Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 52

“Don’t run, don’t run!” I whisper when I feel his body start trembling above me; his skin ripples before my eyes, and his face twists as fights the urge to shift. Gnash growls off to my side, and I am cursing myself for even asking for this now. If he kills me, I have no one to blame but myself. The muscles in his arms flex on either side of my head, and I gulp down my fear. A threatening growl leaves 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 turning pitch black, mirroring my horrified fear-filled face back at me. A deep growl vibrates out of me, and I gasp, wondering what kind of monster I have called forward. Yet I'm not wondering long because the next second, his lips suddenly slam against mine hungrily, and I freeze. My entire body completely locks up in fear, paralyzing me beneath him. A moment later, I feel his tongue trace the seam 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 he is getting awfully close. He growls, kissing me harder, and my lips feel bruised, making me hiss. The moment 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. The tingling 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 for him 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. His touch is igniting something foreign, something sinfully addictive, and it makes me snap my knees together at the strange building sensation. Only his body pressing between my legs prevents the action when I feel his claws slip from his fingers and graze my thigh as he hooks one around his waist.

Regan rocks his hips against me, his hands traveling and exploring my body, his touch leaving tingles everywhere his hands graze. One hand sneaks beneath my top, claws caress over my abdomen 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 to do 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 grazing and teasing the flesh, and I jerk in his grip, making him pull back to look at me. His dark, ominous eyes watch me when the hand grasping my breast moves back down, tracing my skin to my hip. A moan 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 his lips devour mine, tongue leaving no part of my mouth untouched as it tangles with mine, both of us fighting for control, control I let him have. Mainly because I have no idea what I’m doing and secondly 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 fingers pluck at the buttons of my pajama top. The next, he cuts through the buttons on my flannel pajamas easily with his deadly sharp claws. However, his claws scraping my flesh is like he tossed a bucket of ice over me. I gasp, trying to sit up when I notice he is trying to remove my shirt, and I push 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 thick lashes, lift to mine. He watches me for a second and nods his head before nipping at the side of my breast making me hiss, and he stops torturing my sensitive flesh.