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–"

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*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.

My stomach felt tight with nervous energy. What did I want from Lucas Black? Did I want him to be the one, my true

mate?

The idea that he wasn't made me feel sad to my bones, so I decided I must really want him to be it for me, as he

wanted me to be it for him.

Still, before I could say anything, the brute managed to infuriate me again.

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“You are not to use that orb, Sasha," Lucas said, ruthlessly using his body to persuade me.

“Not playing fair, again," I panted as he picked up the pace, bringing me to the edge, then slowing down, just to

start all over.

“Nope. I'm not. Promise me," Lucas ordered.

I swiveled my hips, turning the tables and making him groan. “I won't promise you that. You can't make me."

It was a losing battle, and Lucas knew it. I wasn't going to win. He wasn't going to win. But by the Goddess, we were

going to enjoy losing together.

I came when Lucas did, holding him tight as he shoved deep inside me and found his satisfaction.

Panting, Lucas stroked my hair, misty sweat on our bodies mingling as the ambient air cooled our fever.

“Still don't want you to use that orb," Lucas said.

I played with the wavy hair on top of his head. “Still going to."

Lucas growled. “You're impossible."

“You like that about me," I teased.

“Goddess help me, I think I might," Lucas muttered under his breath. He pulled out very carefully, as though

knowing I was sore, and cuddled me into his side. “You know we're going to keep fighting about this, right?"

“I know," I said.

“All the way to New Dianny," he continued.

“Yep."

“All the way to the Winter Forest," Lucas said.

I sat up slightly. “We're going to the Winter Forest?"

“There's no place like home," Lucas quipped.

“That's good. We can see what my mother knows about all of this."

“Have you talked to her yet?"

“No, this is a conversation that needs to happen face-to-face."

He nodded his agreement. “And maybe your mother will be able to talk sense into you."

I glared at him.

Lucas shrugged. “Someone has to. Now, we'll make sure you're packed by morning. Brady and Phoebe agreed to

come with us, for their safety. I got two cabins on the ship–"

“What if I want my own cabin?" I sniffed.

Lucas raised an eyebrow at me. “Tough. There were only two left."

“Then maybe Phoebe and I will bunk together," I suggested. “I'm still mad at you, you know."

“You can be mad at me while you're screaming my name," Lucas said.

I felt my cheeks get hot. “I don't scream."

“Oh, you scream. You think I was loud earlier...." Lucas chuckled.

“It's not very gentlemanly to point out things like that," I mumbled.

Lucas traced his fingers along the chain to my necklace, then played with the emerald. “Maybe you don't make me

think gentlemanly thoughts."

“One of those thoughts being keeping the orb under lock and key so I can't use it?" I grumped.

“That's one of the thoughts, yes," Lucas said.

I sighed and snuggled my cheek into his shoulder, throwing my arm across his abs as I got myself comfortable to

sleep with him. “Still mad at you," I responded. “Even though you do have feelings for me. And I...."

“Still mad at you, too. And you go ahead and think about your feelings. You don't have to have an answer for me

right now," Lucas said softly.

Ugh. If only the big dumb i***t would stop interrupting me....

“Fine," I replied and closed my eyes. “Just so you know, I won't be screaming your name again anytime soon."

“We'll see about that," Lucas said.