Page 15 of Lycan King's Captives
“What do you think you’re doing? Where do you think you were going to go, Sienna?” he growls.
Anywhere if it means away from him.
He grabs me. I shriek, and he lets me go instantly. His hot breath fans over my face, and I shrink back under his deadly gaze, too scared to answer him.
“Answer me!” he screams, shaking me.
“Why does it matter? You’re fucking married!” I scream back at him.
“I will not be some side whore. Fuck your stupid mate bond. I never asked for this! I never asked for you!” I yell at him before shoving him. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t budge a step, and it’s like pushing on a brick wall. Xandros growls, his eyes blazing furiously.
“And you think I did?” he snarls, his grip on my arms tightening as he pulls me from the wall and walks me backward. The backs of my knees hit the bed, and I topple backward. He climbs on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
“You think I wanted to be fated to a fucking human? To terminate my kingdom’s alliance for a mate bond!” he sneers. “I’m risking everything to be with you, and you’ve done nothing but fight me!” Does he not remember the part where he kidnapped me? Took me against my will.
I try to speak; however, my throat is too dry. I only manage a croak as tears begin streaming down my cheeks.
“I never asked for you either, Sienna, still I accepted you despite being engaged! You don’t get to run away from the mate bond when I can’t.”
“Then you should have let me die!” I spit at him.
He snarls and grips my neck firmly, his fingers pressing into my skin, and I can feel the heat emanating from his fingers as they tighten around my throat. His eyes blaze with fury as he speaks. His words drip with anger and something else.
“You think I want to feel this way? To want and need you? It wasn’t my intention to have you as a mate, but don’t believe for a second I will let you go.” He growls, moving so he is positioned between my legs, and he presses his weight down on me.
“Whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me,” he purrs, and his grip on my neck loosens, his hand moving down my chest to my breast.
“You can hate me all you want, but you won’t deny me. You were made for me,” he whispers, his eyes trailing down my body, his gaze hungry while mine is defiant.
“You are mine, Sienna,” he purrs. His hand squeezes my breast while his words send a shiver down my spine. He tears my top, ripping the fabric, and I gasp as realization dawns on me. I struggle against him, swinging at him. He catches my wrist, so I use the other hand, clawing at his face. However, he doesn’t budge or even make a noise as I scratch his face, drawing blood. Instead, he pins me to the bed, pressing his weight against me.
“Hate me all you want, Sienna.”
His breathing is heavy, and his grip on my arms tightens as he forces me to stay still. He leans closer, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.
“But every inch of you is mine,” he growls, and I feel the heat of his chest against my skin, and my stomach turns when he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, trapping them in one of his.
His other hand moves down my body, and he palms my breast when I feel his claws slip out, shredding my bra to pieces. The next second, his teeth sink into the soft skin of my breast, making me cry out at the pain. I thrash when he sucks on the spot, soothing it with his tongue.
“These are mine,” he snarls, his voice full of possessive hunger when his hand forces its way into my pants, and I buck beneath him, trying to toss him. His hand cups my pussy and sparks rush everywhere, like an electric current buzzing beneath my skin. He squeezes me, strengthening the tingling sensation. “And this?” He groans. When his fingers gently caress my slit, I shiver as he whispers, “Also mine.” I gasp, my head spinning with the sensation that explodes over every inch of me.
His touch is electric, and I can feel the mate bond that binds us together. His words no longer hold any sense of mystery, instead a truth I can feel deep in my bones. I finally understand what he means about mate bond and realize I am connected to him in a way I never imagined possible. Despite knowing it’s wrong, I suddenly crave his touch.
His fingers slide up and down my folds, making me moan. He teases my clit, tracing circles around it, and my body trembles with anticipation. “Do you still want to deny me?” he purrs.
His finger dips inside me, and I moan louder, my body quivering as my muscles clench around his finger. My back arches off the bed. His thumb rubs my clit, and I gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over me, his lips crash down on mine. His finger moves in and out of me faster as he increases pressure on my clit, then growls when my pants restrict him.
His lips pull away from mine as he stands suddenly, gripping the waistband of my pants. The warped fuzziness of the bond lifts like someone tossed icy water over me, making me come back to my senses when he rips my pants off, tossing them aside. My heart beats faster at what I was about to allow him to do when he unbuttons his shirt. With the haze lifted, I shiver, shuffling further onto the bed to get away from him. His command rolls over me, stealing the air from my lungs and paralyzing me.
“Remain where you are,” he commands, his voice turning into a purr as he rids his shirt.
My heart sputters frantically in my chest when I see him unzip his pants, only to kneel on the bed before me.
“Spread your legs.” I grit my teeth against his command. My hands fist the sheets as I fight it in vain. His hands grip my ankles, and sparks rush everywhere. The bond igniting from his touch burns as it sets me on fire.
“Open your legs,” he purrs, sliding his hands from my legs to my knees. His touch is featherlight and gives me goosebumps. When his warm tongue glides over my skin from my knee to my thigh, my legs fall open.
After a second, I no longer want to fight his touch. Instead, I crave it.
