Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 47 : Hello Young Lovers

*Lucas*

I stayed on the beach after Sasha and I argued. I couldn't bear to be there when she got her wolf. If we found out

she wasn't my mate, it would kill me. I didn't want to be there for that.

As the stars twinkled on the water, the moon reflected with them like a second sky. I stared out at the beauty of it

all and prayed to the Moon Goddess, the White Queen, hell, even Lycaon that Sasha was my mate.

A white flutter caught my eye, and I looked in the direction of the party.

Sasha was descending, alone, in the white dress I'd been threatened within an inch of my life about tearing off her.

Luna Alison and Joy could be very scary when they wanted to be.

When she got close enough that the mate bond throbbed in my chest, I knew I was a dead man–because that dress

was not going to survive the next fifteen minutes.

Sasha took off her shoes when she reached the beach, then ran over the sand to me. I swung her up in my arms

and kissed her, feeling the mate bond snap into place.

Her lips parted, and I deepened the kiss, sliding my hands under her thighs so she was straddling my waist as she

wrapped her arms around the back of my neck.

As I held her, I couldn't help but feel that the moon and stars had aligned just for us. Sasha was my everything, and

I was happy to finally claim her as mine. The way her body fit so perfectly against mine only reaffirmed what I

already knew in my heart.

Breaking away from the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes.

“Sasha baby," I murmured. “Can you feel it?"

“Yes," Sasha breathed. “And I should still smack you a good one for making it such a big deal. I would have chosen

you anyway."

“I'd rather be slapped by you every day than spend my life with anyone else," I confessed. “I love you. I love you,

Sasha, my princess."

“And don't you forget it," Sasha warned me.

As if that were possible. “Sasha baby?" I asked. “How attached are you to that dress?"

Sasha groaned. “I can't believe you're even asking. No matter what I say, the dress was toast the minute I stepped

foot on the beach."

“You're right." I knelt with her wrapped around me and then tipped us both down into the sand.

“You want to do it right here?" Sasha squeaked.

“I can't wait to go anywhere else. Besides, no one's watching. And even if they were, they'd understand," I said,

pushing up the skirt of the dress and destroying a pair of lacy white panties.

“Luna Alison is going to kill you," Sasha sighed, but she simply laid back in the sand as I made short work of her

bodice and bra, tearing both right down the middle.

“Worth it," I growled. I opened my pants and let my hardness spring free. “I hope you don't mind a little roughness,

'cuz this first time is gonna be hard and fast. I can't do it any other way."

Sasha smoothed her fingers through the longish hair at the top of my head and pulled me down for a searing kiss.

“I wouldn't have it any other way."

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*Sasha*

Lucas groaned against my lips and plunged his c**k inside me, gripping my hips so he went deep, so deep–maybe

deeper than he'd ever been before.

I strained up to meet him as he thrust over and over, hitting all the right places inside me. He knew my body. I knew

his. And together, we made beautiful love, desperately like this, or slowly like I knew we'd be doing later.

I didn't even need to ask if we'd be leaving this beach tonight. I just cradled his hips with my thighs and accepted

everything he had to give me. We weren't going anywhere for a long, long time.

“Lucas," I moaned when he put a hand next to my head for better leverage, letting his hips swing freely between

my legs. He used his other hand to fondle my breast, running his sandy thumb over my peaked n****e. The rough

texture was sheer heaven.

“You like that, Sasha baby?" Lucas grumbled, doing something positively sinful with his thumb.

“Mhm," I managed.

Then his mouth descended and he pulled my n****e between his teeth.

I whimpered and came hard, my inner muscles gripping at his c**k.

Lucas groaned around my n****e and found his own release.

I was not surprised that, although I felt his climax inside me, he didn't lose his hard-on.

“Are you going to mark me, Lucas?" I asked as he started again, hugging him to me as he lapped the bite he'd

made on my breast.

“Mm." Lucas thrust more slowly this time, making unhurried love to me. “Not tonight."

I rubbed my cheek against his, noting the rough stubble was almost like the sand beneath me. “Why not?"

“Shhh. We'll talk about it later. For now, I just want to love on you and make love to you," Lucas crooned.

I was bursting to know his reasoning, but I let it go for now, especially since what Lucas was doing to me was so

sinfully sweet.

His hips moved against mine at a slow pace, giving me a chance to feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out.

“I love you, Sasha baby," Lucas whispered.

Tears stung my eyes, and Lucas kissed my eyelids. “I hope those are happy tears."

