Page 73 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“How about the bed?”I ask him.Leaning over to the bedside table, I flick on the lamp.
“Seriously, this is awkward enough, and you want to turn more lights on?”His hands run through his hair, nervously tugging the ends.
“What’s wrong?Are you mutilated?Is there something wrong with it?”I ask him.He growls, grabbing the waistband of his boxer shorts.
“There is nothing fucking wrong with it, it’s fine!”He drops his pants and his briefs.I suddenly wish he would put them back on.That thing is monstrous.Not even the ones in the anatomy books that Granny gave me were that size, and Lyon is wrong, he doesn’t have blue balls, but they are pretty big.
I shudder mentally, trying to imagine how something like that would fit in a woman.I know the mechanics of sex, but I question how it’s even possible for human women to mate with a lycan.
Leaning over, I switch the lamp off.
“Now you want the lamp off?”he huffs when I feel the bed dip.I turn to look back at him, only to come nose-to-nose with him.His eyes flash black as he moves closer, forcing me onto my back.
“I’m supposed to touch you,” I sputter, and he hums.
“So you can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”he questions.Does he not remember our argument two minutes before his brother got here?
“That wasn’t what I asked!”I shriek.
“Well, now I am asking.If I am allowing you to touch me, you’ll allow me the same.Besides, Lyon is right.Maybe if I get you out of my system, I can stop obsessing over you!”
“No, no.I wanted to touch you.This wasn’t part of the deal.”
“You can, but new deal!If I am letting you touch me, you’ll be letting me touch you.Lyon has a point, and I am not walking around with a raging hard-on all day.You caused it, so you’ll fix it,” he purrs.
“But I’m human.You hate humans!”
“True, but I am struggling to come up with excuses to hate you!”he purrs, dropping his face closer.I swallow, and his eyes flickerback and forth between their normal color and the color of the true monster he can be.
Chapter 34
“Don’t run, don’t run!”I whisper when I feel his body trembleabove me.His skin ripples before my eyes, and his face twists as he fights the urge to shift.Gnash growls off to my side, and I am cursing myself for even asking for this now.If he kills me, I have no one to blame but myself.The muscles in his arms flex on either side of my head, and I gulp down my fear.A threatening growl leaves him, and I clench my eyes shut, waiting to be ripped apart by him.Suddenly, he purrs, and as I open my eyes, his nose bumps mine, and my heart hammers in my chest.
“Regan?”I whisper, placing my hand on his chest, and his eyes flicker a few times before turning pitch black, mirroring my horrified fear-filled face.A deep growl vibrates out of him, and I gasp, wondering what kind of monster I have called forward.Yet, I’m not wondering long because the next second, his lips suddenly slam against mine hungrily, and I freeze.My entire body completely locks up in fear, paralyzing me beneath him.A moment later, I feel his tongue trace the seam of my lips, and he bites the bottom one, nipping at it.
Regan presses his weight on me while all I can think about is that I never agreed to fuck him, yet he is getting awfully close.He growls, kissing me harder, and my lips feel bruised, making me hiss.The moment my lips part, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he groans lewdly.
My body explodes with tingles, and I squirm beneath him as his tongue brushes mine again.The tingling sensations rush over every inch of me, warming my skin and making my stomach clench.Hesitantly, I kiss him back, my tongue tangling with his gently.Regan growls, and I hesitate, only for him to pull back slightly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
The sensation of his sharp teeth grazing over the delicate flesh makes me moan and shudder.Between my legs throbs in anticipation—of what, I have no idea, but the feeling is addictive.His touch is igniting something foreign, something sinfully addictive, and it makes me snap my knees together at the strange building sensation.Only his body pressing between my legs prevents the action.His claws slip from his fingers and graze my thigh as he hooks one around his waist.
Regan rocks his hips against me, his hands traveling and exploring my body, his touch leaving tingles everywhere his hands graze.One hand sneaks beneath my top, and his claws caress my abdomen as he palms my breast.His free hand tangles in my hair and makes a fist, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper.My entire body feels warm, foreign, and downright dirty.How could something so terrible feel so good?I should tell him to get off me, yet all I want to do is pull him closer and drown in his touch.
Lost in the feel of his hands on my body, his lips travel down my jaw to my neck, his teeth grazing and teasing the flesh.I jerk in his grip, making him pull back to look at me.His dark, ominous eyes watch me as the hand grasping my breast moves back down, tracing my skin to my hip.A moan escapes my lips, the sound exotic to my ears, and deep desire courses through me.
Regan purrs again, and my breath hitches.It’s like I come to my senses only to lose them over again the moment his lips devour mine, his tongue leaving no part of my mouth untouched as it tangles with mine.Our mouths fight for control—control I let him have.Mainly because I have no idea what I’m doing, but even if I wanted to take the lead, there is no way he’d ever concede.
Yet when his lips travel down my jaw, his body moves lower, and I feel his fingers pluck at the buttons of my pajama top.The next, he cuts through the buttons on my flannel pajamas easily with hisdeadly sharp claws.However, his claws scraping my flesh is like he tossed a bucket of ice over me.I gasp, trying to sit up when I notice he is trying to remove my shirt, and I push on his shoulders.If he removes it, he’ll see the runes running down my arms.
“Regan, stop!”I plead when he lifts his gaze, only now his eyes are their normal hypnotizing color.“I’ll leave your shirt on,” he whispers, dragging his tongue between my breasts.
“I can keep it on?”I ask, lifting my head to look down at him, and his eyes—shadowed by thick lashes—lift to mine.He watches me for a second and nods before nipping at the side of my breast, making me hiss, and he stops torturing my sensitive flesh.
“Yes, or I can stop?”he states.
“You can stop?”
“I think so?”He asks me like he wasn’t sure, and he’s hoping I would give him the answer he’s searching for.
