Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder Chapter 513 - 16 : All I Could Feel Was Him

*Lena*

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d envisioned my ti spent on my field study.

I was ant to be researching the plant samples and soil, determining the best course of action for the area to not only improve their harvests but also gather information on the area’s flora as a whole to add to my report that I was required to turn in to Morhan.

Instead, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed I shared with Xander, unwinding his bandages.

“It looks so much better,” I whispered, in awe of the abrupt change taking place on his skin. I’d expected the wound to be large based on the damage it had done to his body, but it was small, just a few teeth marks where the swelling had gone down.

“I’ll get the sample we need,” he said, closing his eyes as he laid back against his pillow with his hands behind his head, “while you’re back on campus.”

It wasn’t a question. I knew pushing the subject would be fruitless.

“I need to put new bandages on you–”

“I’m fine for a minute. I’ve been wearing them all day.”

I placed my hands in my lap, pursing my lips. Bethany had brought a dical kit, but it didn’t have the herbs and tinctures Henry’s dkit possessed. It was obvious to that Henry’s dkit was for him, and him alone.

“Well,” I sighed, rising from the bed, “I’m going to read for a bit. I brought my textbooks on the dical uses of plants local to this area–”

“Lena, we’re both exhausted. Please, just sleep.”

“We need to know–”

“You’re not going to find what you’re looking for in those books.” His eyes were closed as he spoke, on the edge of sleep himself. “The bed’s warm. Lay down, okay?”

“Not until you have fresh bandages,” I protested.

He sighed deeply, then shrugged, which was invitation enough for to get on with it. I grabbed the dical kit off the kitchenette counter and brought it back into the bedroom. I rifled through the contents, finding antibiotic ointnt and several rolls of fresh bandages.

“I’m going to go wash my hands,” I said, looking down at the supplies to make sure I had everything I needed. Xander could easily do this himself, but I knew he wasn’t going to. He’d let the wound get infected again before he made a big deal out of it.

I did all the little things I needed to do in order to get ready for bed, brushed my teeth, then washed my hands thoroughly. By the ti I’d changed into pajamas and my hands were so clean they were raw, I found Xander sitting up in bed, looking toward the window.

“Did you see sothing?” I asked as I ca back into the room.

He shook his head, turning in my direction, his face void of expression. “Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders falling a bit as I stood in front of him, positioning myself between his knees as I bent to my task.

“This is going to scar. I think you should’ve gotten stitches, honestly.”

“No, thanks,” he said with a brief smile, then shook his head as if thinking of so long-forgotten mory. “I’ve never needed them.”

“ neither,” I murmured as I rolled the bandage over his chest and back to hold the piece of ointnt-soaked gauze over the wound in place.

“Why does talking about the royal family make you so uncomfortable?” he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

I blinked, then t his eye. “What do you an?”

“Over dinner, when everyone was talking about the Princes of Poldesse.”

“It’s just gossip,” I replied, feeling a slight tightening in my stomach. I tucked the loose end of the bandage in place over his chest. “It’s all anyone wants to talk about.”

“Not you, though.”

“No, not .”

“Do you know them?”

“Who?” I asked as I put the supplies back in the dkit, avoiding his gaze.

“The princes?”

I closed the dkit, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Why would you think that?”

Xander was watching closely, tilting his head to the side as I straightened up to my full height and looked in his direction.

“You looked a little defensive when Prince Oliver was ntioned.”

“I think his situation is sad, that’s all. It’s rude to speculate on what really happened and gossip about it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in my voice. My cheeks reddened as I scooped up the dical supplies, turning from the bed to set it on the dresser near the window.

“Why would you care?”

I felt uneasy as I turned back to him. I kept my face neutral as I walked to the opposite wall and turned out the light. Now, he couldn’t see the emotions playing over my face as I climbed into the bed and into my sleeping bag.

There was a mont of silence between us as we settled into our sleeping bags. I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling when Xander turned to , his arm tucked under his pillow.

“You know, the princess is rumored to be very powerful.”

“How would you even know that? No one has seen her in years.”

“Weird, right?”

“I already told you I thought it was rude to gossip about them,” I huffed, turning my head to lock eyes with him.

“It’s not gossip. Just... speculation.”

“What is there to even speculate about? Maybe she just doesn’t like being out in public and constantly ridiculed!”

“Is that what it’s like?”

I opened my mouth, but snapped it shut, narrowing my eyes at him. “You were the one who wanted to go to sleep, Xander.” I closed my eyes and began to turn away from him when I heard him chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Leave alone,” I grumbled as I turned away from him, rustling my sleeping bag loudly just to be annoying.

“Fine,” he replied.

I lay there for a mont, opening my eyes to stare blankly at the wall. It was raining again, the sound of it reverberating through the room as it pounded against the tal roof.

Sleep was lost on , yet again. I knew Xander was still awake. He was facing my back, the two of us only inches away from each other.

I heard his sleeping bag rustle, and then the bed creaked as he moved closer to , effectively spooning himself around while zipped up in his sleeping bag.

It felt nice; I was willing to admit that. His warmth was penetrating my sleeping bag, warming from within. His arm ca around , pulling closer, as he nuzzled his face against the back of my head.

“You’re trying to annoy ,” I whispered.

“I’m just getting comfortable. There’s no room on here with the two of us unless we’re touching.”

He wasn’t wrong, but still....

I felt his chest rise and fall, then he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry about Jen. I know it hurt you.”

“It’s fine–”

“Not to .”

“We’re not together, Xander.”

“This feels pretty together to ,” he whispered into my hair.

I felt a rush of desire as his breath tickled my neck.

