Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 8

The vampire grabs the woman, and I cringe, noticing it is the same one from the stables, Neil, I believe Lina called him. He starts dragging her off while I claw at her dress when he sinks his teeth into the woman's neck. Her blood-curdling screams ring out when arms lock around my waist, ripping me away from her.

The King drags me off her, his grip tight as I am pulled back against his chest. I scream for the woman, thrashing in the vamp's grip, her movements grow weaker and her eyes widen as the monster feeds on her. The women behind us are screaming when I feel the King's grip tighten, stealing the air from my lungs.

He buries his face in my hair, his nose trailing down the column of my neck. I lash out, thrashing harder when he growls, his claws slip out sinking into my ribs and I gasp at the sudden pain. “You won’t fight me.” he growls next to my ear before I feel his claws retract and the piercing pain leaves my ribs.

The vampire tosses the woman aside, her body drained of blood, and completely lifeless, while the women behind me start to sob and I blink at her lifeless body discarded like rubbish.

“You asshole,” I scream when the King’s hand grips my neck, forcing me to look up at him.

“I knew something about you intrigued me,” King Regan chuckles darkly, his eyes flickering to show what sort of beast he is beneath the facade of man.

“I love when they fight. And you’re a fighter, aren’t you, little human.” he purrs, the sound more threatening than intrigued like he claims.

“Fuck you!” I spit at him.

“I may take you up on the offer before I let them kill you,” he snarls, running his tongue across my cheek.

“Your fear is intoxicating. I do hope you survive. I could have so much fun breaking you.” I glare at him before attempting to shove him off, but it is like trying to move a brick wall.

The King laughs before inhaling my scent, his nose skimming across my face. "I must admit, for a human, you smell rather good. I wonder what you taste like, do you taste as enticing as you smell?” he purrs.

“You’ll never find out!” I snap back at him. He growls, turning me to face the audience we have gathered. His hand grabs my breast, making me cry out as he squeezes hard, while the other cups between my legs through the paper thin dress.

“Are you sure about that?” he purrs, squeezing harder, and I grip his wrist.

“Do you think they would stop me if I threw you down and fucked you in the dirt?” he growls. My eyes scan the faces of those present. Malachi looks away as if nothing is happening, the women stare in horror, yet he is right. Not one of the staff made any move at his threat.

“Maybe I will let my men have you when I am done before I let my wolf rip you apart and feast on your innards,” he snarls.

“Brother, come now. Play with your food later.” Zeke calls, and the King huffs.

“You have no control here, not over anything, especially your life, do well to remember that next time. If there is a next time, though, I doubt it very much.” he growls before stepping away from me then shoving me. The other two kings leave and continue back to the castle, while King Regan addresses us.