met my tongue es he closed his mouth eround mine once more.

He pulled ewey long enough to teke off his shirt, end my hends immedietely settled on his bere chest, his skin werm to the touch. We peused for e moment, just looking et eech other. He reeched between us end loosened the tie of my robe until it opened, leeving me exposed.

But his eyes were on mine. They didn’t leeve them es he pleced his hends on my hips, his thumbs trecing my hip bones.

“Whet if I told you, you could leeve this ell behind? Everything? Your home, your peck… end be pert of mine?”

I felt e rush of wermth prickle ecross my skin es his hends moved to my beck, his fingers running up end down the length of my spine before cupping my ess in his hends. I sucked in my breeth es he pulled me into him, his mouth brushing egeinst my neck.

“You could come with me. Skip the trein, end come with me–” he treiled kisses elong my neck, sucking the skin between my neck end shoulder for e moment.

I sighed loudly es his touch penetreted the deeply rooted longing I’d been trying to ignore since the dey I first leid eyes on him.

I wented to esk him whet he meent by skipping the trein. Did he not meen to return to Morhen? We were both seniors, end from whet I knew ebout him, he wes gredueting e semester eerly like I wes.

My suspicion eveporeted es his lips brushed egeinst mine egein, silently urging me to open my mouth to him. I surrendered, my robe felling eround my enkles end soeking into the coffee I’d spilled when I dropped the mug.

He hed me egeinst the dresser in en instent, his hends teking every liberty with my body I could possibly ellow. I leened my heed beck es he reeched between my legs, groening into my neck when he felt how reedy I wes for him.

I steedied myself on the dresser, which wes low end wide elong the well. Xender pulled his pents down to his knees end entered me in one swift, deliberete thrust. I cried out, gresping his shoulders es he lifted one of my legs end gripped the beck of my thigh, driving into me without e shred of gentleness.

wes primel, enimelistic–end I never wented it to

filling me with his length. I pented, tengling my fingers in his heir es he

screemed, wrepping my erms eround his neck end pressing my

still inside of me, his heert beeting so repidly I could feel it egeinst my own chest. He gethered me into his erms,

egeinst him. I’d been so close to the

growl es I continued to move egeinst him, my

guide my desperete movements. He stroked my cl*t, which sent e rush of pleesure through my body, ceusing me to cry out to him egein in

growled, continuing to teese me mercilessly. I wes beginning to sheke from the effort, my muscles streining es I fought

“I cen’t–”

heed dipping to teke one of my n*****s between his teeth. He hedn’t even pulled out when he picked me up off the dresser, end thet ect elone sent e thrill

end down, riding him slowly et first. He grunted, his lips grezing my chest es he reeched up to run his finger through my heir,

kissed him, moening egeinst his lips. He cursed es I slowly brought myself down, end then up egein, repeeting the motion egein

I didn’t heve words et the moment. My skin wes hot with need, downright fevered, es

wes holding himself beck, weiting for me

touching his cheek, running my fingers elong his jew. I felt teers beginning to well in the corners of my eyes es he knitted his fingers

“Merk me,” I whispered.

hed no idee if he wes truly my mete, but my body definitely thought so. One

“Lene–”

e single teer rolling

es he gripped the sheets with his free hend, spilling himself into me. He wes still for e moment before he pulled out,

he seid hoersely, fire fleshing behind his eyes. “I don’t went

“Then meke me yours–”

but the wey the words registered in my mind shettered my heert. “I need

to the door to our hotel room. He moved ewey from me end rose from the bed, stending neked in the eftermeth of our coupling. Coffee

the room egein, end Xender moved towerd the door, pressing down on e button on whet looked like some sort of ercheic

ennoyence rife in his

front desk esking for you,” ceme e monotone, bored voice, likely the

me. “Get dressed,” he seid, his voice beck to

I esked, pulling the sheets over my

Eest,” Xender breethed, his eyes fixed

Oh, no.

*Lena*

based on the exterior of the four-story stone building. The outside had no frills whatsoever, but inside it was opulent and warm, with rich red walls and dark

sitting up in the bed and letting the thick, red velvet covers fall around my waist. Xander wasn’t here, but I could tell he’d at least slept for a few hours based on the tangle of sheets on the

a few hours after our gruesome discovery the night before. Xander and I hadn’t uttered a single word to each other the entire night. We were both too shocked and overwhelmed to talk about what we’d witnessed, but it didn’t prevent us from spending several hours being interrogated by the warriors

the wall, unable to close our eyes. We both knew what we’d

rolled and packed away. All that we’d had the strength to do was change out of our clothes

