Page 75 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
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.
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“What do I do?”I ask, and his fingers mold around my hand.He moves my hand up and down his hard length, and he groans.He then lets my hand go, and I mimic the movements, feeling him twitch in my hand.
“Fuck, your hands are so small,” he groans.
“I don’t think it’s my hands that are small.This thing is huge,” I tell him.
He laughs.“They’re small compared to mine,” he tells me when I feel his body tense, and his voice grows deeper.“Zirah, either you have to stop or talk to me,” he growls out through clenched teeth, and as Gnash jump to his feet, my hand stops hesitantly.
Not wanting to stop, I try to think of something to say when I wriggle, sitting up slightly and pressing my lips to his softly.His eyes snap open.He watches me warily for a second, and I lean down to kiss him again.He remains so still that I begin to hesitate.
When I move to pull away, he grips the back of my neck, forcing my lips down on his.My tongue brushes his, and he groans, thrusting into my hand, making me gasp when I feel his hips move against my hand movements.
“Can I taste—”
“No, Zirah, maybe next time, not this time.I am barely holding it together,” he whispers, and I nod, glancing over my shoulder, butGnash sits down.
“Next time?”I ask him.
“If you want.”
I nod my head before realizing there won’t be a next time because I won’t be here tomorrow, but that is quickly forgotten when he rolls into me, his lips crashing against mine hungrily.My hand loses its grip on him, and he rocks his hips against me.
“I want to fuck you!”He growls, and I freeze, feeling his cock against my thigh.He rocks his hips against me, and my heart races in my chest.“But I won’t.I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs as his lips trail across my jaw.
His hand moves between our bodies, and he fists his cock, running it between my folds, making me groan, then he turns awkwardly.
His lips latch onto my nipple, and he tugs on it, sucking on the hardened bud.I rock my hips against him without meaning to, and he growls, biting down on it and making me hiss.
“Don’t tempt me, stay still, Z,” he growls, and I grip his shoulder while he strokes himself against me, still teasing me with his tongue.My hand grips his hair tighter with each drag across my over sensitive flesh.The next second, he pries my fingers from his hair and pins my wrist to the bed.His lips crash down on mine.His tongue forces its way past my lips as he kisses me deeply and groans into my mouth.
A second later, he curses, pulling away and dropping his head onto my shoulder.Something warm and wet coats my stomach.His hand moves slowly as his body trembles above me, and his breath fans my neck when pain slithers up my arm, searing into my flesh.Regan lets out a shaky breath then sniffs the air.His head lifts abruptly, and he looks at me in panic.
“What is it?”I ask when he sits up.He lets go of my wrist that is pinned above my head to the bed, and his eyes zero in on it.Glancing up, I see my flannel shirt sleeve is soaked with blood.I try to figure out what happened when Regan snatches my wrist.
My eyes widen when he moves to rip the sleeve up.“I’m sorry.I’ll heal it.”he murmurs.
“No!”I jerk my arm away, clutching it to my chest.
“Z, you’re bleeding, and badly!My claws got you.”
“I’m fine.I’ll bandage it!”I tell him, and he ignores me, reaching for my wrist.
“No!”I scream, jerking away.His eyes darken and narrow, watching me like a predator stalking its prey.He clenches his jaw before climbing off me.
“I’ll get you a towel to clean up and send for something to wrap your wrist,” he says, storming away from me.
When he returns, he tosses a towel at me, and I snatch it, wipe his semen off my stomach, and sit up.Reaching for my pants that have claw holes in them, Regan snatches them off the ground and pushes me back on the bed.He kneels next to me and slips them over my feet.
I grip his shoulder with my good hand and lift my butt, letting him pull them up.No sooner than he does, Amy, the same servant from yesterday, rushes in with a first aid kit.Regan moves away from me, and she moves closer.She immediately stops in her tracks when she spots me, my shirt torn open and blood drenching the sleeve.Her eyes nervously dart around the room, stopping on Regan, who moves aside and watches her.
