Page 45 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“If I wanted to fuck you or touch you sexually, I wouldn’t have added that rule to your side, Zirah,” he snaps, letting my wrist go.
“So you do know my name after all.That’s the second time you have said it.”He silently laces the shoe up my leg before moving to the next, but his hands linger far too long.
He leans closer, his face barely an inch from my mine, and sniffs the air.“You really are pure, aren’t you?”he questions, leaning back to look at me.
“Excuse me?”
“Untouched.You’re a virgin.”My face heats at his words.It’s not like I don’t know what sex is.I heard the echoes in the caves, but I wasn’t sure if they were cries of pain or ecstasy—not that it mattered at the time.Granny and I were very much alone in those caves.Yet my face heats under his judgmental stare.Is being a virgin something to be ashamed of here?Regan raises an eyebrow at me.
“You can really tell?I thought the king was just saying that to make the women fear lying.”
“Virgins smell different.Their scent isn’t as potent.”
“How so?”I question.
He thinks for a second.“I don’t know...just different.For example...”He grabs my hand, brushing his thumb over the back.He then holds my hand to my nose.I can smell his touch on my hand.It’s a masculine scent, like the smell of the woods after a storm.Refreshing.
He shakes his head.“Of course, you’re human.You don’t have the same sense of smell.You’ll just have to take my word for it.You smell different from other women.I can smell their lovers on them, but it’s different than just me touching you.”He frowns before continuing.“I can smell they’ve lost their innocence.”
I nod, but even as a human, I can still smell his scent—even before he touched me.
Regan pulls my skirt down.“How do they feel?”he asks, and I wiggle my toes.
“Fine.”He nods once, grabs the other clothes, and passes themto the woman.She wanders off, and Regan turns, plucks the tag off the dress I’m wearing, and moves to follow her.
“I got the other stuff you asked for,” she tells him, pointing to a stack of lacy undergarments and pajamas.There is also a pile of pants and socks.I hold up the bra with furrowed brows.
“It’s a bra,” Regan deadpans, and I shoot him a look.
“I know what it is.I’ve just never worn one before.”Though this breast contraption would have come in handy for storing crystals.Instead of Granny pulling my hair so tight she could shove them in my hair or the bracelets she used to make that I always lost when hunting.
“It helps keep things where they should...Not that you need it ye—” His eyes dart to my breasts.He clears his throat but doesn’t finish what he was going to say.
The woman chuckles.“I think he approves.”
I glance down at my chest.I’ve never understood why men get so excited over lumps of fat on a woman’s chest created to feed a child.
Regan growls at her, but she does not seem to be bothered in the slightest by him.He looks down at me, and his eyes flick to my cleavage before he smirks, not even caring that I know he is looking at them.
I shake my head, fighting the urge to cover myself before remembering the coin purse Shelley gave me.I hand it to the woman, not sure what to do with it.
She shakes her head.“No, take them.Your money is no good here, Zirah.”
I tilt my head to the side.“You know my name?”
“The entire city knows your name, dear.You saved my daughter from entering the maze.I owe you a great debt, and so does half the kingdom.We look after our own.”Her eyes go to the king.
I shake my head, trying to push the bag toward her.“Please take it,”
She shoves it back at me before bagging the items.
“Well, if you won’t take her money, take mine.She is stubborn and won’t leave until you have been paid, and I have work to do,” Regan tells her, pulling a card from his wallet.I watch in curiosity as he inserts it into a machine and moves to press buttons on a number pad.He raises an eyebrow at me.“You’re not supposed to watch.”
“Sorry, Shelley gave me one of those things, but she never told me what to do with it.”I look away, wondering why it is a secret if everyone has one.Regan clicks his tongue and pulls me in front of him.
“The chip goes in here.You slide it in.”He pushes the card into the device again and points to the screen.
“Then you choose credit or debit.”He points and shows me.“You press the button, then type the pin in.”He presses four digits.“Hit okay and done.”
