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 pulled me to

the waitress was still glaring death at me, I decided her problem might have less to do with the stew and more with my proximity

around me, pulling me tight to his side. “Don't pull away. I'm hoping this little display means she

a little furry jealous beastie poking me in the gut. I was not nearly as

Lucas

and only got hotter when Lucas swung the door to

were dashed. The bed was small… no, tiny, very tiny. How it was meant to hold even just Lucas boggled my

sleep on

firmly. “No… No, no," he said. “We can do this. It's just a matter of

the same. Still, I was just as determined as he was

gave a decisive

at our bags that had been set down next to the bed. I wondered if a T-shirt and boxers was going to be enough armor against

Lucas explained before I could say anything. “If you don't mind, I'll just wear my

that's fine," I said,

then I noticed the ties on my bag were different than I had tied them. “Um… Lucas? Do you think our bags have

approaching our bags. “I swear

shivered. “I doubt it. It still feels very

his bag

nod of approval when he saw everything he'd

at the rumpled mess my neatly folded clothes

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

“What's wrong?" Lucas growled.

my bag and took… all of my bras and

boxers and shirt I slept in. Of course,

“Sasha?" Lucas asked.

dropped the bag onto the floor and groaned. “They're

the innkeeper might know where I can find your underwear...." He cracked his knuckles and headed for the

him with a hand on his arm as he passed. “It's late," I sighed. “And I don't want us getting kicked out in the

looked at

my arms awkwardly around myself. “Um… so… that's going to leave me in a pair of panties and my bra for tonight… um… I

T-shirts you can borrow." Lucas

was unreasonably glad I'd worn some good underwear, not something ratty. It also

took my bra off and slipped into the cozy comfort of Lucas's T-shirt. It slipped off of one shoulder and fell to mid

faced the bed at the same time, pointedly not looking at each other

“What?" I asked.

my T-shirt on

Sweet mercy of the Goddess, he

asked as he watched the

“Nothing," I said breathlessly.

Lucas said, finally deciding the logistics. “You can lay on my chest. That's

at Lucas's perfect ass in his boxers as

opened his arms, and I walked toward him and gingerly lay down on top of

Sasha. Get comfortable,"

“Alright...."

I was situated to one side of his broad chest with one hip resting on the mattress and my leg cushioned on his thigh. I kept one arm tucked close to me while the