Page 16 of Lycan King’s Captives (Lycan King Reign Duet #1)
“Grip the headboard,” he orders, his voice rough with desire. I obey, my fingers clutching the wooden frame for support as he enters me from behind, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. The new angle sends waves of pleasure through me, and I know I am close to the edge.
He reaches forward, his fingers entwining in my hair, as he pulls my head back. His lips meet mine in a brutal, awkward kiss, a fierce reminder of how easily he can break me. With a final, brutal thrust, he sends me spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing from the climax, leaving me breathless.
He slows for a second, letting me ride out the waves when his hand moves from my hip and across my stomach, then it glides down between my legs, his fingers teasing my clit.
I gasp and open my eyes, my hair still clutched tightly in his fist. “No more, please. I can’t take anymore,” I beg.
His eyes flicker oddly and he smiles and replies, “You can. I’m not done with you yet.
” He lets go of my hair and palms my breast while he continues to rub my clit.
The other hand drifts down my body, teasing and caressing my sensitive skin.
When he rolls my clit between his fingers, my head rolls back on his shoulder, his nose grazing across my cheek when he pulls away slightly to look at me.
His eyes are dark and intense, and I push back against him.
“See? You can take more. Now ride me.” He pulls out of me and sits on the bed beside me, leaning against the headboard.
Gripping my hips, he drags me on top of him, pushing me onto him. I gasp, the sensation of him inside me again making my head spin.
He looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire. He guides me with his hands, pushing my hips up and down and guiding my movements. “Fuck. you’re tight,” he groans, his grip tightening on me, fingers biting into soft flesh.
His lips press against my ear, and he growls, “Faster.” His words send a thrill through me, and I obey, pushing myself faster and harder against him.
I can feel his breath quicken against my skin, his grip tightening on my hips.
He groans, watching me ride him. “So beautiful.” His words make me blush, my body heating up with pleasure when he leans forward, his lips latching onto my nipple.
I move faster, gripping his shoulders as I ride him, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.” His words make my skin tingle with desire and my body responds to his command, almost as if it was waiting for it.
My walls squeeze him, my pussy pulsating as my orgasm ripples through me, making me still and tense.
His grip on me tightens, moving me, forcing me to ride the intense waves washing through me.
I’m exhausted and want to sleep, yet his grip on my hips grows harsher.
His hands move to my ass as he rocks me against him when it comes down on my right cheek. I cry out at the pain, only for him to grip my ass in a punishing grip. “Next time, I gonna fuck this ass,” he promises darkly before slamming me down on his cock, making me gasp.
“Faster!” His voice is dark and intense, and I can feel his desire radiating off him. I move faster, my body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. He groans.
“Show me how much you love my cock.” His words make my body heat up, and without thinking, I obey, pushing myself harder against him.
Xandros grips my hips tighter, thrusting up to meet me.
With one last thrust, he groans, his body filling me with his warmth.
I collapse onto his chest, my body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion, trying to catch my breath.
His fingers skim up my spine gently before moving into my hair, massaging my scalp.
He presses his lips to my cheek before sliding me off him and tugging my body against his as he pulls the blanket up over me.
“Rest,” he purrs, the sound vibrating against my back. My eyes are already closing as I drift off, content for once in the arms of my monstrous mate.
I awake with a moan. The sheets move against my skin as Xandros moves, sending goosebumps across my body.
My senses suddenly sharpen and amplify in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I can tell it’s dark, even with my eyes closed, however, the darkness enveloping us doesn’t feel oppressive.
Rather, it’s comforting, like a soft blanket wrapping around me.
The air smells musky, the scent of our lovemaking still lingering in the room.
I roll over, inhaling deeply as I move, and I’m instantly flooded with Xandros’s masculine scent.
It’s intoxicating and overwhelming, and it makes me want to touch him.
My entire body yearns for his touch, craving his embrace.
