Page 50 of Lycan King's Claim
“What's wrong?” he repeats, his eyes scanning my face.
“Nothing's wrong, I just want you,” I answer breathlessly.
His brow arches slightly, doubt flickering in his eyes. “I can read you better than that.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, dragging his body closer. He groans, rocking his hips against me. “You're lying, I can feel it,” he growls, a hint of challenge in his voice.
I lift my head, cutting off whatever he was about to say with a fervent kiss. “You're trying to deflect,” he murmurs against my lips, a tease in his tone.
I bite his lip, drawing a bead of blood. His eyes widen in surprise, but there's a heated glint there. “Stop talking and just fuck me,” I whisper fiercely, my voice laced with urgency.
He pulls back slightly, studying the bite mark. “You bit me?” His grip on my wrists is both a restraint and a caress.
I arch into him, a desperate whimper escaping my lips. “Seems like I did,” I breathe, my tone playful.
His lips are back on mine in an instant, consuming and fierce. The warmth of his touch sears through the fabric, making my body respond with an intensity I've never felt before.
“You're playing a dangerous game,” he murmurs, his lips brushing down my jawline to my neck, nipping and teasing every inch of my skin.
“Maybe I want to play,” I retort, breathless, lost in the sensations he's creating.
His chuckle is low, filled with promise. “Oh, trust me, you have no idea what you're asking for.”
“Then show me,” I challenge, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He pauses, his eyes searching mine for a long moment.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he murmurs, before descending once more, intent on showing me exactly what I've been missing.
His hands roam over my body; hungry and demanding, as if they can’t get enough of me. My skin blazes beneath his touch, igniting every nerve ending. His lips leave mine, traveling down my jaw to my neck, nipping and licking, his teeth graze my collarbone just as his hands tear away the flimsy silk of my nightie. His mouth latches around my nipple, making me arch into him.
His mouth moves lower, burning a hot trail of searing kisses across my stomach, as he heads south. My body trembles with anticipation, and I bite down hard on my lip to remain still while his tongue traces circles around my navel.
With each pass of his lips and tongue, an electrifying shudder runs through me until I finally surrender completely to his touch. His hands skillfully creep up the inside of both thighs, sending bursts of pleasure coursing through me as he nears closer. My breaths become labored, and unexpectedly, I’m lost in the moment. My hips lift of their own accord, and my hand grips his hair, urging him lower and lower.
He chuckles against me, knowing that he's driving me to the edge of madness. “Xandros…” I breathe, his name leaving my lips like a prayer.
His eyes glow as he watches me, like a predator about to devour its prey. His hands grip my thighs, pulling my thighs apart, and his tongue teases as it traces along the inside of my thigh to my knee. Slowly he sits up, removing his tank top and tossing it aside, and I sit up, my lips going to his chest while my fingertips trail down his abs to the waistband of his pants.
Claws slipping out, they rake his flesh, destroying his boxers and carving up his skin. His fingers find my hair, tangling my violet locks around his fingers. He jerks my head back. Once again, he seems unsure of my actions, his eyes watching me with an intensity that makes me squirm both in fear and anticipation. My fingers graze his cock, my hand wraps around his hardened length, and he groans, looking down. With a growl, he shoves me back, and I sit up on my elbows, watching him.
“I don't know what's got into you, but you're hiding something,” he accuses. And I am, but right now, my secrets I'll keep, and he must see that defiance on my face because he climbs off the end of the bed. “Xan--” I am about to growl when he grips my thighs, yanking me down to the edge of the bed. “I will let it go tonight, but tomorrow you'll tell me,” he warns, dropping to his knees. His warm breath fans across my heated skin. The next, his tongue sweeps between my lower lips to my clit. He swirls his tongue around the swollen flesh, teasing and flicking. My eyes roll into my head as he devours me, spreading me wider and leaving no crease unexplored. My hips rock against his mouth, and his teeth graze my clit in warning, but I ignore it when he bites me.
My hips buck against his mouth at the sudden, sharp sting. “Hold still,” he growls while his eyes peer back at me as he lowers his mouth back to my throbbing core. His tongue flickers against me, each pass more electrifying than the last, until I finally surrender completely to his touch.
Every movement sends shockwaves through me as his mouth explores my body with a passion unparalleled to anything I've ever experienced before. All thoughts are suddenly gone as an unstoppable wave of pleasure overcomes me, and I'm unable to catch my breath from the crushing force of it all.
In seconds, the room is spinning, and Xandros has moved on top of me once again--his face hovering above mine, so close that only a whisper separates us. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me before his mouth crashes hard into mine. He kisses me hungrily as he moves over me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He hovers over me, his eyes never leaving mine as he enters me slowly. My breath catches at the sensation, and his lips curl into a satisfied smile. He moves in and out of me, his rhythm increasing until I'm panting and clutching at his shoulders.
His thrusts become more urgent as he drives me closer to the edge again. I cry out as my orgasm hits me, only this time, he follows, spilling himself inside me. He collapses beside me, his chest heaving as he pulls me into his arms. We lay there, our breathing finally slowing, and the beat of his heart beats softly against my ear. “I love you,” he whispers as my eyes grow heavy, I nod, not knowing what else to say. Saying it back feels wrong, given the decision I've made, so instead, I let my eyes fall as we drift off to sleep.
26
As morning light filters through the curtains, I awake to find myself naked and nestled in Xandros' arms. My phone beeps on the bedside table, startling him awake with a groan. I reach over to check it and see a message from Tasha asking me to call her. Xandros peers over my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.
“You can invite her here if you'd like,” he says, his voice rough with sleep. “I don't really want you out and about until Vin is caught.”
“Okay,” I reply, sending Tasha a message saying I'd call her later, and Xandros lies back down. She responds instantly, telling me that the witch is in town, and I feel a flicker of hope, yet sadness pang within me. This could be my chance to break free of the life I never wanted.
