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.”

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 granite was sharp, and

altar is what Damian is after?

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her neck with my fingertips, watching as the fine, white hair rose against her skin.

brows as her glacier blue eyes settled

before falling onto the edge of the bed and then sliding to the floor. She was looking up at me, startled, but there was a warmth behind her eyes, something

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

lips brushing hers as I spoke, “and I don’t care if you hate me forever. It doesn’t

eyes focused on mine. I had her pinned against the mattress by her wrists, her hands open, palms towards the ceiling. She bent her fingers, the tips of them

days. She opened her mouth

breast. She

mouth slightly

you can get

my head, kissing her on the neck as I

took her nipple between my teeth, biting gently as her back arched and

“Am I hurting you?”

she said, a little

***

Maeve

if I wanted to. Whatever he was doing

straighten up and reach down to roughly pull my pants down over my thighs. His fingers slipped into my underwear, pulling them to the side. I exhaled as he touched me, his thumb pressing against my clit and making me

closer to the edge. I opened my eyes as

fell off the edge of the bed, releasing his hold on me to grip the quilt in

He arched his brow, then grabbed my hips firmly,

in surprise, locking my legs around him but he pushed them far apart, gripping my inner thighs

lower, and lower, until his mouth

ran my fingers through his hair, tangling it between my fingers as my hips arched to

| exclaimed, “Where–where did you learn how to

few moments, a laugh

to answer that right

quietly, panting as he bit my inner thigh,

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

be late for

him as he laid against

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my breasts with my

had Cleo said to me weeks ago? To tell him what I

do

a bit so I can get my

yeah-* 1 rose on my knees while he awkwardly fumbled between my

over the side of the bed, but

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 this? Judging by what

know exactly what he

the wet folds between my legs.