Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Finally With Her

**Soren‘s POV

The sound of Rosalie‘s piano playing drifted into the foyer as I stood near the door, listening in.

My hand was on the parlor door, my head leaning in, and my eyes closed, taking in the lovely sound of music that filled my home and made it seem alive with joy in a way it hadn‘t in years.

She was so much more than I‘d given her credit for when this plan had come to mind.

Opening my eyes, I entered the parlor to see her sitting there. She was wearing a flowing white gown, her reddish– brown hair pinned up off of her elegant neck as her fingers masterfully flew over the keys.

I observed her from afar for a moment until she looked over her shoulder and saw me, a bright smile gr eeting me.

Warmth filled my heart, and I wanted to go to her; but I also didn‘t want to interrupt her music.

“Sing for me, angel,” I said, and she obliged.

Her melodic voice intertwined with the soft tones of the keys. I went to a large, cushiony chair near the piano and sat down, kicking my shoes off and making myself comfortable.

In a few moments, my eyelids grew tired, and I began to drift off. I wanted so badly to stay awake and enjoy the show that she was presenting just for me, but I wasn‘t able to keep my eyes open, and eventually, I let the lullaby sen d me into a state of relaxation.

A few moments later, I realized that the music had stopped. I looked up to see Rosalie standing over me, a thin, blue blanket in her hands.

The way she was standing, leaning over me, I could see down the front of her white gown. Her breasts were so round, and the way they peeked over the top of her dress made me want to move the straps d own over her arms and pull her to my lips.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip and kept my hands on the arms of my chair.

I had managed to stay just friends with her for so long, but now, with her hovering over me, the light illuminating her from behind, I didn‘t know how much longer I could hold back.

“I thought you were asleep,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper as her lip twisted between her teeth.

She was looking at me differently, her hooded eyes giving me the idea that perhaps she was also having thoughts that now was the time to move our friendship beyond what it has been before.

I moved forward in the chair, feeling myself harden just looking at her.

“I was dozing off,” I admitted. “But… I sensed you coming near me.”

“I didn‘t mean to wake you,” she said. But she was still leaning over me, her hands resting near mine on the armrests, her ample breasts spilling out of the fabric of her dress and calling to me.

“I’m glad you did,” I admitted, and she smiled at me.

That was it for me. When she flashed that seductive grin in my direction, I could no longer control myse lt.

Hooped my arm around her hips and pulled her close to me, slowly at first, waiting to see how she would react.

Her eves widened, but she didn‘t refuse me. So I pulled her closer. Rosalie let out a small sigh of surprise. but she pulled her d ress up high enough that she could place one knee on either side of me.

When I settled my hands on her waist and stared up at those luscious lips I‘d been longing to taste for so long, I could tell she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

I ran my hands up her sides, stopping just short of her breasts. I stretched up to meet her as she leane d down, and our mouths finally connected.

Her warm breath fanned across my skin as my tongue ran along her bottom lip. I probed between her t eeth, urging her to open, which she did. Our tongues danced together, like old familiar partners that had been longing to be together again for so long.

She tasted of strawberries and mint, and I wanted more. I pulled her closer to me with one hand as the other ran up her body, sliding over the side of her breast, my thumb searching for her hardened peak b eneath her gown.

Her fingers slid up my chest, and then she began to unbutton my shirt. I wanted her hands on my skin, but I also wanted to get her gown off of her as quickly as possible. I had been patient long enough.

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My fingers traced her arm as I reached up and pulled down the strap of her gown, freeing one breast and nearly freeing

the other. Immediately, my hand moved to work over the hardened surface, my palm rubbing against h er most sensitive area as she moaned into my mouth.

Pulling away, Rosalie said, “Oh, Soren. Oh, goddess,” and began to grind against me.

We were wearing too many clothes.

