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.

I replied, closing my eyes as I leaned into his

leaned forward, brushing

power over me that I

my mouth to him, my hands running up his chest and gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned low in his throat, a tremble running through his body

he'd locked

that held my dress up. He loosened them with his fingers, pulling on the fabric until it gave way. The sleeves fell from my shoulders and the bodice fell over my chest, held

of my breasts. I sucked in my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He stole the

he breathed against my

against my skin. My n*****s tightened and peaked under his touch, begging to

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 lips across my chest, then took one of my n*****s between his teeth. I hissed, gripping his shoulders in

liked it,

gasped as he sucked, his tongue flicking over my n****e, sending a rush of warmth down my spine.

his throat that set my teeth on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his hands running over the

over my belly 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

he growled, circling his thumb over the

mind as he kissed

could feel the wetness pooling as he slid his fingers between my thighs. I hadn't realized I was clenching them together until he forced my legs apart,

the tender skin along

cried, tangling my hands in

ability to stand upright, my legs trembling as the warmth 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

he

me into his arms and walked me across the room, tossing me roughly on the bed. I looked up at him, watching as he hastily removed his clothing.

the way undressed, wearing nothing but his

his eyes from my fingers and met my eyes, his gaze feral and dripping

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

explored me with his hands, running 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 back,

a man before, not fully. I could feel the length of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot and aching as he slowly ground against me, his breath

his fingers, always slowing his movements whenever he

and making me beg. He was watching every shred

again, his hand leaving my core and resting on my knee, pushing my legs open wider for him. I tore at

across my drenched entrance again and again. My eyes nearly rolled in the back of my head at the movement, my arms falling limp at my

you?" he rasped

afraid,"