Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings -
Chapter 40
Regan says nothing for a second and instead watches me before finally, he speaks breaking thestrange tension that moves between us. “I hate witches for many reasons. None that concern you,”he says coldly.
I press my lips in a line before returning to the breakfast laid out for us so I can leave to shower andget dressed. Reaching over, I grab something that I thought was a form of bread but replace it quitesquishy and covered in some sticky substance.
“It's a pancake!” Regan says. I glance at him to replace him with a smug smile on his face.
“I knew that!” I snap at him, scooping it up. I fold the strange soft bread in half, and the gooeysubstance coating it drips from the end. It only takes me a second to realize it is some sort of nectar,or maybe it's Honey. Taking a bite of it, Honey coats my tongue along with something delicious thatI have never tasted before. I pull back to look at it, studying the sticky amber-colored liquid.
"You are a terrible liar!” King Regan laughs and leans forward, and I jerk my hand back. He's notstealing my new favorite food, pancake! He laughs harder when suddenly my hand is engulfed by awarm mouth and slippery tongue. I jump when Gnash steals it, nearly taking my hand with it.“Gnash!” I scold, and he tilts his head to the side, his front paws resting on the arm of the chair I'msitting on. “I was enjoying that!” I huff, and he slobbers it down and licks his lips like he is waiting foranother pancake.
"Here, you can have mine.” King Regan says, and I look at him. He grabs the other plate and looks atGnash. “Down, boy, let her eat!” he scolds, and Gnash whines but rushes over to the bed and jumpsup on it, making himself comfortable. Chuckling I turn my attention back to our breakfast whenRegan sits the hot plate in my lap. He then reaches for the napkin and unrolls it, revealing a knifeand fork. I did think it was odd that the servant expected a King to eat with his hands and fingers,but who was I to question it?
I devour my food, pretty much inhale it and leave nothing on my plate, though I regret it now. Therewere maybe ten huge pancakes, but they were too good to pass up and far better than the damperwe used to make at the caves.
Groaning, I lean back in my armchair, resting my head on the back of it, my belly aching. Bringingmy hand up, I rub my hand over my stomach. “Ah, why did I eat so much?” I groan, and King Reganlaughs. I lift my head to see him drink the last of his coffee. He sets the mug on the tray andwatches me back.
After a few seconds, his staring and wandering eyes make me uncomfortable. I shiver from the icybreeze or maybe from his intense gaze holding mine; I'm unsure. Yet when his lips tug in the cornersand his eyes flicker, I glare at him.
“What is your problem, you've done nothing but stare at me?” I snap at him, and he smirks.“Nothing, I've just been enjoying the view!” he laughs, and I scoff. “You hate humans and you hateme!” I tell him, and he shrugs.
“That doesn’t mean you don't have nice breasts.” he chuckles. My brows furrow in confusion.“Should have accepted the robe because I'm not sure if I want to give it to you now,” he saystauntingly.
“Though I'm sure I can be persuaded.” he snickers, leaning forward and resting his elbows on hisknees.
"What are you on about?” I retort, and his eyes flash to my chest. His lips part and I see the baresthint of his sharp canines that are usually hidden from sight.
“The front of your top is sheer, human,” he taunts, and I glance down, wondering what the heck heis talking about.
“No, it's not. It is white and black!” I rack my brain for the color, sheer, but I don’t remember hearingthat one, though I swear I've heard the word before and just can't remember the context.
King Regan laughs, and I glare at him, wanting to know what the stupid game is that he is playing.“Your top is see-through; I can see your breasts!” he states, and I gasp, looking down in a panic,hoping the arms aren't see-through, but those are black when I notice my pinkish hard nipplespoking out on my chest. I gasp, jumping to my feet and snatching the robe, only for King Regan toseize my wrist.
He yanks me onto his lap, making me shriek in panic.
I land on top of him, and he manhandles me, hauling me on top of him so I am straddling him.“I've changed my mind. If you want the robe, I want something in return since you spent all ofbreakfast taunting me.” He purrs next to my ear while gripping my hips. He rocks me against him,and I feel the massive bulge pressing between my legs. I gasp and push on his shoulders.
“The rules state you can't fuck me!” I snap at him.
"Yes, we can't fuck you unless we have permission!” Regan clarifies, and I freeze.
"And you think I will give you permission?” I scoff, trying to climb off him. He grabs my ass,squeezing it and holding me in place.
My head turns in Gnashes direction in a panic when I feel Regan'’s breath sweep across my neck,making me freeze. “Don't look at him. Gnash won't attack me, human. He knows I have no intentionof hurting you!” Regan purrs before brushing his nose across my face to my ear while inhaling myscent. He groans, pulling me closer.
“Fuck, why do you smell so good to me?” he growls, pressing his face into the crook of my neck."You still can't touch me below the waist!” I snap, gripping his hands on my ass and peeling hisfingers back. He growls, letting me go and sitting back in his chair. I remain frozen like a deercaught in lights.
“You have pants on,” Regan states, hooking his finger into the waistband, he toys with it, tugging onit then looks away from me; I reach for his robe, but he grabs it. I expect him to toss it away or notallow me to use it when he flings it around me, draping it over my shoulders.
I rush to slip my arms into it, but when I try to clutch it closed, his hand moves, palming my breast. Ipeer down at his hand, and he squeezes it, then brushes his thumb over my hardened nipplethrough my shirt.
I grip his wrist, my hand trembling, knowing how easily he could kill me if I anger him. He sighs, hishand dropping to my hip, and he leans back, his eyes on my see-through top. His actions mostlyconfuse me but also petrify me. However, his actions I still replace to be odd, considering usually hecan't bear to be near me.
Biting down on my lip, I move to climb off his lap when his hand tightens on my hip, making melook at him. “Just remain there for a second; I promise I won't touch you again, but if you moveright now, I may attack you because my senses are going berserk.” He grits his teeth.
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