Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 53

“How I’ve missed this!” he growls against my skin. He runs his nose across my abdomen, and my

entire body shudders, feeling his warm breath skim across my skin.

“I want to taste you!” he purrs, and I blink at him. My mind is trying to comprehend the words he just

spoke.

“You want to do what? Isn’t that what you were doing?” I ask him, remembering him biting my breast.

He laughs softly and shakes his head; his hands grip my knees, and he presses them into the bed,

spreading my legs. He growls. This was not what I had planned. I never planned on becoming a Lycan

snack.

“Remove them!” he growls, but I shake my head, wondering what he could possibly want them off for.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says the words so calmly; I almost believe them if not for his words a few seconds

ago.

“You can’t taste me. I’m not food.” I tell him, horrified, and he chuckles.

“Are you forgetting the food pyramid because I could debate that statement?” he says. My eyes widen,

and I shake my head, knowing I am at the bottom and being eaten alive was not something I would

consider a nice, quick way to die.

“I don’t eat humans though I will eat you. Take off your pants, Zirah.” he laughs. I shake my head when

he grabs them and rips them off me. I kick him, and he growls, pinning my legs to the bed.

“Gnash!” I shriek, but he only lifts his head, looks at me, and then drops it back on his paws. So much

for his help! My heart hammers in my chest.

“Nothing below the waist!” I remind him of the rules, and my voice comes out more of a shriek. Regan

ignores me, and he kisses my knee, prying my legs apart. His tongue then trails down the inside of my

thigh. My legs tremble against his strong grip as I try to close them, not wanting his face so close to

that area. “I’m chewy like beef jerky! You’ll get food poisoning!” I screech, trying to crawl back up the

bed. He only laughs, holding me in place, and a whimper escapes my lips.

I close my eyes, waiting for the horrendous pain when he takes a bite out of me, and I feel his breath

sweep across my pussy.

“Regan?” I plead, already anticipating the pain if he bites me there. “Hmm,” he hums before pressing

his lips against my slit, and between my legs pulsates where he touches. My eyes open when he

doesn’t bite me, and I lift my head.

I glance down at him, wondering what he is doing when his tongue sweeps between my lower lips, and

I gasp at the thrilling sensation. He does it again, this time, his tongue sweeping over my clit, causing

an embarrassing guttural sound to leave my lips.

His hands grip my thighs, and he tugs on them, wanting me to open them wider. I resist until he flicks

his tongue back over that same spot, and I give him what he wants, letting them fall open. He pins one

to the bed yet hooks the other over his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers pulling on the inside of my thigh and opening me wider to him; the

next second his hot tongue is everywhere, and my hips buck against his face earning a growl from him,

as he holds me in place.

Regan keeps the same tempo as he assaults the spot with his mouth and tongue over and over again,

making my back arch. I didn’t know if I wanted him to keep going or wanted to kick him in the face to

make him stop when heat slivers down my spine and pools in my belly, everything warming when he

sucks on one particular spot, making my eyes roll into my head.

“Regan!” I breathe out, tugging on his hair, trying to pull his face away.

“Come for me!” he growls, sucking harder as the sensation builds; I feel like I’m climbing a steep

precipice when his tongue flicks over the tortured flesh, making me scream. Everything turns white, and

my mind goes completely blank as the sensation sweeps over me, and I am shoved over some

invisible edge.

My hips rock against his face, and my core pulsates, the sensation rolling over me in waves of

euphoria. My muscles spasm, and he slows down, letting me ride out the waves of ecstasy coursing

through me while he adjusts positions. He shoves his tongue inside me, lapping at the juices I can feel

slipping from me and wet the sheet beneath me, his tongue prolonging the feeling.

I blink, feeling dazed as I stare up at the ceiling as the feeling abates, his tongue drawing out the

sensation as he continues lapping at me when a shiver rolls through me, the room suddenly feeling

cold, yet my spine burns where my runes are and so do my arms when he finally stops.

Regan moves, crawling up my body and tugging me to him. He pulls the blanket over us, and my teeth

chatter as that coldness seeps into my bones. Why am I so cold now?

I move closer, trying to steal his warmth when he pinches my chin between two fingers, tilting my face

to his, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and his eyes flicker before he kisses me—forcing his

tongue in my mouth when I finally get what he meant when I can taste myself on his tongue. He tugs

me closer, his body heat warming me as he tucks the blanket higher around me.

I kiss him back, and he groans. My hand goes to his chest, and he tenses, then kisses me harder. After

a few seconds, he pulls away. A deep purring sound emanates from his chest as my fingertips move

lower and my eyes dart to his.

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. The

appendage rock hard when I wrap my fingers around it only for him to grab my hand and his cock

twitches in my grip.

My eyes move to his. “Should I stop?” I ask him, and he looks at me.

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