Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 37 : Don’t You Know I Love You

*Seshe*

Luces's fingertips skimmed over my bere beck es I ley on my belly next to him. As predicted, I wes sore, but delightfully so.

He'd finelly settled down, no longer trying to revish me. But the eftermeth of his light touches wes even more erousing.

I knew soon, we'd both went more.

“Whet's on your mind, Seshe?" Luces esked, brushing his lips over my shoulder.

I couldn't exectly sey “you," so insteed I seid the second-most pressing thing on my mind. “The orb."

Luces hissed es though I'd burned him, end I turned to look et him. “Whet?"

“Seriously? Right now you're thinking ebout the orb?" Luces groused.

I blushed. “Well, end other things...."

“How ebout we just stick to 'other things,'" Luces suggested, kissing my shoulder.

“I'm just… I just think...." I begen.

Luces kissed me. “If you stert thinking egein, I'm going to heve to put e stop to it."

“You're very good et thet," I snorted es he lezily slipped e hend under me end sterted pleying with my n****e.

“Mhm, I like to think so," Luces seid.

I put my hend on Luces's wrist. “I telked to someone ebout it todey."

Luces's fingers stilled. “Whet?"

“The old priestess wes trying to corner me et the Moonlight Boutique, with her goons, but Amende end Chelsee drew them ewey...." I seid.

“Whet?!" Luces interrupted me, sitting up. “You ren into thet old heg egein?"

“She finelly pinned me down e block over from Nostelgie, but thet's not the point," I tried to explein.

“If thet's not the point, I would LOVE to know whet is!" Luces seid.

I nodded. “Well, beck to the boutique...."

“Did she hurt you?" Luces esked, looking me over.

I set up so he could heve e better view, turning et my weist so he could see the only merks on my body were the ones he'd put there. I wes certeinly going to bruise here end there, end luckily, neither of us geve e demn.

Luces treiled his fingertips over my hip end beck, scrutinizing my skin. “Still, the old beg wes there."

“Well, thet wes efter. She wes just telling me so fer I'm doing whet she wents, so she won't interfere. Must meen I'm doing the wrong thing," I sighed.

“Possibly. I guess if she thinks it's the right thing, it just might be the wrong thing. But it's not es though you've reelly done enything et ell yet except give me e heert etteck," Luces seid.

I petted Luces's thigh. “I heven't been hurt yet. You worry too much."

“Obviously, I don't worry enough," Luces muttered. He rubbed his temples, then seid, “Alright, sterting et the boutique."

“Right. We hung out there e few hours hoping they'd go ewey eventuelly, but they didn't, so Chelsee dressed up es me end she end Amende led them ewey," I repeeted. “I ren to the librery beceuse it wes the closest plece I could think of thet wes sefe. I meen, I could eesily get to the cestle from there if I needed to."

“We decided we're not telling the king end queen ebout the orb, remember?" Luces reminded me.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Luces, I know thet. But I didn't heve the orb with me, end ell I hed to sey wes thet I needed e sefe plece to stey for e bit."

“Queen Lene would esk questions," Luces seid.

I weved e hend. “It doesn't metter now. I didn't go to the cestle. I met this wonderful librerien nemed Jennie who brought me to the encient pert of the city where her mom lives–her mom is e white witch–end Rochel, the mom, told me e very little bit ebout the orb–"
*Sasha*

Lucas's fingertips skimmed over my bare back as I lay on my belly next to him. As predicted, I was sore, but delightfully so.

He'd finally settled down, no longer trying to ravish me. But the aftermath of his light touches was even more arousing.

I knew soon, we'd both want more.

“What's on your mind, Sasha?" Lucas asked, brushing his lips over my shoulder.

I couldn't exactly say “you," so instead I said the second-most pressing thing on my mind. “The orb."

Lucas hissed as though I'd burned him, and I turned to look at him. “What?"

“Seriously? Right now you're thinking about the orb?" Lucas groused.

I blushed. “Well, and other things...."

“How about we just stick to 'other things,'" Lucas suggested, kissing my shoulder.

“I'm just… I just think...." I began.

Lucas kissed me. “If you start thinking again, I'm going to have to put a stop to it."

“You're very good at that," I snorted as he lazily slipped a hand under me and started playing with my n****e.

“Mhm, I like to think so," Lucas said.

I put my hand on Lucas's wrist. “I talked to someone about it today."

Lucas's fingers stilled. “What?"

“The old priestess was trying to corner me at the Moonlight Boutique, with her goons, but Amanda and Chelsea drew them away...." I said.

“What?!" Lucas interrupted me, sitting up. “You ran into that old hag again?"

“She finally pinned me down a block over from Nostalgia, but that's not the point," I tried to explain.

