Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 20 : A Bed for Two

*Sasha*

“All day?" I gaped at Lucas. “We have to wait here all day tomorrow before they can send a car for us?"

“Unless you want to walk...." He chuckled over his stew, popping a large bite of beef into his mouth. “I just managed to catch the post before it left. They might not get my message until the morning. Considering that I am giving them little notice, that is no time really. How did you think we were going to get there with the train tracks stopping here in Leviss?"

“Haven't they ever heard of a bus?" I mumbled, stirring my own stew. I frowned as a chicken leg, foot and all, surfaced through the sludge.

“It's supposed to be lucky," Lucas winked at me.

“Waiting all day in the middle of nowhere for a ride?" I asked, poking the chicken foot with my spoon.

“No, getting the chicken leg. Are you going to eat it?" He stopped my spoon poking with his own.

“Umm… I'd rather not. Is it impolite to—"

Lucas scooped my chicken leg free and gnawed the meat off the bone. “Your loss," he grinned.

I got the impression, though, given the frown on the buxom waitress's face, that Lucas had just saved me from a major social faux pas. “Thank you," I mouthed.

Lucas's eyes twinkled and he set the bone aside. “Isn't it exciting, going west?"

“I don't know," I mumbled again. “If it wasn't a trip to stop me from being sucked into the void of time, it might be."

“The further west we get from the capital, the less developed the villages become," Lucas explained. I figured he was doing his best to keep my mind off of the possibility of disappearing again. “It is a bit inconvenient to have to wait on a car. But otherwise, we'd be twiddling our thumbs for who knows how long before Eliza would be free to come to the capital."

I sighed heavily.

“It'll be okay, princess." Lucas smiled at me.

My toes curled, and the warmth that suffused my stomach had nothing to do with stew.

I cleared my throat. “We should probably talk about sleeping arrangements."

“Sleeping arrangements?" Lucas said.

“Yes. Now, I am more than happy to take the floor...." I suggested.

“Sasha. We're both grown adults. I think we can sleep in a bed together without having problems," Lucas replied.

I swallowed. “Depends on your definition of 'problems.'"

Lucas reached across the table and covered my hand with his. “Nothing you don't want to happen will ever happen when you're with me, Sasha. I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

The warmth in my stomach spread to other places, but I managed a nod. It really was silly to think two mature adults couldn't share a bed without… issues. “Okay. We can give it a try."

“Good to hear," Lucas said. He looked at my bowl of stew and raised an eyebrow. “Are you gonna finish that?"

“Help yourself," I said, trading my bowl for his empty one.

“Chicken leg did you in, huh? Don't worry. There shouldn't be any in breakfast," Lucas responded.

on the table. He patted his belly then

decided her problem might have less to do with the stew and more

then chuckled and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight to his side. “Don't pull away. I'm hoping this little display

I whispered, a little furry jealous beastie poking me in

but not in her," Lucas murmured, ushering me towards

when

no, tiny, very tiny. How it was meant to hold even just Lucas boggled

on the

he said. “We can do

just imagine the creative arranging he was thinking about. I was having visions of the same. Still, I was just as determined as he was to

a

at our bags that had been set down next to the bed. I wondered if a T-shirt and

anything. “If you don't mind, I'll

said,

bag were different than I had tied them. “Um… Lucas? Do you think our bags have been tampered

our bags. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, if one of them got

shivered. “I doubt it. It still feels very present

Lucas checked his bag

gave a sharp nod of approval when he saw

bag, however, I scowled at the rumpled mess

my stomach, and felt my face turn sour as I rummaged through and figured out

“What's wrong?" Lucas growled.

and took… all of my bras

and began rummaging. But they were, indeed, gone, right down to the boxers and shirt I slept in. Of course, a shirt that said, “Every Day is Pajama Day" was probably just a bit too obvious for

“Sasha?" Lucas asked.

and groaned. “They're all gone.

know where I can find your underwear...." He cracked his knuckles

sighed. “And I don't want us getting kicked out in the rain. Besides, if he's had his hands or… other things on them… I'm not so sure I want them

at me

me in a pair

T-shirts you can borrow." Lucas said and dug

to strip down. I was unreasonably glad I'd worn some

off and slipped into the cozy comfort of Lucas's T-shirt. It slipped off of one shoulder and fell

faced the bed at the same time, pointedly not looking at each other until we were finished. A slight smile touched

“What?" I asked.

like my

him over. Sweet mercy

watched the changing

“Nothing," I said breathlessly.

finally deciding the logistics. “You can lay on my chest. That's the only way this

at Lucas's perfect

and opened his arms, and I walked toward

won't break me, Sasha. Get comfortable,"

“Alright...."

my legs until I was situated to one side of his broad chest with one hip resting on the mattress and my leg cushioned on