The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate (Ashanti) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 0139
ASHANTI’S POV.
Ashanti, I can feel your desire.” Before I can even consider a response, he grasps my a**and lifts me astride his stomach as he lay back on the bed. I yelp, my eyes rounding and hair falling forward. I flatten my hands on his chest to catch myself.
“I must taste you in full,” he says. “Must drink of your essence.”
I gap at him. “You.. you what?”
He grins as his eyes drop to my exposed p**y. He drags me farther up his chest, covering his skin in my slick. “I want my tongue in your c***t.” My eyes widen.
Oh goddess.
“Wait, wait, wait!” I brace my hands on his shoulders, stopping his progress. “I… You.. You
want me to sit…”
Cheeks blazing, I lift my hands and cover my face. “I’ve never done that…”
Alpha Reagan takes hold of my wrists and guides my arms down, pressing a kiss to each of my palms. I’m sure he can see the uncertainty in my eyes because he says;
“You’ve nothing to be afraid of.” I look down at him. There is pure adoration in his eyes.
Adoration and yearning.
“I’m not scared of you,” I told him. “I’m just… shy.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my p**y.
“You shouldn’t be. I only want to pleasure you.” He slips one of my fingers into his mouth and sucks, the tips of his tongue twirling around it as he slowly withdraws it. “I hunger for you. Thirst for you.” Another aching pulse sweeps through me, followed closely by anticipation. My heart is beating so fast that I wonder if it would sprout wings and fly away.
“Okay.” I nod.
Alpha Reagar on either side, palms my a** with both hands, and tugs me forward until my knees are his head. A shiver courses through me when I feel his warm breath upon my
slick, intimate tie h.
“You are so wet.” Flicking his brown eyes up to mine, he says, “And you are mine.”
His mouth meets my p**y, and I gasp.
Curling his hands around my thighs, he runs the flat of his tongue along my p**y from bottom to top, where its tips brush around my c**
“Reagan!” I rasp as my pelvis twitches with a s** of pleasure. “Oh f**k!” This feels different.
“Exquisite.” He clenches my thighs and holds me firmly in place. His eyes lock with mine as he sweeps his tongue through my folds. He licks, sucks, and nips, leaving no part of me untouched, teasing my c l i t but never giving it his full attention.
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I lean back and brace my arms behind me, gripping his sides. My breath comes in soft pants. With each flick of his hot, delectable tongue, he edges me closer to my peak. I can feel my pleasure coiling tighter. I can feel the pressure building in my core. My skin tingles with awareness, set alight by the overwhelming sensations.
But he pushes me no further. His unwavering, possessive gaze pierces me, holding me in place as securely as his hands.
“Please,” I whisper, undulating my pelvis. “Please Alpha Reagan. If you want me to beg, I’m begging you now. Make me come.” He skims my c**it with the tip of his nose, and I nearly dig down upon it, eager for more. He once more breathes in my scent and hums.
“Not yet. I crave more of you.” Those big hands whisper over my skin, brushing across my belly until they reach my breasts and close over them.
His touch is real, tangible, thrilling, and they massage and caress with all the familiarity of his touch.
I arch my back with a moan as those fingers pinch and twist my nipples.
“I want you writhing.” Alpha Reagan nips my inner thigh with his teeth, forcing another gasp from me, then soothes the sting with his tongue. “I will have you breathless, mindless in your need.” He swirls his tongue around my cl*t, and I nearly s** with the pleasure it brings before. he abruptly pulls away.
“I want you lost to ecstasy, awash in a sea of pleasure. No room for thought, only sensation. Only me.”
Those apparitions flow over my body, touching, soothing, stroking, stimulating every part of me as he grazes my thighs with his fingers.
“Reagan…” I breathe. He growls and laps at my **t, coaxing more liquid heat from me. He thrust his tongue deep into me. “Oh G**d,” I moan, my p**y clenching around it. His tongue pumps ruthlessly, delving ever deeper, and I am helpless but to move with it, craving relief from the maelstrom raging inside me. And his hands continue their tantalising exploration of my body.
Gripping his hair in one hand, I rock my pelvis, needing his tongue deeper, needing more, and soon lose my o sensation.
If I was a spectato:, I would not have recognized the creature I have become in this moment. A Woman of lust, a woman of power, a woman taking pleasure from the Lycan King beneath her, who is so willing to give her everything.
I bounce upon him, grinding against his mouth, and he growls in encouragement, the sound. resonating in my core and fanning the flames burning there.
But it isn’t enough. My body trembles with need for release.
As though hearing my unspoken plea, Alpha Reagan withdraws his tongue, clamps his lips around my c**t, and sucks it into his mouth. Rapture strikes me like a bolt of lightning. My nerves buzz with pure, potent energy, and my muscles seize in white-hot pleasure.
“Reagan!” Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back as sharp, breathy cries tears from my throat and heat floods my core. His tongue strokes my pulsing c**t relentlessly, drawing out my cries and holding me at that peak. He does not allow me to descend, does not allow the sensations to dull even slightly.

I fall forward, planting my palms on the bed as I grind my p**y against his mouth, unable to stop, driven purely by instinct. Alpha Reagan’s hands cup my a** holding me in place and guiding my movements until another burst of pleasure sweeps through me.
I scream, bunching the blanket in my fists as more heat spills from me and runs down my inner thighs, and he drinks from my p**y as though unwilling to waste a drop.
“Please, no more,” I plead when my p**y contracts again. “Enough!”
His hold tightens, and my world flips. I land on my back, c**d by the soft bedding. Before I understand what has happened, he crawls over me, wedging his hips between my thighs. His glowing eyes are dangerous, intense, and fixated upon me.
He grasps my chin and growls,
“I will f*k you tonight.”