Page 41 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings (Unwanted #1)

“Don’t run, don’t run!” I whisper when I feel his body tremble above 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 his deadly 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.

“You don’t have to show me your scars,” he assures me. If only they were scars. I would have no issue letting him see them. Chewing my lip, I exhale and nod my head, and his lips tug in the corners. His eyes flicker, and a dark, sinister smile moves across his lips.

“Shouldn’t I be touching you?” I ask, falling back against the bed. This was never my intention. I didn’t want him to touch me, though I kind of don’t want him to stop, either.

“Hmm, when I’m done,” he purrs before taking my nipple in his mouth. Sparks explode over my body as he tugs on it with his teeth, and my back arches, my hand moving to his hair. He chuckles, swirling his tongue around it, then letting it go and moving to the other.

“Regan!” I squirm when he bites the underside of my breast.

“I still have control!” he mumbles against my skin, then runs his tongue over his bite mark. I nod my head, praying he does, when his lips travel lower, his teeth nipping and sucking a trail to my hip. His fingers grip the waistband of my pants.

I jump, sitting up and trying to pull myself out from under him, but he snarls, making me freeze.

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place.

“Don’t run... don’t run.” I whisper to myself when I see his eyes flicker dangerously.

I can’t rip my attention from his deadly stare, and his grip on my hips tightens painfully.

My heart skips a beat, and fear coils like a spring, tw isting tension through every muscle as I watch him tremble.

He jerks me closer, and his grip loosens slightly.

He moves back down between my legs. My heart palpitates as I peer down at him.

“Regan?” I stammer.

“How I’ve missed this!” he growls against my skin. He runs his nose across my abdomen, and my entire body shudders, feeling his warm breath skim across my skin.

“I want to taste you!” he purrs, and I blink at him. My mind is trying to comprehend the words he just spoke.

“You want to do what? Isn’t that what you were doing?” I ask him, remembering him biting my breast. He laughs softly and shakes his head. His hands grip my knees, and he presses them into the bed, spreading my legs. He growls. This was not what I had planned. I never wanted to become a lycan snack.

“Remove them!” he growls, but I shake my head, wondering what he could possibly want them off for.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says the words so calmly that I almost believe them.

“You can’t taste me. I’m not food,” I tell him, horrified, and he chuckles.

“Are you forgetting the food pyramid? Because I could debate that statement,” he says. My eyes widen, and I shake my head, knowing I am at the bottom, but being eaten alive was not something I would consider a nice, quick way to die.

“I don’t actually eat humans, just take off your pants, Zirah.” He laughs as I shake my head, but he’s doesn’t wait for me to comply. He grabs them and rips them off me. I kick at him, and he growls, pinning my legs to the bed.

“Gnash!” I shriek, but he only lifts his head, looks at me, and then drops it back on his paws. So much for his help! My heart hammers in my chest.

“Nothing below the waist!” I remind him of the rules, and my voice comes out more of a shriek.

Regan ignores me, and he kisses my knee, prying my legs apart.

His tongue then trails down the inside of my thigh.

My legs tremble against his strong grip as I try to close them, not wanting his face so close to that area.

“I’m chewy like beef jerky. You’ll get food poisoning!

” I screech, trying to crawl back up the bed.

He only laughs, holding me in place, and a whimper escapes my lips.

I close my eyes, waiting for the horrendous pain when he takes a bite out of me, and I feel his breath sweep across my pussy.

“Regan?” I plead, already anticipating the pain if he bites me there. “Hmm,” he hums before pressing his lips against my slit, and between my legs pulsates where he touches. My eyes open when he doesn’t bite me, and I lift my head.

I glance down at him, wondering what he is doing, when his tongue sweeps between my lower lips, and I gasp at the thrilling sensation. He does it again, this time, his tongue sweeping over my clit, causing an embarrassing guttural sound to leave my lips.

His hands grip my thighs, and he tugs on them, wanting me to open them wider. I resist until he flicks his tongue back over that same spot, and I give him what he wants, letting them fall open. He pins one to the bed yet hooks the other over his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers pulling on the inside of my thigh and opening me wider to him. The next second his hot tongue is everywhere, and my hips buck against his face, earning a growl from him as he holds me in place.

Regan keeps the same tempo as he assaults the spot with his mouth and tongue over and over again, making my back arch.

I don’t know if I want him to keep going or want to kick him in the face to make him stop when heat slithers down my spine and pools in my belly.

Everything warms when he sucks on one particular spot, making my eyes roll into my head.

“Regan!” I breathe out, tugging on his hair, trying to pull his face away.

“Come for me!” he growls, sucking harder as the sensation builds. I feel like I’m climbing a steep precipice when his tongue flicks over the tortured flesh, making me scream. Everything turns white, and my mind goes completely blank as the sensation sweeps over me.

My hips rock against his face, and my core pulsates, the sensation rolling over me in waves of euphoria.

My muscles spasm, and he slows down, letting me ride out the waves of ecstasy coursing through me while he adjusts positions.

He shoves his tongue inside me, lapping at the juices I can feel slipping from me and wetting the sheets.

I blink, feeling dazed as I stare up at the ceiling as the feeling abates. His tongue draws out the sensation as he continues lapping at me when a shiver rolls through me. The room suddenly feels cold, yet my spine and arms burn where my runes are.

When he finally stops, Regan crawls up my body and tugs me to him. He pulls the blanket over us, and my teeth chatter as that coldness seeps into my bones. Why am I so cold now?

I move closer, trying to steal his warmth when he pinches my chin between two fingers, tilting my face to his, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and his eyes flicker before he forces his tongue into my mouth.

I finally get what he meant when I taste myself on his tongue.

He tugs me closer, his body heat warming me as he tucks the blanket higher around me.

I kiss him back, and he groans. My hand goes to his chest, and he tenses, then kisses me harder. After a few seconds, he pulls away. A deep purring sound emanates from his chest as my fingertips move lower, and my eyes dart to read his expression.

Pitch-black eyes peer back at me. “Still in control,” he whispers when my fingers touch his pubic bone. The thrumming grows louder, and he swallows. I watch his Adam’s apple move in his throat, and his lips part, revealing the sharp points of his teeth.

“Regan?” I ask, a little worried when my fingertips trace down his shaft. The skin feels taut, and the appendage is rock-hard when I wrap my fingers around it. He grabs my hand, and his cock twitches in my grip.

My eyes move back to his. “Should I stop?” I ask him, and he looks at me.

“You should, but I don’t want you to,” he groans, squeezing my hand.