Page 15 of Lycan King’s Captives (Lycan King Reign Duet #1)

Xandros is still raging as he glares at me, lying on the bed. He opens his mouth to say something when servants burst into the room carrying bags from our shopping trip. Xandros holds his tongue, but I can see the fury simmering beneath the surface.

I try to take advantage of the brief reprieve and climb off the bed, wanting to escape him, even if it’s just to the bathroom.

Xandros growls, his gaze pinning me in place.

The sound draws the attention of the servants, and realizing this, Xandros snaps at them to leave.

They rush out of the room, closing the door behind them, and I’m left alone to face my mate’s wrath.

Xandros’s eyes narrow as he stares at me, his voice low and dangerous. “Tell me, Sienna, do you like him? Is that why he felt so fucking comfortable approaching you in public?”

“No, it’s not like that. He was only my boss,” I quickly reply, my voice trembling.

“Liar,” he hisses, grabbing my throat and pressing me into the bed.

Fear courses through me, and I don’t even try to fight back.

No, it will only worsen things. “How can you say that when I’m your mate?

You said it yourself. The mate bond would prevent me from wanting to be with anyone else…

” I blurt out when his grip tightens, threatening to cut off my air.

“Prove it… Prove you only want me.”

The pressure on my windpipe causes me to gasp for air. “Prove it!” he screams in my face.

His threat hangs in the air like a suffocating fog, making it impossible for me to think straight.

As his grip tightens, I panic. Desperate, my hand reaches for his cock, grabbing him through his pants.

Xandros freezes, his gaze dropping to my hand on him.

My heart races, remembering how painful it was the last time he touched me, but I don’t know how to calm him down.

A twisted smile crosses Xandros’s lips as he seems to approve of my touch. Realizing this, I hesitantly lift my head to kiss him, trying to hide the terror coursing through my veins.

The moment our lips meet, his anger seems to lessen.

His hand gripping my throat remains firm, growing tighter and more possessive with each passing second.

I inhale deeply as he moves his lips to my neck, releasing my throat and biting me softly, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body.

My nervousness grows when his hands start to roam, exploring my body with a hunger that intensifies with each passing second.

His touch is no longer gentle, but rather strong and demanding.

His bites become harder, and I feel myself responding to his aggression despite the pain they cause.

As I gasp for air, my head spins from the intensity of his touch, my body instinctively arches into him.

He tightens his grip on me, and I can feel the anger and jealousy in his touch, a primal desire that both terrifies and excites me.

Our eyes meet, as he lifts his gaze, teeth sinking into the soft tissue of my breast. His eyes flicker dangerously, and the darkness swirling within them sends a shiver down my spine.

“You won’t talk to him again; you won’t look at him. If he ever crosses our path again and you respond or acknowledge him. I will kill him,” he warns, and I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to handle the intensity of his searing gaze. Only when I do he bites the side of my breast hard.

My eyes open and I cry out, yet he doesn’t seem to care he is hurting me, even as I feel my blood trickle down my ribs. “You belong to me,” he growls, his voice tinged with fury.

“Do you understand?” I nod, not wanting to anger him. However, instead of my answer pleasing him, it seems to have the opposite effect as he pulls back a little, fingers biting into the soft skin on my arms.

“I don’t think you do,” he growls, as tears flood my eyes.

“Maybe I should show you who you truly belong to.” He pushes me harder into the bed, his hand pinning my wrists above my head in one of his, my trapped wrists grating together painfully in his tight grip.

“Who do you belong to, Sienna?” he snarls. The rough fabric of the bed sheets scratches against my skin as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear.

“Answer me! Do you understand? You’re mine, now and forever.

” When I don’t answer, he grips my throat and growls, “You belong to me. Say it! Say you’re mine.

” I’m terrified and aroused all at the same time, my heart racing as I feel the intensity of his gaze.

His anger and possessiveness send a thrill through me, and I can feel myself wanting to give in to him, but also not, knowing by doing so I am giving him the control and fear he craves.

I’m also terrified of what will happen if I don’t.

