Page 12 of Lycan King’s Captives (Lycan King Reign Duet #1)
“You are mine, Sienna,” he purrs. His hand squeezes my breast while his words send a shiver down my spine.
He tears my top, ripping the fabric, and I gasp as realization dawns on me.
I struggle against him, swinging at him.
He catches my wrist, so I use the other hand, clawing at his face.
However, he doesn’t budge or even make a noise as I scratch his face, drawing blood.
Instead, he pins me to the bed, pressing his weight against me.
“Hate me all you want, Sienna.”
His breathing is heavy, and his grip on my arms tightens as he forces me to stay still. He leans closer, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.
“But every inch of you is mine,” he growls, and I feel the heat of his chest against my skin, and my stomach turns when he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, trapping them in one of his.
His other hand moves down my body, and he palms my breast when I feel his claws slip out, shredding my bra to pieces. The next second, his teeth sink into the soft skin of my breast, making me cry out at the pain. I thrash when he sucks on the spot, soothing it with his tongue.
“These are mine,” he snarls, his voice full of possessive hunger when his hand forces its way into my pants, and I buck beneath him, trying to toss him.
His hand cups my pussy and sparks rush everywhere, like an electric current buzzing beneath my skin.
He squeezes me, strengthening the tingling sensation.
“And this?” He groans. When his fingers gently caress my slit, I shiver as he whispers, “Also mine.” I gasp, my head spinning with the sensation that explodes over every inch of me.
His touch is electric, and I can feel the mate bond that binds us together.
His words no longer hold any sense of mystery, instead a truth I can feel deep in my bones.
I finally understand what he means about mate bond and realize I am connected to him in a way I never imagined possible.
Despite knowing it’s wrong, I suddenly crave his touch.
His fingers slide up and down my folds, making me moan. He teases my clit, tracing circles around it, and my body trembles with anticipation. “Do you still want to deny me?” he purrs.
His finger dips inside me, and I moan louder, my body quivering as my muscles clench around his finger.
My back arches off the bed. His thumb rubs my clit, and I gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over me, his lips crash down on mine.
His finger moves in and out of me faster as he increases pressure on my clit, then growls when my pants restrict him.
His lips pull away from mine as he stands suddenly, gripping the waistband of my pants.
The warped fuzziness of the bond lifts like someone tossed icy water over me, making me come back to my senses when he rips my pants off, tossing them aside.
My heart beats faster at what I was about to allow him to do when he unbuttons his shirt.
With the haze lifted, I shiver, shuffling further onto the bed to get away from him.
His command rolls over me, stealing the air from my lungs and paralyzing me.
“Remain where you are,” he commands, his voice turning into a purr as he rids his shirt.
My heart sputters frantically in my chest when I see him unzip his pants, only to kneel on the bed before me.
“Spread your legs.” I grit my teeth against his command. My hands fist the sheets as I fight it in vain. His hands grip my ankles, and sparks rush everywhere. The bond igniting from his touch burns as it sets me on fire.
“Open your legs,” he purrs, sliding his hands from my legs to my knees. His touch is featherlight and gives me goosebumps. When his warm tongue glides over my skin from my knee to my thigh, my legs fall open.
After a second, I no longer want to fight his touch. Instead, I crave it.
His hands travel back up my legs as his tongue continues to explore my body.
A soft moan escapes my lips as pleasure rushes through me.
My body trembles in anticipation as his hands grip my hips.
He plunges his tongue inside me, and I gasp, my back arching as I revel in the sensation.
My body quivers as the pleasure builds until I’m on the brink of bliss.
His lips curl into a satisfied smile, and he suddenly pulls away, leaving me trembling and wanting more.
I reach for his pants, and he smirks, watching me struggle with the bond and pulling his pants down since I have no idea what I am doing.
I just know I want him, need him. Some baser instinct I know isn’t human taking over me, and suddenly the tips of my fingers burn violently, making me cry out.
Blood stains them when suddenly I feel my fingers cut through his flesh.
He hisses, pushing them down for me, when I realize why my fingers burn, my blood staining his abs and pubic line.
I blink at my fingertips, seeing sharp claws have pushed out of my nail beds. That fascinates me for half a second when he releases himself. His cock is huge. Then again, I haven’t seen one hard before.
Some thought slivers through my head, telling me I should ask him to go slow.
My body has other ideas and is acting on its own because I’m reaching for him, despite not knowing what to do with him.
Xandros is quick to grip my wrists, shoving me back on the bed before crawling between my legs, my hands trapped in one of his.
“I would like my cock to remain attached to me, at least until you learn to control that,” he purrs against my lips before kissing me.
His body presses me further into the mattress with his weight.
His hands roam my body, exploring and teasing me with every touch.
I can feel my desire building, growing intensely until it threatens to consume me.
My desire to touch him back also makes me whine in frustration.
However, he holds me in place before moving a hand between our bodies and positioning himself at my entrance.
I gasp at the sensation when he suddenly thrusts himself inside me in one hard motion.
My mouth opens in a silent scream as I forget how to breathe.
Pain, as I’ve never felt before, slivers through me as warmth coats my thighs.
It hurts... it hurts is all my brain can conjure.
I can’t see past the blinding pain tearing through me as he continues to move.
He thrusts inside me harshly with no reprieve, not allowing me to get used to the feeling, to allow me to stretch around him.
No amount of tingles or bond can mask the pain I feel.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans against my shoulder while tears slide down my face.
I want to tell him to stop, that I am choking on air.
“And wet...” he murmurs when he pulls back slightly to kiss me, only he jerks away instantly.
“Sienna?” he questions while I blink back tears.
He peers down at me for a second and then suddenly rips himself out of me.
“You’re a fucking virgin?” he snarls, his words sounding shocked and angry.
Sitting up slightly, I see my thighs and the bed drenched in blood, and so is he.
I briefly wonder if I got my period spontaneously because the bed is soaked; there is so much.
The pain as I move is proof that he just tore me.
“Shh, it’s fine. I… I will fix it. I can make the pain go away.
My blood and saliva can heal you,” Xandros murmurs, crawling back onto the bed.
My virginity? He can’t fix that now that he’s taken it. “Shh, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? Fuck!” he curses, sucking on his fingers.
“You never asked.” I whimper when his fingers skim across my core. I cringe at the pain, but the tingles return, lessening until the pain fades completely. I blink at him.
“Yeah, since you worked for Mal. I just assumed you were one of his whores.”
Did he just call me… His words burn me.
My stomach sinks at his words. He basically called me a slut. He seems to realize what he said because he tries to correct his choice of words. However, now it is too late because I slap him.
I gasp at what I did. My newly found claws, which I hadn’t realized weren’t retracted, slash down his face. Blood sprays across mine. The noise that leaves him makes my eyes widen, and I freeze beneath it.
His growl is threatening and predatory. It sends ice-cold chills down my spine when his face twists in his rage, his hand finds my hair, and I cry out when he rips my hair out jerking my head to the side. His canines extend, and he looks savage as he partially shifts.
“You were warned about pushing me,” he snarls, then sinks his teeth into my neck.
My voice becomes hoarse as I scream. The sound tearing out of me burns my throat violently until the noise is barely a rasp.
His teeth sink so deeply into my neck they carve into my bones, drilling into me, while black flecks flit through my vision until eventually stealing it completely when I pass out.