Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 320

Chapter 100: I’m Yours

Our bedroom felt exceedingly quiet, but the silence was broken by the swell of chatter and music coming from the castle’s grounds, where the gala was still taking place. It was late now, the sky dappled with stars until a half quarter

moon.

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Troy was helping me out of my dress in our spacious bathroom as I took the pins out of my hair, letting the curls fall over my shoulders as I sighed a breath of relief. It felt odd seeing the jeweled tiara I was wearing sitting on the bathroom counter, surrounded by a tangle of hairpins.

Troy kissed my shoulder as I pulled my shelves from the dress, his touch sending a ripple of desire through my body.

“You’re covered in glitter,” he laughed against my skin as he ran his hand down over my exposed waist.

“Gemma found a new lotion at the market in Mirage. It has glitter in it and smells like cotton candy. She insisted I wear it.”

“Mmm… that’s why you smell like sugar.”

“You noticed?”

“Earlier, in the sitting room when I….” He looked over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror, giving me a knowing

smile.

I felt suddenly self-conscious as he looked at my reflec tion. My body felt foreign to me still, my new curves strange and unwanted. I closed my eyes as he reached down to un clasp the hook and pin that held my skirts in place, causing them to fall around my ankles. I was totally, completely ex posed.

“Troy, don’t-”

“What’s wrong?” He turned me to face him, standing so close that my breasts pressed into his chest. They were hard as rocks and streaked with purple stretch marks, so heavy I felt like my back would break. How could he look at me and want me? Let alone recognize me?

Exhaustion and grief at the fact that our sons were still in the nursery, fast asleep, washed over me and brought tears to my eyes. Troy ran his knuckles over my cheek, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across my forehead.

“Today was a lot, wasn’t it?” he whispered into my hair.

I nodded, resting my head against his shoulder. His hands moved over my back, his touch soft against my skin. I melted into him. It had been several weeks since we had been togeth er intimately and alone, always separated by babies and al ways called away on errands related to either the moon stones, Tasia, or Troy’s ascension to the throne of Poldesse.

“Yeah,” I replied, unsure if the reply was even audible.

“I have glitter all over my hands now,” he laughed, taking a step away from me.

With his body no longer shielding me from his full gaze, I felt like cowering, like covering myself. But I saw his desire

clearly, his c*ck rigid against the zipper of his dress pants. He smiled at me, his cheek dimpling as he turned and opened the glass door to the oversized shower and turned the hot water on full blast. Within

seconds the bathroom was full of steam.

“You should get in with me,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the floor.

Goddess, he was a beautiful man. Months of hard labor and physical trials during our journey through the pass had only added to his strength. It had been the complete opposite for me, my body stretching apart to make room for not one, but three children.

“You’ll feel better after a hot shower.”

The idea of hot water running over my shoulders and back was too delicious to ignore, and the thought of it caused my breasts to harden sharply, milk beginning to trickle over my breasts and down my stomach. I reached down involun tarily, touching the long scar that stretched from one side of my belly to the other, another wave of self-consciousness washing over me and causing me to freeze.

“Maeve-”

“Will I ever be like I was?” I said, the words falling from my mouth before I could stop them.

Troy had been in the act of taking off his pants, and he paused, looking up at me for a moment before he pulled them off and kicked them to where he had thrown his shirt. “No, not fully.”

I hung my head. “Does that bother you?”

“Me?” To my surprise, he laughed, slightly taken aback by the question. “Are you kidding me, Maeve? You gave me three sons. You carried them in your body for months. You gave them life, risking your own and….” He paused, closing the dis tance between us, running his hands over the swell of my hips. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was slightly jealous of the closeness. Of the fact they get all of you.”

“Jealous?” I stammered.

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He leaned in, brushing a kiss along my neck. “This is the first time since we met that you haven’t been fully mine.”

“But, I am yours,” I breathed, closing my eyes as his mouth traveled down my neck and onto my shoulders.

“Say that again,” he growled, his voice low and brassy.

“I’m yours.”

He nipped the skin over my collarbone, then ran his hands over my arms, squeezing.

