Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 52

“Don’t run, don’t run!” I whisper when I feel his body start trembling above me; his skin ripples before

my eyes, and his face twists as 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 when he suddenly purrs—opening my eyes

when I feel his nose bump mine and my heart hammers in my chest. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“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 back at me. A deep growl vibrates out of me, 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 when I feel

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, claws caress over my abdomen when

he grabs my breast, palming it, while the hand with fingers tangled in my hair fists, and he pulls me

closer, kissing me deeper. My entire body feels warm, foreign, and downright dirty. How could

something so terrible feel so good? I should be telling 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, and I jerk in his grip, making him pull back to look at me. His dark, ominous eyes

watch me when 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, overwhelming me.

Regan purrs, and my breath hitches, coming to my senses only to lose them over again when his lips

devour mine, tongue leaving no part of my mouth untouched as it tangles with mine, both of us fighting

for control, control I let him have. Mainly because I have no idea what I’m doing and secondly because

it wasn’t something I was going to win, anyway.

Yet when his lips travel down my jaw, and his body moves lower down mine, 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 him 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 his head 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, clutching it. He chuckles,

swirling his tongue around it, then letting it go and moving to the other one.

“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 on my skin when he

presses his lips to my hip, and his fingers grip the waistband of my pants.

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

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, and I can’t take my gaze from his deadly one while feeling his grip on my

hips tighten painfully. My heart skips a beat, and fear coils like a spring, twisting 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.