Page 66 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“You’re like restraining a child,” he mocks as I thrash, suddenly becoming claustrophobic in his powerful embrace.Panicking, I lash out harder, but he just laughs like he thinks it’s funny while I’m on the verge of tears.So I bite him.
Hard.
So hard, I can taste his blood in my mouth, and it coats my tongue.He shoves me away, but my teeth are embedded in his pec, and I refuse to let go.
“Human, I am warning you!Let go!”
I bite down harder, and he groans then growls.“Not fucking nice, is it?”I speak with a mouthful of him between my blunt teeth.Yet, the longer I hang onto him, the more of his blood I swallow.The room changes color, and I feel lightheaded.
“Let go, or I will break your fucking teeth,” he growls.
“No you won’t.You won’t risk getting in trouble with daddy!”I taunt, speaking through my teeth.A giggle escapes me, and the same strange feeling I got from Lyon’s blood slips over me.He growls, pinching my nose.
Which only causes me to giggle again, then snort when he finally rips me off.His growl is thunderous, and when he pins me to the bed, using his crushing weight to hold me there, blood drips on my face.Staring up at him, he could be Zeke’s cyclops brother, only he looks funnier as his angry snarling face twists and morphs like he is pouting.
“You have one eye!”I giggle and his growling stops.He pulls away, letting me go and checking his chest.
“You drank my damn blood, didn’t you?”he growls, accusingly.
But all I can focus on is the way his eyes have blurred together, and his lips are enlarged like a trout’s.
“Human!Come on, snap out of it!”He leans over me, tapping my face.
“What’s wrong with you?You couldn’t have drunk that much.”
“You have one eye.”I tell him.
“I don’t have one damn eye, you’re high!”he scolds, prying my eyes open with a sigh.
“Right there!”I poke it, and he rears back, clutching his face.
“No, that is my fucking eye!”He yells at me.I did try to tell him it was his eye!Nobody ever listens to me.
“I know, I touched it!”I admit sitting up.The moment I do, the room spins, and I can’t help but laugh at the tingly feeling that moves from head to toe.
“No, back in bed.”He shoves me back down.
“And leave my one eye alone,” he scolds.
“You have two now!”
“Great, the other returned.”He laughs, dropping beside me.
“Damn cannibal.You’re lucky you’re high so I can kinda forgive you.”He laughs, clutching me closer.After a while, the feeling abates, and my body gives into exhaustion, but only temporarily.
Gnash whines and wakes me up.“No, boy, you’ll squash her.Down!”Regan whispers before Gnash jumps off the bed.Regan sighs, and I pull away from him, but he tugs me back again.
“He can stay,” I tell him, and Regan jumps.
“You’re awake?”He lets me go quickly.
“He’s covered in blood.He killed something, though I think itmay have been a someone by the scent,” Regan tells me, and I cringe.
“In that case, he stays off.”I yawn, trying to get comfortable.Yet as I try to get back to sleep, I find I can’t.
“What time is it?”
“Three.”
