Page 42 of Lycan King's Captives
It’s Xandros. He strides into the room, his eyes burning with a familiar desire. He advances, and I step back.
“No,” I say firmly, my voice shaking.
“Please, Xandros, not tonight!” I plead with him.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he uses the mate bond, his calling so strong I can’t resist him as he slides his hands up my arms.
“Why do you pretend you can fight our bond?” he purrs, his hands moving to the buttons of my blouse. Sometimes I wonder the same thing; it’s clear I have no say or control here.
I fight it as much as I can, despite it being pointless when eventually, I succumb, my body betraying me as I give in to his touch.
My body betrays me as his lips caress my neck. I try to turn away, but it feels like my feet are stuck to the carpet. All the doubts and fears just seem so far away at this moment.
The heat between us is unbearable, as Xandros slides his hands over every inch of my skin with passionate intensity until all fight leaves me entirely—my body craving his touch, whether I want it or not.
Xandros trails kisses down my throat before finally pressing his soft lips against mine. His mouth moves with determination, making sure there will be no chance of escape this time around.
His lips brush against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My mind screams no, but he wraps his arms around me, and I find myself molding into him, considering giving in to the feelings of pleasure that swirl throughout me. He moves us toward the bed without breaking contact with me and we fall onto it together in a tangled mess of arms and legs. His hungry kisses get more passionate as he takes control completely, leaving little room for resistance—yet I still try to pull away when his hands move up toward my chest. My hands move to his chest in an attempt to shove him off.
Xandros pins both hands above head as if reading my thoughts, stopping any movement on my part, apart from feeling every sensation he induces.
“I’m being gentle. Don’t make me become forceful, Sienna.” His words seem to whisper more than just a warning. They hold pure desire.
I close my eyes in surrender. “Good girl,” he whispers, and I feel him smiling against me as he increases the pace of his kisses, exploring every single inch of my skin with gentle caresses which is vastly different from the last few times when I felt used, like a toy. My body trembles under his touch as if eager for more pleasure that it can barely handle—my core pulsing with an overwhelming energy I never knew was possible before this moment.
As Xandros slides deep inside me, it’s like all time stops around us; each sensation is enhanced by the euphoria only a mate bond can bring forth, causing fireworks of ecstasy between us, until we tremble together.
With trembling fingers, I pull him closer to me, my eyes closed in bliss. Just when I’m about to reach the peak, Xandros pulls out of me, leaving me aching for more. I gasp in surprise and open my eyes.
My body is still trembling, and my heart is racing. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, only to be met with a sudden chill as ribbons of his semen coat my stomach. He stares down at me, his face serious and his voice firm.
It’s like he threw a bucket of ice over me. “Tomorrow, I will have a doctor send for you. You need birth control,” he tells me, leaving no room for argument.
“Sienna? Did you hear me? I can’t risk you getting pregnant. Hopefully, you’re not already. If you are, we’ll have to take care of it.” I stare blankly at the ceiling, his words sinking in. Does he truly feel none of the pain he causes me? The swift change in his demeanor gives me whiplash.
“Sienna?” he growls when I still don’t answer.
“I heard,” I answer, my voice sounding robotic.
I can feel the tears stinging my eyes, and I quickly blink them away, feeling used. I am nothing just some fuck toy to him. I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak. He leans down and kisses me softly, and then pulls away. He gets dressed in silence and exits the room without another word, leaving me alone in the aftermath. My body aches, and my heart feels heavier than ever. I feel used, discarded. As I lay there, my thoughts drift to Toby.
I will escape. For my sake, for my freedom, I have to.
My resolve hardens, as I drift off to sleep, I dream of a future outside these castle walls, a future where I’m free. Free to be with Toby. I just hope he can find us a way out.
My heartbeat is frantic against my ribs as I lift the phone to my ear. Every ring is a sharp stab of fear that someone will catch me. The door suddenly swings open, and I nearly drop the phone in alarm. My breath hitches as another maid steps into the room.
My heart is pounding as I turn to face the maid. I search her expression for anything untoward. All I see is sympathy as she quickly glances at the door.
“I was just calling down to service,” I lie.
“Any other maid, you better lie better than that,” she tells me, and I chew my lip wondering if she’ll snitch. She appears to be about my age.
“Calm down, I won’t tell. We maids gotta stick together,” she whispers.
“Besides, you’re friends with Toby, aren’t you?” she asks, her eyes gentle. The relief is so immense I can hardly speak, knowing this must be one of the maids Toby told me about. I nod, a lump forming in my throat. She nods back at me, a shared understanding passing between us. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll even help you, if I can. But Carina has called for you, you need to meet her in ten minutes.”
My shoulders slump with relief and gratitude at her kindness. Tears prick my eyes as she steps closer and takes the phone out of my hand. She begins dialing a number before handing it back to me with a reassuring smile on her face.
