Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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.

“Too humid, storms coming. Plus, you’re supposed to be leaving for work soon. I’ll be able to sleep naked in my bed if I want to.”

her fingers along the faded script. “There used to be something 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

from the altar is what Damian is after? I was barely paying attention, my eyes focusing solely

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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

her strawberry blonde brows as her glacier blue eyes

sliding to the

my head, my face hovering just above her own. She was totally, completely

breathed, my lips brushing hers as I spoke, “and I don’t care if you hate me

pinned against the mattress by her wrists, her hands open, palms towards

way I had wanted to for days. She

shirt up over her stomach, and touched her skin, my hand traveling up to cup her full breast. She sucked in her breath as I squeezed. I let go, rising to my knees over

squeaked; her mouth slightly

told you, you can get out of them

I bent my head, kissing her on the neck as I ran my fingers up her arms

I took her nipple between my teeth, biting

“Am I hurting you?”

a little breathless, “No.

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Maeve

he was doing with his mouth

side. I exhaled as he touched me, his thumb pressing against my clit and making me moan with pleasure. Oh, Goddess, how I had wanted this, despite everything. This was bad, so

arched 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 the smug

hard with my knee and he nearly fell off the edge of the bed, releasing his hold on me to grip the quilt

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

him but he

then lower, and lower,

once more. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, tangling it between my fingers as my hips arched to him, desperation pulsating through

you learn how

legs after a few moments, a laugh trembling through

answer that

bit my inner thigh, the sensation sending a

running his hands over the curve of my hips and then my breasts, squeezing them until I cried out, throwing

going to be late

straddling him as he laid against

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his gaze. I tried to cover my breasts

I sat there, dumbly, unsure of what I was supposed to do next. What had Cleo said to me weeks

I do now?” I

bit so I can get my

he awkwardly fumbled between my legs,

of the bed, but he caught me before I tumbled over,

over my chest and cheeks. I hated not being good at something. I hated not being the best. But he was the only man I had ever had sex with, and we had only done that twice. Well, the first time hardly counted, in my opinion, so once. And Troy? How many times had he done

know exactly what

him beneath me, his cock pressing against the wet folds between my legs. I moved forward involuntarily, seeking my own pleasure without thinking