Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 24 : We Didn’t Sleep

It was incredibly still in the room, the only sound that of Jared slowly turning the lock on the door into place. It echoed through the space with finality. We were alone. He turned to look at me, his shoulders tightening and then relaxing as he took a breath.

“Do you know what I am?" he asked, taking a step toward me.

My heart was beating a million miles a minute as he closed the distance between us, his gaze locked on my face.

I couldn't answer. I couldn't form the words. Did I know who he was? A bounty hunter… murderer… closeted master of antiquities… Aeris has called him something else, though.

A lost prince.

“Why did he call you a lost prince?" I breathed as he continued to close the distance between us.

He stopped short of me, looking down at me and the way the moonlight was touching my shoulders. He didn't answer my inquiry, but he reached out and ran his fingers over my exposed skin. I closed my eyes against his touch.

“You're not safe around me," he breathed.

“Why are you trying to push me away?" I replied, leaning into his touch as he stroked my neck.

“Because this won't end well for us," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice.

I opened my eyes, finding him incredibly close now, close enough for me to rest my hand against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat hammering nearly as rapidly as my own.

“Why?" I dared to ask. I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes again as he reached up and plucked the pins out of my hair, releasing my curls.

“Eliza," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. We were silent for the space of a breath, my palm spread wide over his chest. “I'm a Dark Lord. Do you know what that is?"

“Yes."

I knew of Dark Lords. I knew one personally, in fact. Maybe that's why I'd found Jared so familiar. His dark eyes and even darker shadow of power suddenly made sense. Maybe like the White Queens, his lineage branched off into seemingly endless factions of family carrying the same powers and traits.

'I'm not afraid,' I told myself. 'I'm not. I'm not.'

“I could hurt you," he said, tilting his head so his nose grazed against mine. I felt his eyelashes on my cheek as he brushed his lips against my jaw. A shiver ran down my spine, causing me to curl my toes in anticipation. “I will hurt you."

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried," I whispered.

"I could," he repeated, but his voice cracked over the words.

replied, closing my eyes as I leaned into

forward, brushing the softest

had some kind of power over

and gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned low in his throat, a tremble running through his body as he tangled his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss, his tongue running along my lower lip. I whispered his name in a

the Goddess he'd

back and over the laces that held my dress up. He loosened them with his fingers, pulling on the fabric until it gave way.

the tops of my breasts. I sucked in my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He stole the sound with another kiss, then pulled the dress down

he breathed

my breasts, his calloused hands warm and rough against my skin. My n*****s tightened and

I couldn't form the words anyway, no matter how hard I tried. He bent his head, running

I liked

stop," I gasped as he sucked, his tongue flicking over my n****e, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I threw my head back, shivering in

on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his hands running over the curve of my hips and gripping my ass

before he kissed me just above my hip bone. I closed my eyes as he slowly pulled my dress down over my hips, exposing me completely to

underwear?" he growled, circling his thumb over

reply I'd had in mind

his fingers between my thighs. I hadn't realized I was clenching them together until he forced my legs apart, growling

in mingled shock and relief as his mouth settled on my core. He was rough, his stubble scraping against the tender skin along my upper thighs as he pulled me closer to him, one hand spread wide

I cried, tangling my hands

of his mouth fanned over my skin, his tongue lapping me into a stupor. "I–I can't–Oh, please–" I pleaded, my breath coming in gasps as I fought to stay

then he pulled

on the bed. I looked up at him, watching as he hastily removed his clothing. His eyes were on me, on my body, on my legs

with passion, heat burning behind his eyes as he watched me. He was nearly all the way undressed, wearing nothing but his shirt, which was long enough to

fingers and met my eyes, his gaze feral and dripping with hunger.

that he was climbing onto the bed, holding himself over me as he bent his head to kiss me. It was a long, hungry kiss. He ran his tongue along mine as he lowered himself on top

fingertips from my cheek all the way down to my navel, and then between my legs. I shivered under his touch, then cried out as he slid his fingers inside of me. I arched my back,

length of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot and aching as he slowly ground against me, his breath coming out in a

his fingers, always slowing

making me beg. He was watching every shred of pleasure and desperation pass over my face,

for him. I tore at his shirt,

of my head at the movement, my arms falling limp at my sides. With one hand he took me by the wrists and pinned them above my

a virgin, aren't you?" he rasped

not afraid," I