Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 54

“What do I do?” I ask him, and his fingers mold around my hand. He moves my hand up and down his hard length and he groans. He then let my hand go, and I mimicked the movements, feeling it twitch in my hand.

“Fuck, your hands are so small,” he groans.

“I don’t think it’s my hands that are small, just this thing is huge,” I tell him.

He laughs. “They’re small compared to mine,” he tells me when I feel his body tense and hear his voice change, turning deeper.

“Zirah, either you have to stop or talk to me,” he growls out through clenched teeth when I see Gnash jump to his feet, my hand stops and I look at Regan hesitantly.

Not wanting to stop, I try to think of something to say when I wriggle, sitting up slightly and pressing my lips to his softly. His eyes snap open. He watches me warily for a second when I lean down to kiss him again, yet he remains still making me hesitate.

When I move to pull away he grips the back of my neck, forcing my lips down on his. My tongue brushes his, and he groans, thrusting into my hand, making me gasp when I feel his hips move against my hand movements.

“Can I taste–”

“No, Zirah, maybe next time, not this time. I am barely holding it together,” he whispers, and I nod glancing over my shoulder but Gnash sits down.

“Next time?” I ask him.

“If you want?” I nod my head before realizing there won’t be a next time because I won’t be here tomorrow but that is quickly forgotten when he rolls into me, his lips crashing against mine hungrily. My hand loses its grip on him, and he rocks his hips against me.

“I want to fuck you!” He growls and I freeze, feeling his cock against my thigh. He rocks his hips against me and my heart races in my chest.

“But I won’t, I don’t want to hurt you.” He murmurs as his lips trail across my jaw when I feel his hand move between our bodies, he fists his cock, running it between my folds to my clit making me groan, he then turns awkwardly.

His lips latch onto my nipple, and he tugs on it, sucking on the hardened bud. I rock my hips against him without meaning to, and he growls, biting down on it and making me hiss.

“Don’t tempt me, stay still, Z,” he growls out and I grip his shoulder while he strokes himself while teasing me with his tongue while my hand clutches his hair. The next second, he prises my fingers from his hair and pins my wrist to the bed. His lips crash down on mine. His tongue forcing its way past my lips as he kisses me deeply; he groans into my mouth.

A second later he curses, pulling away and dropping his head onto my shoulder when I feel something warm and wet coat my stomach. His hand moves slowly, as his body trembles above me, his breath fanning my neck when pain slivers up my arm, searing into my flesh. He lets out a shaky breath then Regan sniffs the air. His head lifts abruptly, and he looks at me in panic.