“Still strong, stronger now from carrying the boys around. I know you can still knock someone’s teeth out if given the op portunity,” he whispered hoarsely, his touch leaving my arms. to run down the length of my thighs. “You could choke me out with these. There’s nothing I want more than your thighs around my neck and my head between your legs-”

“Troy!” I rasped, unable to hide my surprise.

He laughed into my neck, then bent his head, gently tak ing one of my nipples in his mouth. I sucked in my breath through gritted teeth, but he was gentle, knowing how much my breasts currently pained me.

“Don’t even get me started on these. And your ass?” | squeaked in surprise, giggling as he cupped my ass in his hands. “Do I even need to say it?” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I was blushing deeply by this total worship of my body. In a split second he had me up on the counter, kissing me so deeply that I felt at a loss for air. All that was separating us were his boxers and the cascade of steam dancing around our bodies.

The worship continued in the shower, gentle and wanting at first. Despite our fatigue, we were in no obvious rush. This was the first time we’d had sex since the babies were born. It felt, in a lot of ways, like the first time all over again.

I had proved I could handle him, and soon he had me pressed against shower, my breasts pinned against the tile as he took me from behind, his fingers tangled in my hair and one hand clutching my hip as he roughly slid inside me, taking every liberty with my body I could possibly allow.

He kissed me, and against his lips, I begged him for my own release. A wave of pure, electric ecstasy enveloped me and I was limp with bliss and mingled exhaustion.

My mind felt peaceably blank as we stood beneath the stream of the shower, letting the water wash over us, the tile floor glistening with glitter. It was a baptism of sorts, washing away our old lives, and when after a long while we finally stepped out of the shower, it was as though we had been re born into our new rules, as parents, as rulers, as husband and wife. Together.

An hour later we lay awake in bed, our fingers knitted to gether as he listened to the party continue on without us

downstairs.

“I guarantee Gemma and Ernest are going to be absolute ly worthless tomorrow,” Troy laughed, rolling over to face me.

“Oh, well, they needed to let loose I think. We can take George for the day. I can nurse him, you know. We can take all the boys for a walk around the grounds.”

“If it’s not littered with drunken bodies sleeping in the tall grass, that is,” Troy smiled, reaching out to touch my cheek.

We were restless for whatever reason. I felt an emptiness in the bed with us, between us… something that was making it impossible to sleep.

“I feel it too,” Troy whispered, kissing my knuckles. “Do you want to go get them?”

“Yes,” I said, and in a split second we were both out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed, mutually needing the boys in our room with us in order to even get a fraction of sleep.

Dressed in pajamas and with our feet bare on the stone floor, we quietly made our way through the castle, which was still bustling with noise.

We went to the nursery, finding Ingra awake with George sleeping on her ample chest as she sat in a rocking chair.

A silent understanding passed between us, and she nod ded to the little bedroom off the main apartment, where all three boys were laid out on a bed, asleep.

Troy scooped Will and Charlie into his arms while I cradled Oli against my chest, exhaling deeply at the sensation of his

weight in my arms. Much, much better.

We traveled quietly through the castle, and had just made it to the stairwell when a voice rang out behind us, and we turned to see a man leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

“Those must be the princes I’ve heard so much about,” he said, his eyes sharp and darkly colored.

I opened my mouth to speak, but stole a quick glance at Troy, whose expression caught me off guard. He was glaring, his brow furrowed and his shoulders so rigid I thought they would burst through his gray T-shirt.

“What are you doing here?” Troy snapped through gritted

teeth.

The man stepped forward into the light, giving me a bet ter view of his face. He was young, roughly Troy’s age. He had dark hair and pale skin, and a menacing demeanor that sent a chill up my spine and caused me to clutch Oli to my chest.

“I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to see you become Alpha of Poldesse. I didn’t believe it, at first. Still can’t, if I’m being honest.” The unfamiliar man tilted his head, looking me up and down with a smirk.

“Leave this place, now,” Troy growled, the sound making all of the down hairs on my arms stand on edge. He was livid; I could feel the fury spilling off of him.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay for the remainder of the party,” he said directly to me, his gaze raking hotly over my figure.

Troy abruptly turned to me, practically stacking Will and

Charlie in my arms as I fumbled to hold them all at once. “Go. Upstairs. Now. And lock the door.”

“Why?”

But Troy had stalked forward and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, and the two of them disappeared through a door off the hallway.