“They are." I caught his lips and kissed him back.

“I love you, Sasha baby. I love you," Lucas whispered in my ear, and I came again, the words reaching me in places

his physical touch could not go.

Lucas came inside me again, then rolled us so he was on his back and I was splayed over his body. “Goddess, what

am I going to do, princess? I'm never going to get tired of this. There will never be anything more sublime than

being inside you, knowing you love me." He tipped his head down. “You still do, I hope," he teased.

I pretended to think about it and Lucas swatted me on the ass. “Ouch! Of course I do, you big dumb idiot."

“But I'm your big dumb i***t," Lucas reminded me.

“And you have no idea how happy that makes me," I said, snuggling into him.

It was a good thing we were in the tropics, because Lucas and I didn't have a blanket, and my dress was a thing of

the past. Lucas finished tearing it off of me while we laid there and tossed the rag it had become aside.

“So… I'm almost afraid to start talking about the future," Lucas began, running his hands up and down my back.

“But… I was hoping at least two kids?"

“If you keep coming inside me, that's going to happen sooner rather than later," I smiled.

Lucas sighed and scrubbed a sandy hand over his face, then winced at his mistake. “I really can't help myself."

“I know." I dusted my hands off to the side, then used my mostly-sand-free hands to wipe the sand off his face.

Lucas caught my hand and kissed my wrist, then linked our fingers and laid our joined hands over his heart. “We

have so much going on back home. I… I don't want to ruin your future. You're such a gifted engineer."

“You couldn't possibly ruin my future," I said, bopping him on the nose. “You worry too much."

Lucas nibbled my fingertips. “I think I worry just the right amount, actually."

“Hopefully. I know the orbs have you all in a twist," I replied.

“The orbs." Lucas rolled his eyes. “I can't believe there are two of them. TWO. Then we'll find the second one and

they'll tell us there's a third we need to find… by that time, Stone Hamline will be the Head Royal Engineer and

they'll have me designing garden sheds for his properties."

“That's very pessimistic, Lucas. Don't ruin my bliss," I warned him.

Lucas pouted at me. “I was just trying to be realistic."

“I've seen Stone Hamline's designs. He's never going to be Head Royal Engineer," I assured Lucas.

“I could still end up designing garden sheds," Lucas muttered.

I flicked his forehead and he yelped. “Killing my bliss. And they would be the most beautiful garden sheds ever

built."

Lucas rubbed his forehead and smiled at me. “Thanks for the vote of confidence."

“I'm always going to be confident in my man," I said loyally.

Lucas lowered his chin and kissed me. “I don't know what I'd do without you, honestly. Ever since I saw you in

Nostalgia, I haven't been able to imagine my life without you."

“Then mark me," I murmured, skimming my palm under his shirt.

Lucas wriggled out of his clothes in a series of coordinated moves that were rather impressive. While I rocked back

and forth, Lucas never tossed me back into the sand.

Then we were skin-to-skin and I ran my hands over him, everywhere I could reach. “Mark me," I asked again.

“String quartet. Doves. Fireworks," Lucas said.

I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. “Well, I suppose I could wait for something romantic like that."

“So impatient." His breath feathered my hair.

“I'm always impatient for you," I confessed. I also blushed, realizing what I was admitting to on more than one level.

“Really? I hadn't noticed," Lucas responded innocently.

I stuck out my tongue at him. “Yeah, well, you're the one who keeps ripping everything I own to get at me faster."

“Guilty," Lucas said unrepentantly.

“At this rate, when I take you to see my mother, I'm going to be completely naked," I grumbled.

“Fine by me," Lucas grinned.

I snorted. “You're incorrigible."

“You like me that way."

I felt him, hard and smooth against my thigh. I raised myself up a little just to look down at the state of him.

Lucas took this as an invitation to grip my hips and bring me down on his c**k so I was riding him.

I gasped in surprise but was soon moaning in pleasure as Lucas encouraged me to move my hips.

“Incorrigible," Lucas said, getting me in just the right position so he could lick my n*****s as I moved up and down

on his c**k.

I braced my hand on his shoulder, offering him my breast with the other.

Lucas latched on and did things with his tongue and teeth that made me beg, just beg him to bring me to orgasm.

His hand slid between my legs, and I was done for. I screamed his name.

Lucas came with a cry on the heels of my orgasm.

“Incorrigible," he panted, stroking a lock of hair behind my ear.

I collapsed on top of him, completely wrung out.

“I guess I am, too," I said.