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.

replied, closing my eyes as I leaned into his

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

power over

closer. He groaned low in his throat, a tremble running through his body

Goddess he'd

fingers, pulling on the fabric until it gave way. The sleeves fell from my

I sucked in my breath, a

he breathed against my

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

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

I liked

my n****e, sending a rush

set my teeth on edge with desire as he

hip bone. I closed my eyes

growled, circling his thumb over the apex

I'd had in mind as he kissed me

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

his stubble scraping against the tender skin along my upper

I cried, tangling my hands

his tongue lapping me into a stupor. "I–I can't–Oh, please–"

he

in surprise as he scooped 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. His eyes were on me, on my body, on my legs

under 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

tore his eyes from my fingers and met my eyes, his gaze feral and dripping with hunger. He grabbed my ankles and

over me as he bent his head to

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

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

slowing his

teasing me and making me beg. He was watching every shred of pleasure and desperation

pushing my legs open wider for him. I tore at his shirt, ripping it open in a shower of buttons that bounced over the bed and onto

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

aren't you?" he rasped against

not afraid,"

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