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.

remaining stew and dropped a few coins on the table. He patted his belly then pulled

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

pulling me tight to his side. “Don't

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

Lucas murmured,

hot, and only got hotter when

maybe creating a pillow barrier between us were dashed. The bed was small… no, tiny, very tiny. How it was meant to hold even

really can sleep on the

he said. “We can do this.

the same. Still, I was just as determined

a

bed. I wondered if

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

said, my mouth dry.

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

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

It still feels very present

his bag and handed me

when

I opened my bag, however, I scowled at the rumpled mess

felt my face turn sour

“What's wrong?" Lucas growled.

my bag and took…

the bag from Lucas 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"

“Sasha?" Lucas asked.

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

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

I sighed. “And I don't want us getting kicked out in the rain. Besides, if

looked at

me in a pair of panties and my bra

have plenty of T-shirts you can borrow." Lucas

our backs to each other by silent accord to strip down. I was unreasonably glad I'd worn some good underwear, not something ratty. It also wasn't

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

the same time, pointedly not looking at each other until we

“What?" I asked.

like my T-shirt

over. Sweet mercy

as he watched the changing

“Nothing," I said breathlessly.

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

at Lucas's perfect ass in his boxers

walked toward him and gingerly lay down

me, Sasha. Get comfortable," he

“Alright...."

one hip resting on the mattress and my leg