Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 47

Zeke only has on some blue and white plaid flannel pants, his chest is bare when I notice he too has similar markings to Regan. Regan’s tattoos are of various symbols that I now recognize represent his betrayal of Litha; a Lycan head with a Kings crown up in flames is etched across his chest and down his back is a faceless woman burning. I know the tattoos were used to try to cover the runes that glow beneath in reverse, however nothing was removing the taint on them that Litha branded into their flesh.

Zeke’s tattoos cover his arms and bleeding into his shoulders, now I can see them. I try to figure out what his tattoos represent. Up one arm are multiple skulls that go from his wrist to his shoulder. Woven around them are rose vines reminding me of the ones in the maze along with snakes, they weave in out of the skulls before the biggest snake head rests atop the last skull, mouth open wide with blackened eyes, inside the snake's mouth is an apple. However, just like Regan's tattoos, the picture etched into his skin burns in flames and reversed runes.

Seeing him, it makes me wonder if Lyon has tattoos to represent how he is cursed. But what I want to know is how Zeke betrayed Litha. Wasn’t he dying and she saved him, so why does he share the same reversed runes?

“If you’re done gawking at me, Love. I have come to ensure you’re sticking to the rules!” Zeke says stepping closer.

“I’m already done!” I tell him, trying to push past him, but Zeke blocks my way pressing me back against the sink basin. He grips the back of my neck forcing me to crane my neck back. I grit my teeth and Regan growls behind him.

“Zeke! Let her go!” Regan snarls behind him.

“I came to see proof!” Zeke laughs and I clench my teeth.

“She’s already finished; you missed the show!” Regan tells him. “Now get out of my room!”

Zeke glances at him over his shoulder before letting my neck go and grabbing my hands, finding them both wet. He presses them to his bare chest, running them down to abs and I swallow whole. He smirks deviously, his eyes flickering. He growls, pressing closer so I can feel his entire body press against mine, my hand awkwardly bent as he still grips them when he smiles. Leaning back I try to escape him but he just leans forward, leaving me nowhere to go.

“I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you have your hands wrapped around my cock!” He laughs letting my hands go before one hand grips my face, squeezing tightly. I try to shove him off but he forces his knees between my legs pinning to the sink basin.

Using his other hand he traces his thumb across my lips and I try to press my lips together however Zeke pinches my cheeks harder and forces two fingers into my mouth until I gag and retch when they hit the back of my throat.

“Hmm, I think I would prefer the sound of you gagging around my cock!” he growls next to my ear while I try to shove him away.

“Fuck’s sake Zeke get off her!” Regan snarls and hits the wall. I hear him stand, the sound of water splashing the floor. Zeke then laughs, and Regan snatches a towel growling at him and Zeke quickly lets me go and saunters out of the bathroom. I glare at his back and watch him walk out the bedroom door then rush over to lock it. Hearing a whimper, I spot Gnash at my feet, watching me.

“He won’t come back, and he knows better than to break my door down.” King Regan states, coming out with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I avert my gaze, moving toward the couch, hoping he doesn’t immediately want to go to bed. Just a few minutes more before I have to lie next to one monster that will be responsible for my death if I can’t escape tomorrow night.

Luck is not on my side when I see Regan come out of his closet with just his boxer shorts on.

“Want to go back to your room to get changed and shower?” He asks, and I peer over at him.

“You can take Gnash or I can come with you?”

“Gnash is fine,” I answer, and he nods. Getting up, I rush back to my room with Gnash and find some winter pajamas. They’re checkered and made of flannel, and not see-through! Showering quickly, I step out of the shower and get dressed. After stalling as long as possible and moving at a snail’s pace, I reluctantly leave the room. Stepping into the corridor, Zeke is leaning against the wall.

“I was wondering if you would come out. Though I am a little upset you did, I was looking forward to dragging you out and punishing you.” Ignoring him, I shove past him, only for him to fling me into the wall and cage me against it. Gnash snaps at him and Zeke holds his hands up, taking a step back.

“I can’t wait until you’re in my bed, the fun we’ll have!” He taunts, and my stomach sinks at the thought.