The Lycan’s Rejected Mate
Chapter 17

Anaiah's POV

King Leondre grabs one of my breasts, his lips still against my skin and I feel wet between my core.

"Ah, ah," An embarrassing moan leaves my mouth. I can feel his smirk against my soft skin.

"Baby," He says huskily in my ear. He appears in front of me, grabbing gently and putting me on the border. I bite my bottom lips and stare at this heavenly man, as he takes me in, he doesn't smile but I see approval in his intimidating gaze. He parts my legs and dives in to s**k my p***y

"Oh... my," My breath hitches as he thrust in me with his tongue. I grab hold of his hair and concentrate on the pleasure I'm feeling. I'm breathing heavily as his thrusts are deeper, I call his name as I c*m all over him. He looks up at me and kisses my lips. "You're so delicious," He mutters and lifts me, we share a deep kiss. I'm eager to have him in me, to bury himself in me.

"I want you," Within seconds, he takes me to the bedroom. I don't let go until I feel the sheets against my back. He hovers over me and takes off his shirt, showing me his eight-pack. I caress his chest with my fingers and he brings them to his lips, kissing each one of the sensually. I look deep into his eyes and thank the Moon Goddess for this man, for wanting me the way he does, and for accepting me as his mate.

I chew on my lips as I appreciate him and that's it, all self-control leaves him and he crashes his lips against mine, he somehow pulls down his boxers without detaching himself from me. He enters me slowly and I hiss in pain as he is met with a block. He seals my cry with a kiss.

"Breath, love," He instructs. I nod and close my eyes. He continues to try until he buries himself fully within my p***y. He stays still, I'm panting hard and a few tears escape my eyes.

He slowly pulls out and in, I grip his back tightly, my nails digging in his skin and I smell blood. As he moves, the pain is replaced by pleasure and slowly and shyly I rotate my hips, meeting his pace.

Our voices of pleasure fill the room as the Lycan King pounds in me like a man possessed. His lips brush against my marking spot and I moan.

"Ah! Baby," he moans.

"More, more!" I beg and he obliges, moving in and out faster, at this point, the pack house can hear us but we don't give a damn. "Leon," I scream as I reach my o****m.

He continues to thrust in me relentlessly until he releases in me with a groan. He stays in me for a long time, kissing my collarbone and then my neck. I caress the back of his hair and kiss his chest. We are panting and trying to get back to reality after our wild and passionate s*x.

"I love you," He whispers, caressing my face with his fingers. I stiffen at his words, is this a dream? Did he just say that to me? He sounded so sure. Do I love him? I don't know but my feelings for him are profound and I'm fond of him.

He accepted me when no one could, he picked me up when I was broken. While in my thoughts, I feel his breath even, he's sleeping. I kiss his nose and sleep next to him. I had a good sleep, I dreamt about my mate, and the wonderful life we'll have together.