Page 17 of Lycan King's Captives
“You can’t keep me locked in this room forever!” I snarl. His grip on my face turns painful, and his gaze flickers, eyes turning black, he laughs, a deep rumbling laugh that sends shivers down my spine.
“Oh, but I can, Sienna,” he says, his voice dripping with an underlying warning, daring me to disobey him. “You’re mine now, and you will obey me. It’s safer for you if you do.” His words linger in my mind as he lets me go and walks to the closet, tossing some clothes on the bed. I can only stare at them, my mind racing with confusion and anticipation.
“Last chance, Sienna. You disobey me, and you will never leave this room again. Now get dressed. I have to head to the city,” Xandros says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. I nod slowly, knowing I’m now trapped in a world of his making, a world full of both pleasure and pain. Once I’m dressed, Xandros seizes my arm, his grip is unrelenting, like he thinks I will dare try to outrun him.
As we make our way toward the sleek, black car waiting outside, I can feel the tension between us growing, electric and palpable. Xandros opens the door, gesturing for me to enter first, I hesitantly slide in, feeling the rich leather beneath me. He follows, and I move as far to the other side as the car will allow. Xandros growls, making me glance at him nervously.
He points to the seat beside him, wanting me closer; I stare at the middle seat, not really wanting to be closer to him. His mood sets me on edge, knowing I stand no chance with his proximity so close and his scent muddling my thoughts. My refusal annoys him because he pulls me onto his lap, his arm wrapping around my waist, holding me firmly against his chest.
“Drive,” he orders the driver, his voice dark and commanding. Xandros sweeps my hair over one shoulder, leaning so close his breath on my neck makes me shiver.
“Listen closely, Sienna,” he warns, his hand beginning to roam over my body before it grabs my hip in a punishing grip. “In the city, if you try to run, I’ll hunt you down and make you regret it.” I swallow at his words.
“And if you embarrass me by causing a scene, I’ll put you on display over my knee and spank you for the entire world to see.” I shiver, knowing they aren’t idle threats. Would it kill him not to threaten me for once? Not show me how powerless I am against him?
“Am I clear, Sienna?” he asks.
“Crystal,” I breathe when his tone shifts, promising dark things. “Good girl,” he purrs, his grip on my hip loosening when he presses his lips against my shoulder.
“However, if you behave and abide by my rules, you’ll be rewarded,” he adds.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
His hand roams over my body, making me gasp as he takes his time exploring every curve and contour. His breath is hot on my neck as he purrs, “You’ll find out soon enough.” His fingertips ghost over the skin beneath my shirt, making me gasp before he slips his hand into my pants and cups my pussy. My eyes instantly dart to the driver, yet his eyes are focused on the road.
“Will you behave for me, Sienna,”
I chew my lip, refusing to answer.
My heart pounds against my chest when he squeezes me, earning a startled noise from me as sparks flood me. His fingers tease my slit when his fingertips circle my clit. I slam my legs shut on his hand, only to feel the vibration of his purr against my back. His nose trails along my shoulder and neck to the back of my ear. “Open your legs for me.” I shake my head. Does he not see the driver sitting right there?
“Don’t make me tell you again, Sienna.” I turn my face toward his, his gaze dark, promising me I won’t like the consequences if he has to repeat himself. So reluctantly, I do, which he takes advantage of straight away by shoving his finger inside.
Before the shocked noise of his actions can escape me, his lips cover mine, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth and stealing my breath. At the same time, his fingers continue to tease and torment me, dragging me closer to the edge. My hips move against his hand, unable to control the urge, my surroundings disappearing as my mind is consumed with the sensation he is building.
“See, being mine isn’t so bad after all, is it?” he purrs against my lips. I nod hesitantly. My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and sensations. He chuckles darkly as he brings me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Just as I reach the brink, he withdraws, leaving me desperate and wanting.
“Now behave,” he orders. “And when we leave, I may just finish what I started.”
The door opens, and Xandros helps me out of the car, his arm still around my waist. As we walk into the city together, I feel I’m being led into the unknown, with Xandros controlling my every move. I can feel the weight of his possessiveness, and I know I’m in danger.
In spite of the danger and fear surrounding him, my body craves his touch, despite the consequences. It’s a terrifying and intoxicating realization, and as we navigate the bustling streets, I’m left to ponder my fate. My body aches from the pleasure he’s shown me.
As we make our way through the bustling streets, I am completely overwhelmed by the sensory overload surrounding me. Everything feels foreign and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the life I once knew. Xandros leads me into a grandiose restaurant. The atmosphere is opulent and sophisticated, a world away from the pub where I used to work.
A poised and elegant waitress approaches us, her eyes lighting up with recognition when she sees Xandros. “Good afternoon, Your Highness,” she greets him with a graceful bow, and then, turning her attention to me, she asks, “How is Queen Carina?”
I stiffen at the mention of his wife, feeling small and insignificant, like nothing more than a dirty mistress. Xandros, however, snatches the menu from the waitress’s hand and replies in a cold, uninterested tone, “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
The waitress chuckles nervously, her gaze finally landing on me. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you with the king,” she says, her eyes lingering on my neck for a moment too long. I can sense she is a vampire, and it sends shivers down my spine.
“Apologies, King Xandros, I didn’t mean to be rude to your... friend,” the waitress stammers, her gaze shifting between Xandros and me. Xandros’s eyes snap to mine, and I try to shrink myself in my seat. I am embarrassed and hurt by his apparent reluctance to acknowledge our bond.
“She’s not my friend,” he says slowly, his eyes piercing me instantly when my gaze snaps back to his. His expression is arrogant as he adds, “She’s my mate.”
The waitress nods, a hint of fear in her eyes before dropping her gaze.