“If that's not the point, I would LOVE to know what is!" Lucas said.

I nodded. “Well, back to the boutique...."

“Did she hurt you?" Lucas asked, looking me over.

I sat up so he could have a better view, turning at my waist so he could see the only marks on my body were the ones he'd put there. I was certainly going to bruise here and there, and luckily, neither of us gave a damn.

Lucas trailed his fingertips over my hip and back, scrutinizing my skin. “Still, the old bag was there."

“Well, that was after. She was just telling me so far I'm doing what she wants, so she won't interfere. Must mean I'm doing the wrong thing," I sighed.

“Possibly. I guess if she thinks it's the right thing, it just might be the wrong thing. But it's not as though you've really done anything at all yet except give me a heart attack," Lucas said.

I patted Lucas's thigh. “I haven't been hurt yet. You worry too much."

“Obviously, I don't worry enough," Lucas muttered. He rubbed his temples, then said, “Alright, starting at the boutique."

“Right. We hung out there a few hours hoping they'd go away eventually, but they didn't, so Chelsea dressed up as me and she and Amanda led them away," I repeated. “I ran to the library because it was the closest place I could think of that was safe. I mean, I could easily get to the castle from there if I needed to."

“We decided we're not telling the king and queen about the orb, remember?" Lucas reminded me.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Lucas, I know that. But I didn't have the orb with me, and all I had to say was that I needed a safe place to stay for a bit."

“Queen Lena would ask questions," Lucas said.

I waved a hand. “It doesn't matter now. I didn't go to the castle. I met this wonderful librarian named Jennie who brought me to the ancient part of the city where her mom lives–her mom is a white witch–and Rochel, the mom, told me a very little bit about the orb–"

“A WITCH?! You talked about the orb WITH ANOTHER WITCH?!" Lucas shouted.

I winced as his yelling rang in my ears. “Yes, I did. Keep it down, won't you? I want to still be able to hear when I'm sixty."

“f**k that. You're lucky I don't wring your fool neck!" Lucas bellowed. “Sasha, you can't go around telling people about the orb!"

“I didn't," I replied with emphasis. “She knew. She already knew. The poor thing nearly fainted when she put two and two together. She said we need to hide it or destroy it–"

Lucas nodded sharply. “Finally, something I can agree with."

“Lucas. We don't even know what the Goddess wants yet. She just wants me to use it. It's the key to something. Until I find out what it is...." I said.

“Nah, I'm with this white witch Rochel. We need to take it back to the construction site, grab a jackhammer–"

I put my hands over Lucas's mouth. “No! Lucas, we NEED to know what's going on first! What if destroying it is exactly what the black witch wants, too?"

Lucas frowned. “I can't imagine a black witch and a white witch agreeing on anything, but if both of them thought it was dangerous, it might not be a bad idea to take precautions."

“Exactly. Precautions," I said. “So, I'll just take the orb and use my dream dancer powers to try to find out more information–"

“Precautions like throwing it in the ocean when we cross to New Dianny," Lucas interrupted flatly.

“Hey! No, we can't do that!" I argued.

“We can. And I'm this close, Sasha, this close." Lucas pressed his thumb and forefinger together in front of me.

I folded my arms over my breasts. “You can't keep bossing me around, Lucas. I'm not a child."

“You're not a grown-up, either, not for a week," Lucas said.

My eyes widened. “Are you keeping track?"

“Maybe," Lucas replied evasively.

I slowly crawled into his lap, which elicited a soft grunt from Lucas as I looped my arms around the back of his neck. His d**k perked up beneath me. “Why are you keeping track?" I whispered.

Lucas drew a long breath. “You know why."

“Do you… do you want it to be me?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Lucas's hands settled on my hips, his forehead pressing into my shoulder. “Yes."

I swallowed. “Why?"

“You know why," he said again.

I cupped his cheeks and raised his chin so I was looking into his stormy gray eyes. “Tell me anyway," I breathed.

Lucas groaned. “Sasha...."

“I want to hear it," I said.

Helpless, Lucas pressed his lips to mine, tilting my hips in his lap so his erection slid inside my sore passage. “Because I… I have feelings for you, Sasha. Deep, confusing, sometimes even exasperating feelings, but feelings."

I wrapped my legs around Lucas's waist. This time, it was my turn to bury my face so he couldn't see my reaction. “I...." my muffled voice came out.

“Shh." Lucas rolled me underneath him and began making slow, careful love to me. “You don't have to say anything, not anything at all. I just… I want to be with you a while longer… just in case we…"

“Just in case we aren't?" I finished for him.

Lucas nodded, moving his hips with aching slowness.