Semua Bab The Alpha King's Breeder: Bab 731 - Bab 740

Marianna“I don’t like this plan whatsoever,” Kenna says sharply, tapping her foot as she watches Blake gather what I think might just be random pieces of paper into a briefcase just to make it look like he’s busy. “No. Nope, Blake, I will not allow it.”“What, exactly, is the worst that can happen?” he asks, arching a brow. “She’s already cursed. She has, what, a few months before the healing drafts stop working, and she succumbs to the curse still in her system?” I try not to bristle at the ice in his tone, but Kenna isn’t affected in the slightest. She frowns deeply at him as Blake rounds his desk with his briefcase resting at his side, his dark brows still arched, his striking violet eyes shining an even deeper shade than usual. “You’ve been pestering me to tell my parents. So, I am. I’d like Marianna to be there when I do. Plus, they need to meet their grandchild.”“You’re going to spring this on them and abdicate your title in the same conversation?” She raises her brows, mimick

MariannaBlake’s tongue parts my folds before his mouth closes around me, sucking deep, and thousands of prickles of heat erupt through me, sweeping me into a kind of semi-consciousness that makes the room blur. My mind goes blissfully blank. It’s just me and him, nothing else. His groan of pleasure coils through my body, tightening every muscle. I tremble as he releases me, going back to gentle, exploratory licks, little nibbles, and by the time he presses two fingers inside of me, I’m drowning in him. I lift my hips from the bed, my knees spread wide, and cry out his name while my fingers tangle in his luscious dark hair. I come undone at the seams within seconds, and it’s so strong, so completely overpowering, that for a moment, I’m breathless, shaking and moaning without restraint. His lips press against the inside of my thigh. I feel his smile, feel his breathy exhale as he comes up for air, and… then he’s here, on top of me, his hands drifting under my shirt, his mouth sucking

MariannaMisty’s house looks homey and warm in the light of midmorning. Coffee scents the air as she moves around her kitchen, opening and shutting cabinets. I rest on one of the stools at the kitchen island, nursing a mug of coffee with cream and vanilla syrup she makes herself, while scanning the family pictures on the walls. Blake rushes back into the kitchen, dressed in sleek navy trousers and a light blue button down, a matching navy blue suit jacket completing the ensemble. He presses the quickest kiss to my temple before darting to the garage, his phone already pressed to his ear. Misty watches him go, smirking to herself, before she continues rummaging through her cupboards again. Blake drove me over here about twenty minutes ago. He changed his mind about me tagging along while he talked to his parents, and I can’t say I mind. I sigh deeply into my coffee, my stomach in knots for him and what the next day, next week, and next year might look like. “I have a friend coming o

BlakeIt’s late afternoon when we finally return to Moonrise. Marianna slumps in my arms as I spirit us directly into my suite, which is dark, the curtains pulled, and the blinds closed to the outside world. Rain pelts the windows. I lay Marianna in my bed, and she groans, blinking wearily up at me while her skin flushes a pale green. “How do you people travel like that without throwing up every time?” she rushes out, trembling. “Most of my family members do, in fact, throw up. You haven’t yet, so consider yourself one of the strong ones.”She’s limp with her eyes shut before I even finish the sentence. I walk through the fifth floor’s eastern wing of the palace, which I normally have to myself, when Leona comes rushing around a corner, nearly knocking me over. I grab her by the shoulders to steady her as she gasps in surprise. “Blake! I heard you were back, and she–”“She’s fine.” I slide the keys to my suite into her hand. “She’s lying down. Jumping here wasn’t easy on her.”“Ken

Marianna“I’m not rejecting you,” I rush out, clasping his hands. “Blake–”He slides his hands from mine and steps back, an unreadable expression shadowing the planes of his face. “Are you–”“Do you want me here? With you? Me and Skye? Is… is there something here for all of us, Blake, with you?”His lips part, but no sound comes out. He looks shocked–that mask of indifference slipping just a touch. “Can we have a life together?” I ask, my heart beginning to tremble. “We–”“Can you let me in, for real this time? Everything. I need–I have to see everything. You can’t hide anymore. I can’t be with just parts of you, Blake. I need it all. The good parts, the bad parts. The parts that scare you, that you think will scare me–”The magic coating the room quakes–an alert, I surmise, that someone is coming. Blake ignores it, his hands shaking slightly as he takes hold of my face and leans his forehead against mine. “I–I do want that,” he says with great effort. “But–”“But I’m not some fie