I wanted him. None of what had happened had changed that for . But I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t ant to be. Every ti we were alone together, like we were now, we were pulled apart by so catastrophe. It was a warning, at least to , that this wasn’t fate. Xander had put himself in my way, but we were both wrong about what we felt.

At least, I wanted to think that.

He kissed my neck, and I closed my eyes, tears welling in the corners and threatening to spill over my lashes. I was inches away from falling over the edge into love, and I hated it. This wasn’t in my plans.

“Lena,” he breathed against my skin, sending a ripple of gooseflesh up my arms. He wanted as much as I wanted him.

I’d said now or never once before. I had to make a choice.

I turned to him, and his hand ca up to caress the side of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled into a kiss.

I was a goner.

It was only a matter of monts before we were out of our sleeping bags. Xander was on top of , kissing deeply as his hands traveled the length of my sides, and hips.

I was sowhat distracted, however, by the nagging feeling that sothing bad was going to happen. What would it be this ti? Would the roof cave in? Would a flash flood wash the farm away? Would whatever creature that was lurking outside the boundary of the estate burst through the front door of the cottage?

“Lena?” Xander said against my lips, lowering himself on top of and resting between my legs.

“I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to push the doubt out of my mind as I reached up to run my fingers through his hair.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” he said before kissing my jaw, nudging my head to the side so he had access to my neck. “We’re fine.”

“Are you reading my mind?” I breathed, and he chuckled, planting a kiss behind my ear.

He sat up and reached down to pull my shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but this ti I didn’t cower away from his gaze as he looked down at . His cock was pressed against my thigh, and it twitched as his eyes raked over my breasts. He looked, for just a mont, like an animal, about to lose control.

He held my gaze as he placed his hands over my breasts. His hands were incredibly warm against my chilled skin, and I sighed a little at the pleasure of it. But the noise I made did sothing to him, urged him on. It was as much as an invitation to continue as I could give. I was totally lost in the mont, his touch sending over the edge into numbness, and bliss.

He toyed with my nipples, giving one of them a little flick. I sucked in my breath. It didn’t hurt, not at all. I actually quite liked it.

I especially liked when he took the sa nipple in his mouth; sucking, and running his tongue over the tip. A rush of warmth traveled down my belly, settling between my legs as I let out a little whimper.

He had out of my pajama bottoms in an instant, leaving totally exposed to him. He said nothing as he bent to kiss , his parting my mouth with his tongue. I opened up to him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer as the kiss intensified.

His hand was resting on my thigh, squeezing on occasion as he lted into our kiss. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, but I desperately wanted to touch him. I was aching to run my fingertips over his chest.

I jumped a little when his hand slid between my legs.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, kissing deeply as he slid his finger through the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed as I moaned against his lips. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I panted, my breathing in my throat as he continued to play with , his fingers pushing closer and closer to climax.

He was leaning over , propped up on one elbow as his fingers began to move in and out of . I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for release, but he only smiled and nipped my earlobe.

“We’re in no rush–”

“Please, Xander,” I pleaded, arching my back and further opening myself to his touch.

He stopped long enough to take off his pants, his hard cock straining against my thigh as he continued to rcilessly tease .

I could feel sweat beading along my hairline as my desperation peaked.

“This might hurt,” he whispered, then kissed full and long, his forehead pressing into my as he positioned himself.

I said nothing. He kissed my temple, his fingers tangling in my hair as the head of his cock pressed against my folds. I had my eyes closed. My mouth was slightly ajar as I sucked in my breath when he pushed past the barrier, slowly, gently, taking his ti.

“Lena, you’re shaking,” he breathed against my cheek.

I tried to nod, but I was suddenly overwheld by a jolt of pain as he pulled out of , and then eased himself back in.

“I’m alright,” I panted, looking up at him.

He was looking into my eyes, watching as he pushed further, widening and filling up with his width. He gave one final slow, deliberate thrust, and then I was his.

I cried out, clutching his arms as he drew in his breath. The pain ebbed away as he began to move again, replaced by a fullness I hadn’t expected.

I could tell he was holding back, trying to be as gentle as possible. His shoulders were rigid with tension as he gripped the pillow under my head with one hand, the other holding himself over . I laid beneath him, holding onto his shoulders as he inched deeper and deeper inside of . Feeling him inside was doing sothing to my body. Every movent he made was sending ripples of warmth through my core.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a desperate whisper, lowering himself enough to rest his forehead against mine. He thrust into with more enthusiasm, and it caught off guard. Instead of pain, however, I felt my muscles tighten, and my hands ca down to grip his sides as I tried to pull him deeper.

He groaned, shaking his head as his mouth t mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. He began to move in and out of with vigor as he lowered himself on top of , his arms embracing and holding close.

I brought one of my legs up, and rested my heel on his back. He growled low in his throat, nipping on the ear as he began to absolutely ravage . I was unaware of the pain at that point. All I could feel was him. He cupped my ass with one hand, driving as deep as he could possibly go, and sent right over the edge into absolute ecstasy.

“Xander!” I cried, my nails digging into his skin as he drove into again and again.

“Co for ,” he commanded, panting as he rocked his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!” He gritted his teeth, breathing heavy as we both reached the climax at the exact sa ti.

I was in a haze as he pulled out and nearly collapsed on top of . He wrapped his arms around , then flipped us over so I was laying in the crook of his shoulder instead of beneath him. We laid like that for a long ti, the only sounds in the room were our thundering heartbeats and heavy breaths.

“Did I hurt you?” he finally asked.

“No,” I whispered. My body felt numb, fatigue creeping up my legs as I lted into him.

“It gets better,” he breathed, his fingers tracing a circle on my hip bone.

I closed my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his heart.