Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 52

“Don’t run, don't run!” I whisper when I feel his body start trembling above me; his skin ripplesbefore my eyes, and his face twists as fights the urge to shift. Gnash growls off to my side, and I amcursing myself for even asking for this now. If he kills me, I have no one to blame but myself. Themuscles in his arms flex on either side of my head, and I gulp down my fear. A threatening growlleaves him, and I clench my eyes shut, waiting to be ripped apart by him when he suddenly purrs—opening my eyes when I feel his nose bump mine and my heart hammers in my chest.

“Regan?” I whisper, placing my hand on his chest, and his eyes flicker a few times before turningpitch black, mirroring my horrified fear-filled face back at me. A deep growl vibrates out of me, and Igasp, wondering what kind of monster I have called forward. Yet I'm not wondering long becausethe next second, his lips suddenly slam against mine hungrily, and I freeze. My entire bodycompletely locks up in fear, paralyzing me beneath him. A moment later, I feel his tongue trace theseam of my lips, and he bites the bottom one, nipping at it.

Regan presses his weight on me while all I can think about is that I never agreed to fuck him, yet heis getting awfully close. He growls, kissing me harder, and my lips feel bruised, making me hiss. Themoment my lips part, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he groans lewdly.

My body explodes with tingles, and I squirm beneath him as his tongue brushes mine again. Thetingling sensations rush over every inch of me, warming my skin and making my stomach clench.Hesitantly I kiss him back, my tongue tangling with his gently. Regan growls, and I hesitate only forhim to pull back slightly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

The sensation of his sharp teeth grazing over the delicate flesh makes me moan and shudder.Between my legs throbs in anticipation— of what—I have no idea, but the feeling is addictive. Histouch is igniting something foreign, something sinfully addictive, and it makes me snap my kneestogether at the strange building sensation. Only his body pressing between my legs prevents theaction when I feel his claws slip from his fingers and graze my thigh as he hooks one around hiswaist.

Regan rocks his hips against me, his hands traveling and exploring my body, his touch leavingtingles everywhere his hands graze. One hand sneaks beneath my top, claws caress over myabdomen when he grabs my breast, palming it, while the hand with fingers tangled in my hair fists,and he pulls me closer, kissing me deeper. My entire body feels warm, foreign, and downright dirty.How could something so terrible feel so good? I should be telling him to get off me, yet all I want todo is pull him closer and drown in his touch.

Lost in the feel of his hands on my body, his lips travel down my jaw to my neck, his teeth grazingand teasing the flesh, and I jerk in his grip, making him pull back to look at me. His dark, ominouseyes watch me when the hand grasping my breast moves back down, tracing my skin to my hip. Amoan escapes my lips, the sound exotic to my ears, and deep desire courses through me,overwhelming me.

Regan purrs, and my breath hitches, coming to my senses only to lose them over again when hislips devour mine, tongue leaving no part of my mouth untouched as it tangles with mine, both of usfighting for control, control I let him have. Mainly because I have no idea what I'm doing andsecondly because it wasn't something I was going to win, anyway.

Yet when his lips travel down my jaw, and his body moves lower down mine, and I feel his fingerspluck at the buttons of my pajama top. The next, he cuts through the buttons on my flannelpajamas easily with his deadly sharp claws. However, his claws scraping my flesh is like he tossed abucket of ice over me. I gasp, trying to sit up when I notice he is trying to remove my shirt, and Ipush on his shoulders. If he removes it, he'll see the runes running down my arms.

“Regan, stop!” I plead when he lifts his gaze, only now his eyes are their normal hypnotizing color.“I'll leave your shirt on,” he whispers, dragging his tongue between my breasts.

“I can keep it on?” I ask him lifting my head to look down at him, and his eyes, shadowed by thicklashes, lift to mine. He watches me for a second and nods his head before nipping at the side of mybreast making me hiss, and he stops torturing my sensitive flesh.

"Yes, or I can stop?” he states.

“You can stop?”

“I think so?" He asks me like he wasn't sure, and he’s hoping I would give him the answer he’ssearching for.

“You don't have to show me your scars,” he assures me. If only they were scars. I would have noissue letting him see them. Chewing my lip, I exhale and nod my head, and his lips tug in thecorners. His eyes flicker, and a dark, sinister smile moves across his lips.

“Shouldn't I be touching you?" I ask, falling back against the bed. This was never my intention. Ididn’t want him to touch me, though I kind of don't want him to stop, either.

"Hmm, when I'm done,” he purrs before taking my nipple in his mouth. Sparks explode over mybody as he tugs on it with his teeth, and my back arches, my hand moving to his hair, clutching it.He chuckles, swirling his tongue around it, then letting it go and moving to the other one.

“Regan!” I squirm when he bites the underside of my breast.

“I still have control!” he mumbles against my skin, then runs his tongue over his bite mark. I nod myhead, praying he does when his lips travel lower, his teeth nipping and sucking on my skin when hepresses his lips to my hip, and his fingers grip the waistband of my pants.

I jump, sitting up and trying to pull myself out from under him, when he snarls, making me freezewhen his fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. “Don’t run... don't run..” I whisper to myselfwhen I see his eyes flicker dangerously, and I can’t take my gaze from his deadly one while feelinghis grip on my hips tighten painfully. My heart skips a beat, and fear coils like a spring, twistingtension through every muscle as I watch him tremble. He jerks me closer, and his grip loosensslightly. He moves back down between my legs. My heart palpitates as I peer down at him.“Regan?” I stammer.