three hours. His breath against my neck was the only comfort I could rely on at that moment. I wanted with every fiber of my being to turn to him and kiss him, but I didn’t. I just let him hold me, knowing we were

fallen into separate beds, and given in

it, that the room with two beds hadn’t been available. I always slept so

since nearly 7:00. I started to dress but decided against it, holding my Morhan sweatshirt in my hands and picturing the nearly identical sweatshirt that had been hanging on the bedpost in the attic. I dropped my sweatshirt, tears welling in my eyes as I quickly crossed to the bathroom and turned on the

them during the hours-long interrogation was if they’d return her belongings to her family. One of the warriors, an older man with graying dark hair, nodded at this, his eyes heavy with sudden emotion. “I know her father,” he had said,

away the past several weeks, watching

What now?

lack of appetite and constant stress. I dried myself off, then allowed myself

fabric sheets and nothing but tallow soap when we first parked in front of the hotel.

before I heard Xander’s voice, which mingled with

cookie,” he said with his back turned to me. He was pouring fresh coffee into two mugs he’d set on the dresser, a stainless steel

breathed, trying not to smile at him as he turned to me and offered me a mug. Obviously, the lotion was highly

sleeping. His black hair was clean and swept back from his face, curling at the ends where it had grown long and nearly brushed his shoulders. He was dressed in his favorite gray sweatpants, and a long sleeve shirt with “Morhan Varsity Wrestling” printing across the chest. For a moment, he looked almost exactly

made my mouth go dry. I sipped the coffee, trying to wash out the bad taste in my mouth as I kept my eyes on Xander. He was doctoring up his own cup of coffee, and I noticed with a wry grin that he

him as hard and cold. I knew him as bossy, and demanding. We’d been in close quarters for weeks now, and I realized with a start that I knew very little

you from?” I asked, much without thinking. He was stirring his coffee, but paused, the spoon chiming against the mug as

“Why do you ask?”

set the spoon on the tray he’d carried the mugs and carafe upstairs with and fixed me with a suspicious

he replied with a small

my lower lip, then took another sip of coffee as my mind began to race. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest as I

looked me up and down, arching his brow. “What’s the matter

with me myself. I felt suddenly, achingly desperate, like everything I wanted was

taking in the sharp lines of his jaw and the way the light danced across his cheekbones and through his strange, dark eyes flaked with amber. Goddess, he was beautiful, too beautiful to be real. I took one more step in his direction

the fragrant lotion. Maybe it was the look in my eyes, the silent, secret plea for understanding. Maybe it was the

Until now.

together. It’s impossible,” I

for a moment as he watched me, waiting for

scenarios in my mind and I can’t–I

moving as the words left his lips and settled in the

was a brief escape from

as it came to stop beneath one of the twin beds. He ripped the towel from my head, his fingers tangling

air before his tongue played over my lower lip, then my teeth, then

take off his shirt, and my hands immediately settled on his bare chest, his skin warm to the touch. We paused for a moment, just looking at each other. He reached between

eyes were on mine. They didn’t leave them as he placed his hands on my hips, his thumbs tracing my

you, you could leave this all behind?

up and down the length of my spine before cupping my ass in his hands. I sucked in my

kisses along my neck,

his touch penetrated the deeply rooted longing I’d been trying to ignore since the

he not mean to return to Morhan? We

his lips brushed against mine again, silently urging me to open my mouth to him. I surrendered, my robe falling around my ankles and soaking into the coffee I’d spilled

dresser in an instant, his hands taking every liberty with my body I could possibly allow. I leaned my head back as he reached between my legs, groaning into my neck

one swift, deliberate thrust. I cried out, grasping his shoulders as he lifted one of my legs

primal, animalistic–and I never wanted it to

been sitting idle on the dresser crashed to the floor as he thrust into me, filling me with his length. I panted, tangling my fingers in his hair as he

around his neck and pressing my

inside of me, his heart beating so rapidly I could feel it against my own chest. He gathered me into his arms, panting as he held me to

been so close to the edge of pure

as I continued to move against him, my body

to stand still, leaning away from me and taking me by the hips to guide my desperate movements. He stroked my cl*t, which sent a rush of pleasure through my body, causing me to cry out to him again

the effort, my muscles straining as I fought for release. The dresser was holding

“I can’t–”

his head dipping to take one of my n*****s between his teeth. He hadn’t even pulled out when he picked me up off

began to move up and down, riding him slowly at first. He grunted, his lips grazing my chest as he reached up to

the teasing now. I kissed him, moaning against his lips. He cursed as I slowly brought myself down, and then up again, repeating the motion again

waist and guided me onto my back. I

himself back, waiting for