Page 51 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
I exhale and drop my head, sucking in a shaky breath.“Come here, boy,” I call Gnash, but the movement beneath me snaps my attention back to my situation.How long have I been resting my forehead on Regan’s shoulder?
I freeze, realizing all too slowly that I am straddling Regan’s lap.Swallowing the urge to shove him away, I grip his shoulders as he inspects my ankle.His other hand falls from my waist to my thigh as he pulls my leg around his waist.I chance a look up at him, and he’swatching me with a look that I can’t read.
“What did you do that upset him?”Regan asks, his brows creasing as he examines my ankle.
“I did nothing to upset anyone.He tossed me out of my bed and said I had to suck his cock,” I snap, feeling a little peeved that he instantly blames me instead of his psychopath brother.
Gnash chooses that moment to rush over to us now that he is done growling and clawing at the door.He jumps on me and mauls me with his tongue, trying to climb into my lap between us.I try to push his furry head away.
“No, Gnash, I don’t need a tongue bath.”Regan laughs, trying to shove his wolf off me, but Gnash decides to squeeze between us and lay across my legs, crushing me and not allowing me to get up.
“Gnash, you’re heavy.Off!”
He rolls belly up between us with his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth.I chuckle and shake my head, scratching his belly.His fur is soft yet coarse beneath my fingers.It helps to relieve some of the worry and fear I felt earlier.
“Gnash off!”Regan commands, but Gnash ignores him, wanting his tummy scratched.With a loud sigh, Regan places his hands on the floor behind him and leans back, shaking his head at his naughty wolf.“We can’t keep her!”
I look at him in confusion.What an odd thing to say.I am not a pet or property to be owned.
Gnash whimpers, rolling back over and placing his paws on Regan’s shoulders with a loud whine.His tail swats me in the face as it whips back and forth.I grab his tail, and Gnash turns to look at me a moment before licking Regan’s chin.
“What have you done to my wolf?He never used to be this much of a Wuss” Regan huffs, scratching behind his ear.
“Nothing,” I tell him, chewing my lip.
“Come on, get off!”Regan tells Gnash, patting his flank, but Gnash refuses to move.Instead, he yawns, his massive mouth opening wide.Regan rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“She is staying with us today, but get off, or I will give her to Zeke!”Regan tells him, and Gnash growls at him.
“So he can understand and feel you?”I question, and Regan’s eyes go to mine.
“Yes, it’s our blood in their system.It doesn’t just strengthen them, it bonds them to us.They feel us better than we can feel ourselves sometimes,” Regan answers.
“Can you feel him?”
“I can feel him, but I don’t know what he is saying or wanting exactly, just what he feels.I can feel when he is hurt, sad, or happy.I can feel when he is sick and needs my blood or when he is excited,” Regan answers.He looks between Gnash and me.
“What’s he feeling now?”I ask, and Regan’s brows pinch together.
“He’s excited.I think he wants to keep you ashispet,” Regan snickers, and his lips slip into a half smile that makes my heart skip a beat.Until his words sink in.
“His pet?”I ask, scrunching my face.
“Yes, he likes you, but I don’t think he knows why.He usually tries to kill any woman I go near.”
“What makes you think he likes me?Maybe he’s saving me as a snack for later.”I run my fingers through Gnash’s fur coat.
“It’s almost like he has to protect you, keep you safe.I don’t know why he feels possessive of you.”Regan looks down at his wolf thoughtfully.
“Is he like that with anyone else?”
“Only me,” Regan shrugs.
Gnash wiggles between us when his paw catches my hurt ankle.My pained hiss makes him jump off and immediately turn to sniff my wounds.He begins to lick my ankle, only stopping when he lifts his head and whimpers in Regan’s face before returning to licking up the blood.
“Gnash, leave it.I will heal her.Just get off us!”Regan snaps at his wolf.Gnash lifts his head and bounces on him, his paws hitting his chest and knocking the king backward, his tongue slashing his face several times when King Regan manages to shove him off with an exasperated sigh.
“Okay, okay, stop it.What’s gotten into you?You’re acting likea damn pup,” Regan snaps, and Gnash sits back on his butt, dropping his head like a scolded child.
