Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 654

Chapter 1: Is This a Dream?

Season 5 - Soren's Blackfire Luna

Chapter 1: Is This a Dream?

*Soren*

“Boss, what a victory!" someone shouted from across the inn. He stood up and raised his glass to me.

I raised my glass back as others cheered and added to the toast.

“Cheers for the boss!" others chorused together.

“Soren! Soren! Soren!"

They all went wild and the bartender came around with more pitchers of beer and hard liquor. The party was really getting started now.

Why wouldn't they celebrate and be happy? They might be unwanted outcasts, but they were alive.

I listened to the sound of the wind outside. It had died down considerably and pellets of sand weren't pelting against the outside of the inn anymore.

Every day, these men were alive was a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Today, it was even luckier. Not everyone had escaped the sandstorm. On top of that, they had finally secured a large territory for themselves. A place to build on—a place they could always return to.

“Have another one, on me," I declared and smirked.

I nodded to them and tipped my glass back. They called me “boss." Not because they worked for me but because they had the freedom to come and go and not be beholden to a pack, as long as they followed my two rules.

One: don't ask about others' pasts. We all had secrets and none of us wanted them spread around. We respected that about each other.

Two: don't commit any new crimes. I didn't care what they'd done in the past. That wasn't important. All that mattered to me was they didn't do anything to disturb the area where I lived.

As a result, we all stayed out of each other's way but were there to give each other a hand when needed. They could live their lives and I could live mine.

My men didn't hold back their rambunctious drinking and hollering. They didn't have to worry about putting on a “decent" show. No one else was coming to stay at the inn. They were all secured inside their homes and other buildings, waiting for the sand to clear.

The chatter started to die down and I scanned the bar, seeing that several of my men had passed out drunk. They were draped over the bar and over tables. Some of them were just flat on the floor. If it was a hard surface, someone passed out on it.

I smirked and raised my own glass to my lips, finishing off the amber liquid inside. Immediately, I went to the bar and refilled it. My senses were hardly numbed from the drinking and on a night like this, I wanted to forget…

The picture in my other hand crinkled and I glanced at it. Brunette and beautiful, Rosalie smiled out of the picture at me.

Today marked the thirteenth year since I had said my goodbyes to Ethan and Rosalie. I'd left their realm and come here, to make my own future. Over the years, I'd returned to my home realm several times to check on them.

Ethan and Rosalie were happy. Their children had been growing up and were doing well.

So many times, I had wanted to tell them I was back and talk to them. But then what? I couldn't stay in that realm, not with Rosalie so close… It was too painful.

The inn was completely quiet now and stank of sweat and booze.

I wrinkled my nose and headed outside for some fresh air.

The air was gritty with sand particles that were still unsettled from the storm. I lifted my collard at my neck and covered my nose and mouth with it so I wouldn't breathe them in.

From the porch, I could see the yellow sand dunes had filled the streets. It would take some work to clean that up.

The sun was getting low and the air was cooling rapidly. Stars started to glitter in the sky and the air was frigid with nighttime, desert cold. I shivered and took another large swig from my drink and headed back inside.

Carefully, I stepped over the passed-out drunks on the floor and headed to my room. Already, my eyelids were heavy and I felt like I could have fallen asleep standing up.

I tossed my shirt aside and stripped off my pants before sliding under the covers. The moment my eyes closed, someone gasped beside me.

Before I could move, a soft, trembling body threw themselves on top of me. Her scent filled my nostrils and her hands curled around my shoulders.

Too stunned to move, I felt her lips on my neck, kissing and sucking.

Instantly, my c**k twitched.

“What the…"

I grabbed the woman's arms and tried to push her away.

“No…" she panted. She whimpered in protest and clung to me tightly. I relaxed my hands on her when I saw her soft, brown hair with a reddish hue. I couldn't deny her anything now. Euphoria, disbelief, and the alcohol from earlier had me feeling like I was in a dreamy haze.

Was this really happening?

“Rosalie… Is it really you?" I asked, pushing some of her luscious hair out of her face.

Her hair was so soft and silky I wanted to bury my nose in it and breathe her in. I couldn't remember the last time I'd touched her so familiarly, if ever.

“This is a dream," I whispered, leaning in and pressing my lips to her forehead.

Her skin was cold and she leaned into my lips. Her hands slid up my shirt and around my neck, fingers locking together so I couldn't escape. Her breath tickled my neck and she pressed against my lips, preventing me from breaking the kiss.

