Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 50

Regan scoffs, then laughs, making me more embarrassed at my word vomit, but I rather touch him than Zeke first if I’m allowed a choice.

“Wait, you’re serious?” he asks. I chew my lip, this is so embarrassing, and I sounded so desperate.

“I can’t sleep with you,” Regan states.

“I didn’t ask to sleep with you!” My face heats even more at what he suggested. Yet it makes me wonder if he wants to because why did his mind instantly go there? I meant to touch him, not fuck him!

Regan sits up, leaning on one elbow.

“What are you asking for then?” he questions, looking at me rather confused. Oh, don’t make me say it!

“I…” Sighing, I stop feeling humiliated enough. Since when did I find myself so nervous about speaking?

“Zirah?” Regan snarls; I cover my face with my hands, too embarrassed to ask him with him staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“You said you can’t sleep with me, but you can do other stuff?” I ask him.

“You want me to touch you?” he laughs.

A gasp leaves my lips, and I shoot up, looking at him. “What? No! I wanted to touch you?” I blurt out. He watches me for a second like I’m some alien he can’t figure out and falls back on the bed with a heavy sigh.

“Is that a no?” I ask him, and he averts his gaze back to glare at the roof.

“No!”

“So I can?” I ask him.

“No!” So which is it, yes or no? I huff out a breath and drop back down on my pillow, also staring at the ceiling. Well, this just got awkward!

“I don’t think it is a good idea, Zirah. I’m not human.” Regan speaks after a moment.

“Neither is Zeke and you and I both know he’ll do something horrid to me,” I tell him, feeling a little rejected, which is stupid because I can’t stand the man. He is just more tolerable than his jerk brothers.

“I’m not like Zeke!” he states.

“Exactly, you’re not a fucking monster, at least not the same kind of monster!” I tell him, and he rolls on his side quickly to face me, pulling my attention to him.

“No, I’m worse. Do you think this is some joke? I let you touch me? I might lose control and mark you. Yesterday, I nearly did.” he snaps at me, looking away.

“What?” I squeak.

“That’s how they die. When I mark them, it poisons them. I can’t help it. I have no control over it! And the more I am around you, the stronger your scent is getting. It’s driving me nuts. Being this close to you, I don’t know if I want to kill you or fucking mate you! And you want to take that chance?” he growls angrily. He sneers at me and shakes his head.