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

breath, then leaned forward, brushing

kind of power over me that I couldn't put

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.

he'd locked the

up. He loosened them with his fingers, pulling on the fabric until it

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

he breathed against

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

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

liked

flicking over my n****e, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I threw my

edge with desire as

tip of his nose dragging over my belly before he kissed me just above my hip

thumb over

on whatever sarcastic reply I'd had in mind as

was drenched. I 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, growling

skin along my upper thighs as

cried, tangling my hands in his

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 fought to stay upright. Every

he

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 spread

way undressed, wearing nothing

gaze feral and dripping with hunger. He grabbed my ankles and

bent his

then between my legs. I shivered under his touch, then cried out as he slid his fingers inside of me. I arched my back, pleading with

never been with a man before, not fully. I could feel the length of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot and aching as

slowing his

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

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

in the back of my head at the movement, my arms falling limp at my sides. With one hand

you?" he

not afraid,"

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