Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 20 : Close Your Eyes

*Soren*

I waited for Mila to answer. She seemed at a loss for words and unable to provide me with an answer. I pursed my

lips and sipped my wine.

There was no reason for me to give her a hard time. I didn't even know why I was doing it. I'd already resigned

myself to helping her. I was just curious to see how far she was willing to go with this.

Mila sighed and raised her glass to her lips. In one large gulp, she drank all her wine.

I stared at her.

She gasped and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Already, her cheeks turned red and her eyes glassy.

“You should help me because now, we are in the same boat," she said.

“Are we? I don't think our situations are similar. Those bounty hunters could give a crap about me but they are after

you," I pointed out, smirking at her.

“It's not lost on me that you are a powerful leader. When you took care of those Norwind raiders that came to your

inn, it was easy for you. They were flies in a barn, nothing life-threatening, just bothersome," she said.

“And what does that have to do with you?" I pressed.

“They are a big deal for me," she said, shrugging.

I chuckled. “Doesn't that mean we are not in the same boat? It sounds to me like we are in very different positions."

Curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see how Mila was going to turn this around and where she was going

with her train of thought. She seemed to have a direction but I wasn't sure.

It could have been the wine talking.

The girl smirked and gave me a coy look. She teetered back and forth slightly. I could tell she wasn't drunk, but she

was definitely feeling the wine.

“But they want me alive. You… they don't need you alive. So, I can always outrun them but if they get to be too

much for me, I can find my way back to you, leading them along with me," she said. She giggled and pointed a

slender finger at me.

I stared at her finger and waited to see if she had anything else to add.

“You'll never be able to go back to your peaceful and secluded life until I am able to have a peaceful and secluded

life," she continued.

Sniffing, I looked away from her. I hadn't expected her to behave so childishly. Trying to tell me that she'd make my

life miserable if I didn't help her.

Groaning, I glared at her. “Are you threatening me?"

Mila met my gaze bravely and shrugged one shoulder. “Sort of. It's not like it would be a real threat to you since you

could always take them out easily."

I almost laughed at her adorable rationalization. It must have been the wine that made her boldly admit that she

was “sort of" threatening me.

I looked her over and thought about what she said. Mila was nothing like Rosalie. She was bold, courageous, and

sharp. It was a challenge just to have a conversation with her.

That first night I'd met her, I shouldn't have mistaken her for Rosalie. I might have been drunk but I could still

remember thinking how forward and responsive this “Rosalie" was to my touch and her own desires. That should

have been enough to convince me she wasn't Rosalie.

And once again, I was shocked by their differences when from certain angles, they looked so much alike.

“If I agree to this, what's in it for me?" I asked.

“Oh, I've got a few ideas," Mila said. Her eyes closed halfway and she gave me a seductive, smoldering look.

Heat shot straight into my groin and I sipped my wine quickly. Was that because I was thinking about Rosalie and

the first night I'd encountered Mila? I did remember that night fondly, even if she couldn't.

“I don't make deals without knowing the return. So, how are you going to repay me? Keep in mind, I've already

saved your life twice." I added.

“I repaid you for helping me through the Trial of Black Fire," she pointed out, smiling a little clumsily.

“Ahh, that's right. You did. So, what is a fair price for the second life saving and helping you against your foes?" I

asked.

Mila didn't know it, but I was still carrying that ring around in my pocket. I thought it might come in handy if I

needed help tracking her down once coming to Miltern. So far, I hadn't needed to resort to using it.

Sighing, Mila leaned a little closer to me. She licked her lips slowly and caught my gaze with her hooded, sultry eyes.

Deliberately, she bit her lower lip and I couldn't look away.

I was captivated by her stare and the way she knew exactly what expressions and gestures to make to keep me

hooked.

My skin warmed and my pants tightened in response to her antics.

She sniffed as she leaned closer and her mouth slackened as she panted slightly.

I smirked, still staring deeply at her.

In the dim light, the shadows on her face enhanced the brightness of her eyes and the glossiness of her lips.

She rested a hand on the couch cushion and leaned in closer, her warm, sweet breath mingling with mine.

“How about, I trade my body for your help," she suggested.

I raised my eyebrows. Again, her boldness was unexpected. I kept thinking of her like Rosalie and she would never

be so forward. But Mila was, and I couldn't deny being intrigued by it.

