Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 53

“How I’ve missed this!” he growls against my skin. He runs his nose across my abdomen, and my entire body shudders, feeling his warm breath skim across my skin.

“I want to taste you!” he purrs, and I blink at him. My mind is trying to comprehend the words he just spoke.

“You want to do what? Isn’t that what you were doing?” I ask him, remembering him biting my breast. He laughs softly and shakes his head; his hands grip my knees, and he presses them into the bed, spreading my legs. He growls. This was not what I had planned. I never planned on becoming a Lycan snack.

“Remove them!” he growls, but I shake my head, wondering what he could possibly want them off for.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says the words so calmly; I almost believe them if not for his words a few seconds ago.

“You can’t taste me. I’m not food.” I tell him, horrified, and he chuckles.

“Are you forgetting the food pyramid because I could debate that statement?” he says. My eyes widen, and I shake my head, knowing I am at the bottom and being eaten alive was not something I would consider a nice, quick way to die.

“I don’t eat humans though I will eat you. Take off your pants, Zirah.” he laughs. I shake my head when he grabs them and rips them off me. I kick him, and he growls, pinning my legs to the bed.

“Gnash!” I shriek, but he only lifts his head, looks at me, and then drops it back on his paws. So much for his help! My heart hammers in my chest.

“Nothing below the waist!” I remind him of the rules, and my voice comes out more of a shriek. Regan ignores me, and he kisses my knee, prying my legs apart. His tongue then trails down the inside of my thigh. My legs tremble against his strong grip as I try to close them, not wanting his face so close to that area. “I’m chewy like beef jerky! You’ll get food poisoning!” I screech, trying to crawl back up the bed. He only laughs, holding me in place, and a whimper escapes my lips.

I close my eyes, waiting for the horrendous pain when he takes a bite out of me, and I feel his breath sweep across my pussy.

“Regan?” I plead, already anticipating the pain if he bites me there. “Hmm,” he hums before pressing his lips against my slit, and between my legs pulsates where he touches. My eyes open when he doesn’t bite me, and I lift my head.

I glance down at him, wondering what he is doing when his tongue sweeps between my lower lips, and I gasp at the thrilling sensation. He does it again, this time, his tongue sweeping over my clit, causing an embarrassing guttural sound to leave my lips.