“Rosalie," I murmured against her cold skin.

My groin heated and my pants tightened. This was a most enjoyable dream.

I tried to pull away from her but she whimpered again and wrapped her arms around me, locking her body against mine. She slid into my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips and locking her ankles, refusing to let me go.

My c**k ached and I leaned in, nuzzling my nose against her neck.

“I missed you," I groaned, squeezing her hips.

She mumbled something and pressed her lips to my cheek. I lifted my head and she pressed her lips to mine, her eyes only half open.

I didn't remember Rosalie being this forward or passionate.

She leaned harder against my lips and all doubts and conscious thought left my head. I kissed her back fervently, wrapping her tightly in my arms. I rose on my knees and laid her on her back, thrusting my firm erection against her.

Rosalie groaned and tightened her legs around me. She kissed me urgently, like my lips were the air she breathed.

I ran my hands up her sides and she arched into my touch, moaning into my mouth. Heat pulsed from between her legs, sinking into the fabric of my pants until I could feel the heat against my c**k.

“Rosalie…" I gasped against her lips. “You have no idea… I've missed you so much… I've wanted this for so long… I have loved you since the moment I saw you…"

She kept interrupting me with more, needy kisses, her hands pulling at my shirt like she couldn't get my clothes off fast enough.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed my pants aside. Gently, I pushed the woman's dress up her legs and body. She moaned and writhed on the bed as I pushed the dress over her head and tossed it away.

Immediately, she reached for me again and pulled me down to her.

I sighed and caressed her sides as I started kissing her again. She rolled her body against mine, my c**k throbbing with need.

Guilt swelled in my heart. The real Rosalie would never act like this, so needy, forward, and passionate. Especially not with me. I could convince myself that this was Rosalie, to ease my years of loneliness. It was all a dream, a fantasy, and I could do what I wanted.

I kissed her neck, sucking and nibbling gently as I ran my fingers down her stomach. She pressed into my hand and moaned wantonly as shivers ran through her. I moved my hand lower, between her legs, where her p***y was already sopping wet.

My c**k twitched and I kissed down her throat and to her breasts. She shuddered as I sucked on her n****e and coaxed her legs open with my fingers. I slid my hand between her folds, exploring her swollen womanhood.

Moaning and panting, her fingers curled in my hair and tugged at me with desire.

I stroked until I found her swollen clit. My thumb ran over the bead and she shuddered, crying out in pleasure and want. Her creamy scent filled my nostrils and I wanted to devour her completely.

I rubbed her clit and sucked on her n****e as she writhed around and moaned loudly. Her moans turned into sobs and her legs clenched around my hand as a trembling orgasm took hold of her.

Groaning, I moved my lips to hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She met my tongue with hers, breathing heavily as she practically tried to swallow my tongue. I pulled her thighs apart and pressed my swollen, throbbing tip to her slick entrance.

She shuddered and I pushed inside of her. Her insides tightened around my c**k and pleasure shot through me.

I gasped and moved my mouth to her neck, sucking and nibbling. I wrapped my arms around her body, pinning her to me as I thrust into her. Years of longing, years of waiting! No dream or fantasy before this could have prepared me for how amazing she felt.

Her eyes rolled back and I grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head at the wrists. She rolled against me, matching my thrusts, sucking me deeper into her tight, twitching p***y.

I kept her arms pinned with one hand and looped the other around her waist, holding her right against me.

She wrapped her legs around me, squeezing tightly as another release overpowered her.

My c**k quivered and I held her as tight as possible as I came hard.

“I love you, Rosalie," I groaned as my release sent tremors of pleasure through me.

Sweat coated my skin and I felt heavy, too heavy to move my arms from around her. She kept her arms around me and I rested my head against her breast, listening to her heartbeat.

Copper filled my nose. The scent of blood.

I creased my brow and looked down, seeing a glimmer of blood between her legs.

She was a virgin!

What a strange dream and fantasy…

I rolled onto my side and tucked the young woman against me. Gently, I kissed her forehead and her nose. I held her securely and caressed her sides and back until we both fell asleep.

***

*Mila*

A thousand needles pricked my skin all over. Like tiny little pins, they stabbed into my flesh, ripping through my clothes and burning me down to the bone. White hot, searing pain burrowed through my skin.

Every nerve screamed in agony, burning like I'd been lit on fire. My skin felt like it was being shredded by jagged shards of glass.

“Rosalie," I murmured against her cold skin.

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