Her sweet, amber scent tingled in my nose and I swallowed the saliva that built up in my mouth.

When she licked her lips again, slowly, my eyes latched onto her tongue.

Her rosy cheeks made her look so adorable, which contrasted pleasantly with her beauty.

I clenched my fists, my pants getting even tighter. It was impossible to hide my erection and she knew exactly what

she was doing to me.

Growling, I scooped Mila into my arms and carried her to the bed.

She gasped and wrapped her arm around my neck. Her skin was warm and smooth against mine, her body soft.

She pressed against me, open and willing.

The mood was right and if she was going to offer herself, after getting me so worked up, I wasn't going to refuse.

As soon as I laid her down, Mila pulled at the hem of my shirt. She was clumsy and the shirt caught on my chin as

she pulled it off.

“Slow down," I said, chuckling.

She frowned at me. “I just want to make good on my offer," she said. She slid her hand between my legs and

rubbed the inside of my thigh.

I smirked. “First time, my little virgin?" I asked her.

She laughed nervously and suddenly looked very sheepish.

Of course, I knew it wasn't her first time. She'd come to me, poisoned and drugged, and begged me to take her.

But she couldn't remember that, so she was just as inexperienced as if this was her first time.

Sighing, I took her wrist and pulled her hand away. I'd be enjoying her body, but I wasn't going to leave her wanting.

Mila creased her brow as I grabbed her other wrist. I held them firmly and knelt on the bed, forcing her to lie back.

Kneeling between her legs, I pinned her arms to the mattress.

“Allow me," I said.

Mila swallowed hard and nodded.

Leaning in, I kissed her lips. She responded immediately, kissing me back.

Releasing her wrists, I cupped her breasts over the sundress and gently massaged them. I moved my mouth to her

neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.

Mila panted and tangled her hands in my hair. She writhed around beneath me.

Chuckling, I ran my hands down her sides. Slowly, I pulled her dress up, revealing the full expanse of her legs. I

caressed her thighs. Her warm skin trembled under my touch.

Mila gasped as I caressed her hips and her stomach. I moved my hands up her body, lifting her dress until I could

push it over her head completely.

Immediately, she crossed her arms over her chest, covering herself.

“Uh-uh. None of that," I said huskily. I grabbed her wrists again and held her arms to the side.

My eyes roamed over her body, drinking in the globes of her breasts, her flat stomach, and the lines of her hips.

A shiver ran through her and I licked my lips. I felt like I hadn't had a drink in weeks and she was a cool splash of

water.

I looked into her eyes and she blushed. The crimson color spread from her cheeks down her neck and covered her

chest.

“You have nothing to be shy about," I assured her.

Still holding her wrists, I bent my head and stuck out my tongue. I pushed against her pink n****e with the tip of my

tongue and she gasped. Her back arched slightly.

My grip tightened on her wrists and I closed my mouth around her n****e. I sucked on her puckered flesh and rolled

my tongue around it.

Mila moaned and my c**k ached for release.

I suppressed my own desires for the moment, focusing on her. I wanted to make up for the last time, even if she

didn't remember it.

I moved my mouth to her other breast, repeated the sucking action on her n****e until they were both tightened

into little buds.

Again, I let go of her wrists and I brushed my fingers up and down her sides. She shuddered and squirmed, panting

in pleasure.

I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. I moved my hands to her hips and squeezed, slowly coaxing her legs

apart to release her scent into the room.

I kissed between Mila's breasts and then lower against her stomach. I placed another kiss on her navel, then at the

apex of her hip.

Mila lifted her hips off the bed, gasping and panting as I mirrored the kiss on her right side. I wanted to shower her

with appreciation. And, more surprisingly, I realized that I wanted to keep her all to myself and protect her from the

world.

Kissing her navel again, I slipped my tongue into her belly button and swirled it in a slow circle.

Mila moaned loudly and twisted beneath me.

My erection twinged, desperate to feel her clenching around me. I groaned, running my hands up her sides and my

tongue up the center line of her torso.

Her eyes were half closed and she looked drunk on pleasure.

I cupped her breasts again, massing and kneading them generously as I kissed her lips. I pushed my tongue into

her mouth and she met it with hers.

Sighing, I pulled back.

“Close your eyes," I whispered.