Tears prick my eyes, and his grip on my throat loosens, allowing me to speak. “I’m yours,” I assure him, my lips quivering. He watches me for a few tense seconds, eyes wild while I breathe harshly.

His lips find mine again, and this time the kiss is wild, a fiery storm of passion and anger.

The bond instantly reacts to his touch. Painful or not, it doesn’t seem to care.

I struggle against his grip, yearning to touch him, to feel his body against mine.

He doesn’t relent, keeping my wrists firmly in place as he devours me with his mouth, tongue, and teeth.

His mouth moves to my neck, leaving a trail of fiery bites in his wake.

I cry out, pain and pleasure erupting deep within me.

He smirks at my reaction, an edge of darkness in his eyes that sends a thrill of fear through me.

Still I don’t want him to stop; I crave the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain only he can give me.

His free hand moves to my breast, gripping it roughly, making me gasp as my body betrays me, responding to his harsh touch.

His thumb flicks across my nipple, eliciting a moan that echoes through the room. With each passing second, his touch grows rougher and more demanding, and I can feel my resolve crumbling beneath the weight of his desire. As he trails kisses down my body, I feel a new sensation building within me.

A primal need I have never experienced before, raw and untamed, threatens to consume me. I can feel the hunger and anger inside him, a force that calls to my soul on a level I can’t explain, and I know I am powerless to resist. He moves between my legs.

His eyes lock onto mine as he positions himself at my entrance, and I try to move up the bed away from him. His hands grip my hips dragging me back to him.

My breathing grows harsher. The memory of the pain he caused me last time springs to the forefront of my mind. “Who do you belong to?” he purrs, his fingers digging painfully into my hips. I shake my head, unable to give him the answer he wants, knowing what he is about to do.

His grip tightens, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “You belong to me.” He runs his cock between my folds, making me cry out, and squirm to get away from him when his eyes dart to mine.

“Shh, breathe, Sienna…” he growls softly, leaning forward as he strokes my hair and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. I close my eyes and I take deep breaths, attempting to regain control of my body when he pulls away.

“Look at me!” I open my eyes to find him watching me. He stares at me and there is something in his gaze that calms me, something that makes me feel like I’m exactly where I belong.

He holds my gaze as he repositions himself, and I can see the raw desire and intensity in his eyes.

I swallow hard, as I brace myself for what is coming.

He slowly eases his grip, running his hands up my body in a soothing motion.

“Breathe, Sienna. Just take a deep breath,” he says softly.

His voice is gentle, and I can feel my panic start to ease.

I focus on his eyes and take a deep breath, feeling my heart rate start to slow.

He smiles, a hint of relief in his eyes.

“Good. But this will hurt,” he warns.

In a sudden, forceful thrust, he enters me. I gasp, and he stills, his hands holding me in place when he leans down, lips hungrily devouring mine. Eventually, he pulls back, his eyes dark and smoldering.

“Shh, you’re fine,” he murmurs while my body trembles beneath him, trying to get used to the intrusion.

After a few moments, my body relaxes. He pulls away, studies my face, and then pulls out before pushing back in slowly, his dark eyes watching me, testing me. He begins to move slowly and steadily at first. As my body adapts to him, he moves quicker, picking up speed.

His thrusts become harder and more forceful, and I can feel him pushing me to my limits.

I respond eagerly, my body arching to meet his with each thrust. He grabs my hips, gripping them tight and slamming himself into me.

I moan against him as his lips find mine, his tongue aggressively exploring my mouth, lips bruising and punishing.

I cry out, both in pain and ecstasy, as he begins to move within me, each thrust harder and more powerful than the last. The room fades away, and all that exists are the two of us, locked in this dance of messy desire.

His hands roam my body, leaving bruises and marks.

I lose myself in the sensations, my body shuddering with each thrust, each bruising grip, each biting kiss.

The pleasure builds, growing in intensity until I feel as if I might shatter into a million pieces.

And just as I am about to break, he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.

My face heats at the position he has placed me in, his hands smoothing over my ass when he suddenly slaps me. My back arches at the burning pain.