Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 813

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.

I replied, closing my eyes

took a shuddering breath, then leaned forward, brushing the softest kiss against my

of power over me that

his chest 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

the Goddess he'd locked

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

my hair and trailed his fingers along 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 until it rested

he breathed against

cupped my breasts, his calloused hands warm and rough against my skin. My

what I was feeling. I wondered if he felt that same magnetic pull. I didn't want to break this spell, however. I couldn't form the words anyway, no matter how hard I tried. He bent his head, running his

liked it, a

tongue flicking over my n****e, sending a rush

deep in his throat that set my teeth on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his hands running over the curve of my hips and gripping my ass over the

my hip bone. I

he growled, circling his thumb over

had in mind as he kissed me just

the wetness pooling as he slid his fingers between my thighs. I hadn't realized I was clenching them together

was rough, his stubble scraping against the tender skin along

cried, tangling my hands in his

into a stupor. "I–I can't–Oh, please–" I pleaded, my

then he

me roughly on the bed. I looked up at

his breath, his eyes glassy 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 hide the

his gaze

the bed, holding himself over me as he bent his

his 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

of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot and aching as

he worked me with his fingers, always slowing his movements whenever he felt my muscles

watching every shred of pleasure and desperation pass over my

core and resting on my knee, pushing my legs open wider for him. I tore at his shirt, ripping it open in a shower of buttons

rolled in the back of my head at the movement, my arms falling limp at my sides. With one hand he took me by the

aren't you?" he rasped

afraid,"

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