I reached around and yanked her zipper down as she finished unbuttoning my shirt and moved on to my pants. With her dress unzipped, she stood and stepped out of the gown, her mouth only leaving mine for a moment, her shoes falling away when she came back to me, only her thin, silky panties between u s.

IĶnew they were soaking wet with her want, but I needed to touch them, so I slid my hand between her thighs and rubbed her through the fabric until she bucked against my hand.

I needed my pants out of the way.

Rosalie grabbed hold of my waistband and yanked my pants and boxers down, freeing me. When her hand

gripped my length, I gasped in pure pleasure.

Cupping her a**, I pulled her back to me, sliding her panties down and taking her in.

She was every bit as beautiful as I had imagined she would be. She was biting her bottom lip as she looked down at me, her hands on my shoulders.

I couldn‘t believe we were finally going to be together after all of this time,

Rosalie straddled me again and positioned herself so that she could lower straight down onto me and take me inside of her…..

With Rosalie poised on top of me, I suddenly smelled a strange scent– that same skunky wolf scent I had been noticing lately,

My eyes turned toward the window, and I saw a familiar face staring at me from outside.

I couldn‘t believe my eyes.

Was that… Ethan? What the h*ll was he doing here?

“Soren?” Rosalie asked, wanting to continue with our lovemaking,

But how could I continue with Ethan standing there, watching us?

“Soren!”

She was shaking my shoulders violently now, but my c*ck still wasn‘t inside of her, and I didn‘t know wh at was going on

“Soren! Soren!”

I opened my eyes and realized I was in my bed at home.

Rosalie was not in my room.

It was Thomas.

Thankfully… he was dressed.

I pulled my blanket over my head.

“What the h+ll do you want?” I asked.

“You told me to wake you up at nine, and it‘s nine.”

Silently cursing his name, I told Thomas, “Thank you. Now, get the h*ll out of my room,” and waited for him to shut the door before I even moved.

Thad an enormous h**d–on, and I wasn‘t getting out of that bed for a few minutes until it went away.

“It was just a dream,” I muttered to myself. “Just a f*cking dream.”

It had seemed so real, though.

Had I wanted it to be real?

I really didn‘t have to ask that question. Of course, I had wanted it to be real. Rosalie was a beautiful wo wouldn‘t want her?

In my dream, I hadn‘t paid any attention to her pregnant belly, but in real life, it would be difficult to mane that. If I was honest with myself, though, I would probably find a way given the opportunity.

That didn‘t mean I had feelings for her, though. That just meant I wanted to f*ck her.

So what?

And why was Ethan in my dream?

That was another important question. In my dream, I had associated him with that smell I‘d been noticing lately. Was that just my subconscious attac

Or was my mind trying to tell me something?

Thinking about Ethan made my anatomical problem go away, and I got up, got dressed, and went down

Straightening my cufflinks, I sat down at the conference table and started going through our normal everyday business. When we were through all of the usual business we had to discuss, I asked

“What about Ethan?” The question hung in the air for a moment. “Is there any news of his activities?”

Jonathan, the man I‘d put in charge of gathering information about Ethan‘s activities, cleared his throat and said, “There‘s little to report, sir. Our latest information tel received Ethan s insignia ring. We suppose that means they will be moving forward with the wedding. O

“I know about the ring,” I said, trying not to lose my temper that my subordinate was reporting something sure there‘s nothing else?”

I wanted to know how Ethan was handling the war. Or how he was handling Rosalie‘s… disappearance.

“No, nothing.” Jonathan replied.

Turning to Thomas, I asked another question. “What about the security of the island here?”

Thomas‘s eyebrows raised. “What about it, sir?”

“You‘re sure this island is as secure as possible? We have no reason to believe that it has been… breac Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“No, sir. Everything is operating as usual here. Is there a reason that you are asking?” I cleared my throat, thinking about that smell I‘d been noticing around Rosalie‘s cottage and my dream.

“No, no reason,” I said.

But I wasn‘t sure.