Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Prey Of The Lycan Queen Chapter 6

Before I can climb off him, he pulls me back into position. He sits up with me, clutching me to himwhile I hiss at the sudden pain, not expecting it to be so intense.

"It will hurt, Zirah, but not for long,” he whispers, his voice soft but firm.

“Just do it then,” I snarl at him.

“I don't want to hurt you.”

"I don't care, do it," I reply, my voice shaking as my legs tremble, pushing against his hands that gripmy hips, holding me in place.

He repositions me above him. “No, if you want it, take it, Z," he growls while I grit my teeth and sinkdown, but once again, the pain causes me to freeze halfway as the burning stretch becomes toomuch. I try to climb back off him, but he holds my hips firmly, not allowing me to.

"Breathe, Z," he urges, nipping at my neck.

I shake my head, the pain almost too much to bear. Regan tries to calm me down, yet when he fails,the fool decides it's better to mock me.

"Did it hurt as much as when you burned at the stake?" he taunts, making me growl in anger. "Orwhat about when Zeke whipped you?” he purrs, and my gums ache as my canines elongate at hiswords.

"What about when I turned my back on you and left you with Zeke?"

Fueled by the anger his words evoke, I sink all the way down on him, a menacing, unhinged grow!escaping my lips.

Regan groans, "Seems I am your weakness after all, Z. But that's okay because you're also mine." Hepurrs, then gently kisses me. When he pulls away, he grabs my face, brushing his thumbs across mycanines.

"There's that fire, the woman who bows down to no man because she knows she’s above them.” Hislips crash against mine, teeth and tongue clashing when he pulls away.

"Now, show me who's in charge.” His eyes sparkling with the challenge I am more than eager toprove. Our bodies crash together like waves against the shore.

With a growl, I sink lower onto him, our pelvis flush, taking him deep within me. Our bodies joined,fueled by anger and passion, a dance of control and surrender that leaves us both breathless andwanting more.

Our moans and growls of pleasure mix with the sound of the storm outside, the thunder andlightning echoing the intensity of our passion. We fight for dominance, each trying to assert controlover the other, our bodies a battleground of desire and rage.

As the pleasure mounts, it becomes impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.Our bodies and souls entwined in a connection that transcends our anger and betrayal. And whenmy muscles tense and spasm, the world around me becomes lost to the sensation that rises in me.My walls flutter and clench around him, making him groan when some primal urge overrideseverything else as I finally reach the peak. It's as if the world outside ceases to exist, leaving only theraw, primal energy. And I sink my teeth into his neck.

His blood washes over my tongue, the coppery taste overwhelming my senses, and I sputter, tryingto pull away when he fists my hair. Tears burn my eyes at what I've done when he groans, spillinghimself inside me.

“I'm yours now. I always was, Z. And there is no one else I would rather belong to,” Regan tells me,his fingers skating over the nape of my neck gently.

“Don't reject it. Let go, Love. Your mark won't stick if you refuse it,” he tells me, and I realize he istelling me this, so the choice is ultimately mine.

I can still pull away and reject the mark I am giving him, yet some part of me doesn’t want to. Somepart of me knows undoubtedly that he was always going to be mine.

With that thought in mind, I sink my teeth into him deeper, feeling his soul merge and tangle withmine, shackling him to me. The bond snaps into place, and I am flooded with his emotions, hissadness, longing, fear but most of all, his love.

I pull my teeth from his neck and look down at him. His thumb brushes my lips. “And if I refuse yourbrothers?” I ask him.

“Then they die,” he tells me. My brows furrow when I feel it, the bond wrapping around every atomin my body, slivering under my skin like a serpent. But that is not all I feel, I feel his curse break, andmy brows furrow.

"How?" I murmur.

“You're the seven virtues. You choose when we are redeemed, but first, we have to prove it,” my lipspurse at his words, unsure.

“But you haven't proven anything,” I tell him. He grabs my hand, placing it on his chest.

“I proved I can love,” he whispers, “And now my fate is in your hands, just like my heart. You canreject us at any time, which would kill us. Can't you feel it?” he asks. The moment he speaks thewords I do, that extra bump, it's hard to explain and incomprehensible. It shouldn't be possible, butI feel it right there in my chest.

“My life force is tied to yours,” he whispers.

“But why would you tell me that? Tell me I have the power to still kill you. Tell me I can reject you?”“Because I want you to see me as worthy, Zirah. If not, then I don't deserve you,” he purrs, tuggingme down on him. He rolls on his side, tucking me against him.

Yet as we lie entangled in each other's arms, I can't help but wonder if we've only added fuel to thefire that threatens to consume us both. Only time will tell, but for now, I replace a small measure ofcomfort in the darkness of Regan's embrace.