Page 7 of Lycan King's Captives
I feel a shiver go up my spine as I meet his gaze, and I know I’m in trouble. He presses closer, and I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. He buries his face in my neck and groans lewdly, snapping me out of my dazed thoughts. Once I’m pulled in by his magnetic presence, I realize there’s no escape as his hand slips beneath the drenched shirt, clinging to me.
His lips softly brush against my ear, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. I close my eyes, knowing I’m completely at his mercy. I surrender to the magnetic pull between us. His touch is electric, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. His hands wander slowly over my body, sending sparks of desire through me that I don’t understand. My body is craving his touch, despite being petrified of him. My mind is going in two different directions when he climbs off me. The moment he does, the fog clouding my thoughts lifts, and I blink up at him to see him extend his hand to me. I stare at it for a second before placing my hand in his and allowing him to pull me to my feet.
His eyes watch me, the same way they did at Mal’s, drinking in my every feature, calculating my every move. I frantically search around for an escape route. I don’t find one. His intense gaze has me pinned in place, and I am unable to move. My heart races as I attempt to take a step back; his hand tightens around mine. “Whatever you’re thinking, I advise against it. You won’t escape me a second time,” he growls in warning, his tone turning icy cold as his eyes flash at me with the challenge. I swallow and nod. Not knowing how to respond, he lets my hand go, motioning for me to pass him.
Hesitantly I step around him, his eyes following me, and I glance at the door when my toes brush something. Peering down, I see my uncle, and I gasp, taking a step back. My eyes go to my hands that are drenched in his blood, and I blink. I killed someone; I killed my uncle, my own flesh and blood.
Warmth seeps into my back, and I tense, as the king’s chest presses against me. His breathing is hard when he dips his head next to my ear, his breath fanning my neck, and I fight back a shiver. His huge hands fall on my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh making me realize I’m only wearing a wet shirt and my underwear.
“Choice is yours, little mate. You can either come home with me or rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life. Which is it?” he purrs and tears brim in my eyes. I nod once, having no intention of picking either option. My heart beats like a drum in my chest. Knowing both my options end with the same conclusion: me dead.
He nudges me forward and I tear my gaze from my uncle, stepping over his body and creeping toward my bedroom door. The further away from the king I move, the dizzier I become and I sway slightly. His hand grips my arm to steady me and I shake my head.
“It’s just the effects of—” I don’t let him finish, seeing the floor below, I run, jumping over the top of the railing. I brace myself for the pain I expect to race up my legs when I land. I experience no sudden pain; nonetheless, it disappears upon hearing his laughter. The sound makes me peer up to see him peering over from the floor above.
“Don’t do it!” He chuckles darkly, and I glare at him.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I spit back at him. He smiles wickedly, showing his sharp teeth. I take a step back, and he takes a step forward. I know he’s not going to give up easily.
The king sighs heavily and shakes his head, moseying down the stairs. “Go on, then,” he waves dismissively, and my brows furrow. I needn’t be told twice when I hear the creak of a floorboard, making me pivot to glance in the living room. I see the man who interrupted us before, and he watches me carefully.
“Leave her,” the king orders, and the man folds his arms across his chest, nodding toward the door.
They’re letting me go? I dart my eyes to it and back to the man when I hear the king’s footsteps coming down behind me on the stairs.
So I run, grabbing the door handle, and bursting out into fresh air, the coldness of it blasting my face. I stagger forward, enjoying the cooling sensation, when I hear the king’s voice.
“Find out everything you can about her,” he tells the man. I peer over my shoulder, and he seems unfazed by me, trying to escape as he talks with ease. Something tells me that should worry me, but I have a one-track mind, and that is to get out of here.
Running down the steps, the fourth one is covered in snow, and by the time I reach the bottom, the snow is up to my knees. Ignoring the cold numbing feeling of it melting against my blistering hot skin, I make a run for the trees. I dive into the safety of the trees, my heart pounding, the snow crunching beneath my feet. I take a moment to catch my breath and glance back.
My footprints are the only thing that proves I was ever here. As I glance back toward my house, the king slowly creeps down the steps. He sniffs the air before turning in my direction, moseying along like he is merely enjoying a stroll through the park. Not waiting around, I disappear into the dense forest.
The farther I go, the weaker I become, the blistering heat of the fever returning with a vengeance. My vision blurs, and I clutch a nearby tree, trying to catch my breath. As I make my way through the forest, vertigo washes through me, the snow making my toes numb.
Nausea kicks in, and I retch; an empty stomach results in dry heaves. The urge is so much more excruciating than the action itself as my body heats up overwhelmingly. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and the next minute I am falling. I welcome the ice-cold snow as it seeps into my skin, cooling the raging inferno bubbling inside me and threatening to boil me from the inside out.
The crunch of shoes makes me twist and peer between the trees to see a dark figure. The figure steps closer. His face is shrouded in darkness when his aura rushes over me.
He pauses, smirking down at me.
“What’s happening to me,” I mumble.
“Well, if you hadn’t run, I would have explained. You are quite intent on escaping me.”
I peer up at him, waiting for the effects to wear off. “You poisoned me,” I mutter as I blink, trying to clear my vision. He nods and purses his lips.
“That wasn’t intentional; considering your condition, your time is limited,” he says.
“I’m dying?” I murmur.
Now completely immobile, my body paralyzed, he nods, confirming my suspicions. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, accepting my fate. As I come to terms with my impending death, I can feel my body slowly shutting down, unable to move or respond to my commands. I know this is it, and I can only accept the inevitable.
“Not that I will allow that to happen,” comes the king’s voice.
“You didn’t notice how the effects of my venom coursing through you eased in my presence? There is no doubt you will die if I leave you here. Your body is calling for me. Now, my venom is in your system; the only one who can save you is me. It is a safety mechanism to prevent our prey from escaping and to prevent our mates, who will eventually be forced back to us. It eases off in my presence because your DNA has changed. You can sense me,” he explains. I try to understand what he’s telling me, but my mind is drifting.
“My body senses you?” I mutter as his arms scoop me up, and he cradles me to his chest.
