Page 52 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
Regan shakes his head, and I try to get up, but he grabs me, sliding one hand beneath my ass and the other across my back.He stands so quickly that I nearly topple from his arms.I wrap my legs around his waist and clutch his shoulders as he hoists me higher, bringing me face-to-face with him.
Chapter 27
I blink at him, wondering if he is about to toss me out the openwindow behind him that is letting in the icy breeze.My eyes dart to it, and I swallow before glancing at the king.He looks over his shoulder at what I’m staring at, and I swallow hard.
“Unless you’re a bird and have wings, I wouldn’t recommend it.”He walks to the bed and places me on the edge, grabs my ankle, and twists it.I bite my lip, letting out a long hiss.“Sorry,” he mutters, and my eyes move to his.
Gnash comes over, staring up at him expectantly, and Regan sighs.“I am, so stop looking at me like that.”Regan clicks his tongue.
“I believe this is three favors you owe me now,” Regan tells me.He lifts an eyebrow, waiting for my response.
“In that case, I would rather heal on my own, and for the record, I owe you nothing.”I pull free from his grip and scoot back on the bed.He growls, grabbing my leg and ripping me toward him.His hand slides from my ankle down the back of my calf and stops behind my knee.He looms over me, and I gasp as he presses my knee to my chest to lean closer.His nose skims across my cheek to my ear.
“If I recall correctly, you owe me for agreeing with you against my father to not kill those girls,” he purrs, and a shiver runs up my spine, yet not the same way it does with Zeke.
“He was never going to kill them.”I tell him, trying to focus onanything other than his body pressing against mine.
“He would have to prove a point.”Regan lifts his head, his pelvis presses against me.“You also owe me for that rule I added.”
“I never asked you to add it,” I snap, and his lips brush mine with his next words.
“I could have handed you over to Zeke, but I didn’t.”
I swallow.“Regan?”I stammer when he presses all his weight against me, trapping me beneath him, and he groans, his breath sweeping across my lips.
“Instead, I urged Gnash to help you, to come for you.”
“He would have anyway,” I reply when he pulls away and grabs my face.
“Gnash wasn’t even here,” Regan whispers, turning my face to the open balcony door I hadn’t noticed earlier.“He came because I called for him.”I turn back to look at him.
“And why would you do that?”I ask.
“Because today you’re mine, and I am not losing my kingdom because Zeke killed you on my watch,” he says, pushing off the mattress and looking down at me.My eyes trail over his naked tattooed chest and down his abs.My face heats, and I glance away from him.
“You owe me.”
“I’m not sucking your dick.”I glare at him.
“I never asked you to, but if you insist, I won’t say no.”He laughs, grabbing himself.My eyes dart to his hand, grasping his rock-hard cock through his pants, and I swallow, wondering if I escaped one horrid situation with Zeke only to run into another.
He smirks but lets his cock go.Instead, he reaches down and grabs my ankle, lifting it.I try to tug away when he arches a brow at me.
He licks his thumb and brushes it over the puncture marks on my ankle.My skin tingles and warms beneath his touch, and I watch in amazement as the wounds close.
He lets me go, and I sit up, looking at my ankle.“How did you do that?”I ask, staring at it.
“My saliva, much like my blood.It hashealing properties.Be careful, your ankle will still be tender, but at least the wounds haveclosed.”
“You can heal people?”
He points to my ankle, and I realize what a stupid question that was to ask when the evidence is right in front of my face.A moment passes when a knock sounds on the door.
Regan peers over at it before turning on his heel, his back straightening as he heads to answer it.
I glance down, ensuring I’m covered, just as he opens the door, and a servant rushes in with a large silver tray.She sets it on the bedside table without even taking a glimpse at me, then she runs out.Regan shuts the door, drawing my attention to him and the tattoos that lace his tan skin.
His abs ripple as he moves around the room while I try to see the tattoos that cover both arms, shoulders, and chest.Before I have a chance to examine him further, he walks into his closet.
