Page 16 of Lycan King's Captives
His hands travel back up my legs as his tongue continues to explore my body. A soft moan escapes my lips as pleasure rushes through me. My body trembles in anticipation as his hands grip my hips. He plunges his tongue inside me, and I gasp, my back arching as I revel in the sensation. My body quivers as the pleasure builds until I’m on the brink of bliss. His lips curl into a satisfied smile, and he suddenly pulls away, leaving me trembling and wanting more.
I reach for his pants, and he smirks, watching me struggle with the bond and pulling his pants down since I have no idea what I am doing. I just know I want him, need him. Some baser instinct I know isn’t human taking over me, and suddenly the tips of my fingers burn violently, making me cry out. Blood stains them when suddenly I feel my fingers cut through his flesh. He hisses, pushing them down for me, when I realize why my fingers burn, my blood staining his abs and pubic line.
I blink at my fingertips, seeing sharp claws have pushed out of my nail beds. That fascinates me for half a second when he releases himself. His cock is huge. Then again, I haven’t seen one hard before.
Some thought slivers through my head, telling me I should ask him to go slow. My body has other ideas and is acting on its own because I’m reaching for him, despite not knowing what to do with him. Xandros is quick to grip my wrists, shoving me back on the bed before crawling between my legs, my hands trapped in one of his.
“I would like my cock to remain attached to me, at least until you learn to control that,” he purrs against my lips before kissing me.
His body presses me further into the mattress with his weight. His hands roam my body, exploring and teasing me with every touch. I can feel my desire building, growing intensely until it threatens to consume me. My desire to touch him back also makes me whine in frustration. However, he holds me in place before moving a hand between our bodies and positioning himself at my entrance.
I gasp at the sensation when he suddenly thrusts himself inside me in one hard motion. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I forget how to breathe. Pain, as I’ve never felt before, slivers through me as warmth coats my thighs. It hurts... it hurts is all my brain can conjure. I can’t see past the blinding pain tearing through me as he continues to move. He thrusts inside me harshly with no reprieve, not allowing me to get used to the feeling, to allow me to stretch around him. No amount of tingles or bond can mask the pain I feel.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans against my shoulder while tears slide down my face. I want to tell him to stop, that I am choking on air. “And wet...” he murmurs when he pulls back slightly to kiss me, only he jerks away instantly. “Sienna?” he questions while I blink back tears. He peers down at me for a second and then suddenly rips himself out of me.
“You’re a fucking virgin?” he snarls, his words sounding shocked and angry. Sitting up slightly, I see my thighs and the bed drenched in blood, and so is he. I briefly wonder if I got my period spontaneously because the bed is soaked; there is so much. The pain as I move is proof that he just tore me. “Shh, it’s fine. I… I will fix it. I can make the pain go away. My blood and saliva can heal you,” Xandros murmurs, crawling back onto the bed.
My virginity? He can’t fix that now that he’s taken it. “Shh, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? Fuck!” he curses, sucking on his fingers.
“You never asked.” I whimper when his fingers skim across my core. I cringe at the pain, but the tingles return, lessening until the pain fades completely. I blink at him.
“Yeah, since you worked for Mal. I just assumed you were one of his whores.”
Did he just call me… His words burn me.
My stomach sinks at his words. He basically called me a slut. He seems to realize what he said because he tries to correct his choice of words. However, now it is too late because I slap him.
I gasp at what I did. My newly found claws, which I hadn’t realized weren’t retracted, slash down his face. Blood sprays across mine. The noise that leaves him makes my eyes widen, and I freeze beneath it.
His growl is threatening and predatory. It sends ice-cold chills down my spine when his face twists in his rage, his hand finds my hair, and I cry out when he rips my hair out jerking my head to the side. His canines extend, and he looks savage as he partially shifts.
“You were warned about pushing me,” he snarls, then sinks his teeth into my neck. My voice becomes hoarse as I scream. The sound tearing out of me burns my throat violently until the noise is barely a rasp. His teeth sink so deeply into my neck they carve into my bones, drilling into me, while black flecks flit through my vision until eventually stealing it completely when I pass out.
7
I awaken to a world of pain, my body aching as if I’ve been put through a grinder. Every muscle protests as I try to move, and I remember the events of the night before, the way Xandros’ face loomed above me when I slapped him. The fear I felt in that moment when his face twisted in anger.
As I try to move, I realize something has changed. The pain is bearable, almost dull in comparison to what it was before. He must have healed me somewhat because the throbbing between my legs and burning pain is no longer there. He also put a shirt on me, covering my naked body. Pinching the neck of the shirt, it is saturated with his manly addictive scent.
As I lay there, my mind races. Where has my mate gone? How will I survive this man as my mate? My world feels like it has spiraled out of control overnight, and now I have awoken into an alternative narrative, an alternate version of my life.
These questions are quickly pushed aside as the bathroom door opens. Xandros steps out, making me sit up abruptly, not wanting to be caught off guard around this man, this predator, and that is exactly what he is.
As I take him in, I find myself caught between captivated and petrified.
His body glistens from the shower, his muscles rippling with every movement. This man is all muscle, hard, and perfectly sculpted; it just adds to the allure of him and the primal instinct that screams at me to run, warning me he could so easily end me.
I find myself unable to tear my gaze from him, like a moth to a flame as his presence consumes me. Despite knowing I’ll be burned, I know I would still walk into the flame just to be near him. It’s an instinct that washes through me, which I relish and loathe. How one person can hold so much power over another should be illegal; the mate bond growing stronger the more I am around him makes me nervous.
One part of me knows he’ll be my undoing. That my blood will stain his hands like ink by the time he’s done with me. Another voice screams out for him, telling me that death would be a small price to pay for feeling those hands wrap around me like a warm embrace.
He leans against the door frame, watching me, and I can feel his presence. The intensity of his gaze, as he studies me while using another towel to dry himself.
“You’re awake, finally,” he states, his voice low and laced with a dominance that intimidates me to no end. I nod my head once, tearing my gaze away from him.
He steps toward me, and my breathing becomes harsher as he stops in front of me. His fingers brushing against the bite mark on my neck, and I can feel my heart racing as he continues to speak. Using his finger to tilt my chin up, he forces me to meet his cold hard gaze.
“This will not happen again, Sienna. You must learn to obey if you ever want out of this room. Do you understand?” I nod hesitantly, my mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Xandros is a dangerous man, and I know I need to be careful around him. Another part of me is equally defiant to him. Refusing to bow down to him, another war I can’t seem to win. Logic says shut your mouth, unfortunately that isn’t what happens.