As if drawn by a magnetic force, I roll into him, burying my face in his neck. His hand sweeps across my side, and sparks ignite under his touch. “Go back to sleep, love,” he groans. Sleep is far from my mind.
“Hmm, you’re not going to go back to sleep, are you?” he purrs when my lips touch his chest, my hands claw at his skin, and he hisses when his arm wraps around my waist, tugging me closer.
“Ah, my little monster has sharp claws,” he groans, helping me crawl on top of him. I know his words should worry me, yet my sole focus is on the feel of his warm skin beneath my fingertips. His eyes glow in the darkness back at me, fluorescent, and mesmerizing.
“You woke me, so help yourself,” he purrs, positioning me above his hard cock.
“You know what to do,” he growls when an embarrassing whine leaves my lips. I wiggle lower and lift my hips, sinking down on his cock with a groan.
My teeth feel sharper, my sense of smell is heightened, and all my senses seem to be solely focused on him.
My entire body buzzes with a tingling vibration that creates friction, I feel drunk on his presence.
I rock my hips against him. As I move, I bite him, my nails digging into his chest. I lose myself to senses I can’t understand, nor do I care to understand them.
The taste of his skin floods my mouth, salty and addictive, making me crave more.
The smoothness of his chest contrasts with the subtle roughness of his stubble when I press my lips against his jawline.
The sound of our bodies moving together, the rhythmic thud of his heart, makes mine race even faster.
The bed beneath us creaks softly, the room filled with the scents of sweat and sex, and it only intensifies the desire coursing through me. The coolness of the room, the softness of the sheets, every sensation only seems to amplify the pleasure coursing through me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know something isn’t right, that my bizarre actions should scare me.
I should be worried about these changes, but I’m too overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body to care.
Xandros seems to be all my mind can focus on, him and him alone, nothing else matters.
And once again, my surroundings blur into one, and so does the night.
The room is silent except for our heavy breathing, the glow of the moonlight casting soft shadows on the walls.
I trace the contours of Xandros’s face, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.
His eyes, like two black pools, hold a depth of emotion that both frightens and intrigues me.
I want to know every thought, every secret hidden behind those eyes.
My body trembles with fear and desire, the raw intensity of the strange sensations both threatening to consume me. I can feel the beating of his heart beneath my palm, the rhythm syncing with mine. Our breaths mingle, each exhale warm against the cool night air.
As I continue to move against him, I notice the way the moonlight dances across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the curve of his lips.
His eyes seem to shine with an otherworldly glow, as if they are filled with the secrets of the universe.
One I have found myself a part of without realizing what that fully means.
The heat of his body envelops me, and I lose myself in the sensations of our connection.
I am drowning in the intensity of his touch, the way his fingers trace patterns on my skin, the warmth of his breath against my neck.
The world beyond the confines of our room ceases to exist, and all that matters is the feel of him against me, the depth of our passion.
A spark that ignites with every touch, every caress.
And as the night gives way to the first light of dawn, I know everything has changed. The world as I once knew it has been shattered, replaced by a reality filled with him, desire, and an all-consuming obsession that knows no bounds, that isn’t rational.
“Sienna?” Xandros’ husky voice next to my ear makes me shiver.
I groan, not wanting to wake up. His hands tug at me, and I know he is trying to pick me up, but I feel sore all over and swat his hands away, which earns me a growl.
I’m disoriented and confused, and when I look at his chest, I gasp.
Xandros’s chest is covered in small, red marks from sharp claws.
They are deep enough to be visible and clear enough to show they were made by claws.
His skin is slightly raised, the evidence of my earlier actions: deep, red scratch marks marring his skin.
He doesn’t seem bothered by them. I closed my eyes, only to open them when I feel something cold press against my lips.
“Drink,” he growls at me, and I shake my head, trying to curl back up to sleep.
He won’t let me, though, pulling me against him and propping my naked body up. “So disobedient,” he purrs, nipping at my shoulder.