Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 81

Before I can climb off him, he pulls me back into position. He sits up with me, clutching me to him while 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 grip my 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 sink down, but once again, the pain causes me to freeze halfway as the burning stretch becomes too much. 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. "Or what about when Zeke whipped you?” he purrs, and my gums ache as my canines elongate at his words.

“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 growl escaping my lips.

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

"There's that fire, the woman who bows down to no man because she knows she's above them.” His lips 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 to prove. 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 and wanting more.

Our moans and growls of pleasure mix with the sound of the storm outside, the thunder and lightning echoing the intensity of our passion. We fight for dominance, each trying to assert control over 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 when my muscles tense and spasm, the world around me becomes lost to the sensation that rises in me.