Page 17 of Prey of the Lycan Queen
“What’s your point? This is my room, go. Unless you want to watch?” Regan chuckles darkly. Lyon glares at him, his eyes moving to me, and I raise an eyebrow at Regan, who openly taunts his brothers over my mark being on his neck.
“Why would you bring a cupcake?” Zeke laughs, but I am ravenous, so I pluck the container from Regan’s hand, pop the lid open, and pull out an icing-covered cupcake. “In case I had to bribe her to see my wolf. What girl doesn’t like cake?” Lyon says as I go to bite into it, but then I pause.
“You aren’t trying to poison me, are you?” Regan leans down and takes a bite of my cupcake. “Hey!” I snarl at him, and he licks his lips.
“Not poisoned,” he winks. I huff, biting into the giant cupcake, or what’s left of it.
“Yeah, I would have let him visit for this. Take notes, Zeke,” I tell him while eating the rest of the cupcake.
“See?” Lyon states smugly.
“Okay, you’ve fed her and pet your wolves, now fuck off!” Regan says, but neither of them leave. “Fine, voyeur away then,” Regan states, but he seems unsure. There is nervous energy radiating from his aura. Something has upset him, and I know it is more than his brothers invading his room. He’s been off since the encounter with his uncle.
“Well, I am not complaining about watching. Commence.” Zeke twirls his hand in the air and laughs, and I watch Hunter for a moment as he stretches across Zeke’s lap, enjoying the scratches.
“Fine with me!” Regan growls and pounces on me. His lips crash against mine hungrily, but I pull away, my face flaming with embarrassment.
“Regan!” I breathe, yet his lips don’t stop. Instead, he moves down, hungrily devouring the skin along my neck and collarbone before forcing his way between my legs. “Stop, your brothers are right there,” I tell him, and he groans.
“So, I only have you for a few more hours since you’re going to see Kelly.”
“Wait, you’re not coming with me?” I ask.
He leans on his elbows, looking down at me. “Do you want me to go with you?”
I sigh but nod. Something about traveling outside the castle on my own right now leaves me feeling uneasy.
“I will go then,” he says.
“There’s still the task of traveling to your kingdoms. But if I do this, it will be on my terms, and Regan will accompany me.” I look toward Zeke. “And I am doing this solely for Regan so I can at least say I tried with his brothers before I let them drop dead. He won’t be able to blame me if I at least try.” Regan sighs and drops his head onto my shoulder.
“No,” Zeke says abruptly. “If we are to finish the trials and you’re going to come to our kingdoms, it should be how our father intended. Alone with each of us for a week. No outside interference.”
“Fuck your father’s rules. I am not going anywhere with you alone,” I tell him, and he rises from his armchair, wandering closer. Regan grips my arms before I decide to singe Zeke’s ass.
“You’ll have Gnash,” Regan tells me.
“And Hunter and Shadow. You’re perfectly safe, Zirah,” Zeke says, crawling onto the bed. Regan growls at him. “You just have to choose whose kingdom you’re visiting first,” Zeke purrs, leaning down. I pull away from him, and his eyes sparkle mischievously. “You’re my mate too,” Zeke purrs.
“I will scorch your ass if you try to force me to fuck you,” I snarl.
“Who said anything about forcing you? I am well aware of the power that runs through your veins. We will have to learn to share you eventually.”
I scoff at his words, but his lips crash into mine, cutting off the noise that leaves me. His tongue invades my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair. I bite his lip, hard, and his blood floods my mouth. He groans and pulls away as his eyes flash dangerously, but so do Regan’s, and Zeke lets out a deafening growl.
“Zeke,” Lyon scolds.
“You can always join us, Lyon,” Zeke tells him. When Zeke notices my death glare, he sighs and shakes his head. “Come on, Zirah. You can’t deny the mate bond. I know you feel it. You can hate me, curse me, but you are mine just as much as I am yours,” he purrs, leaning closer again. He is right, his aura radiates toward me, but that doesn’t mean that I can forget the things he’s done so easily.
“It’s up to you. You have the power to control us. We can be yours totally if you allow us.” Zeke sounds so calm and sure of himself despite the fire I see burning in his aura.
“You’re right. I do have the power, Zeke. I have more than you can comprehend. So I would pick your next move carefully, for it might be your last,” I warn him.
He laughs but pulls away and leans against the headboard. “I don’t mind watching.” He winks at me.
“See?” Regan purrs, swallowing any words I was planning to say. How do I stop this? It is the bond’s doing. It won’t leave me alone. My body aches for them all.
They are both near, but they don’t try to push the bond anymore. Regan’s lips travel lower again, allowing me to catch my breath. He grips my thighs before his hands trail beneath his long shirt that I’m wearing as a dress.
