Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 5

~Zirah~

He drops it to the ground, and I grit my teeth. No matter what, I can't seem to escape them.

He reaches for the shower door, but I grab it, holding it closed. He raises an eyebrow at me, and after a

moment of hesitation, I let the door go.

"What kind of guard wolves are you if you let your master in?" I scold Gnash, who whines in response.

Regan steps into the shower, and as I move to step around him and out of the shower, he grabs my

arm.

“Stay," he commands.

"I have nothing to say to you," I reply, my voice cold.

"Fine, then I'll speak for both of us," Regan says, blocking my path and caging me against the wall.

"You're treading dangerously, King Regan. Just remember, water is an element I now harness, and so

is electricity. Last I checked, they aren't a compatible mix," I snarl at him.

“You don't want to hurt me, Zirah. You wouldn't have let me in the shower with you if you did. Gnash

would have ripped me to pieces the moment you spotted me if you truly wanted me gone," he retorts.

I shake my head, unwilling to admit he's right. "I haven't been his master since the moment you walked

into my life," Regan continues.

"Fine, if that is true, then...." I look at Gnash expectantly. "Gnash, eat him," I tell Gnash, but he whines

loudly and yawns, clearly not taking the command seriously, and lies back down.

"You were saying? They aren't just mine, though they seem to choose me over you lot, but they don't

want to hurt you either,"

"Gnash knows I am no threat to you. He knows I won't hurt you," Regan insists. I scoff, my anger

flaring.

"You've done nothing but hurt me, Regan. Or should I call you Wrath?" He snarls in response, and I

can't help but growl back, surprised by the power that emanates from my voice and aura.

"Seems I'm not the only one who can't control my temper," Regan mocks, but I'm unimpressed by his

words.

Regan steps closer, and my breath hitches as I stare at his muscular chest while he towers over me. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He grips my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to meet his gaze. "But you're forgetting one thing,

Z," he says, his eyes boring into mine as his hand moves to grip my neck.

"I'm not just Wrath. I'm also Lust." Without warning, he kisses me hard, and I struggle against him,

eventually shoving him away. We both pant heavily, our eyes locked in defiance when he smirks, his

eyes flashing dangerously.

"So which one do you want, Zirah? Which part of me excites you more?" he asks, his voice dripping

with the challenge. Something inside me snaps, and I pounce on him, pressing my lips against his. His

arms wrap around my waist, and he grips my thigh, pulling me higher so I can wrap my legs around his

waist.

My anger, confusion, and a lingering sense of betrayal swirl around me, creating a storm within my

chest that rivals the one raging outside as I kiss him harder. Despite this, as Regan holds me, I can't

help but feel an ember of hope that not all trust has been lost, at least not with him.

The heat of our kiss intensifies, and Regan lifts me higher, carrying me out of the shower and back into

my room. He kicks the bathroom door shut with his foot, the sound echoing through the air as he locks

my wolves in the bathroom and tosses me onto the bed. My eyes dart to the bathroom door, yet Gnash

isn't trying to break it down to get to me, so I turn my gaze back to Regan. My heart races with a

mixture of anticipation and anger as he crawls over me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Is this what you want, Zirah?" he growls, his voice low and seductive, as his lips ghost over mine, a

teasing caress that only fuels the fire burning within me. "Do you want me to take you? Or would you

rather fight me for control?"

I hesitate, the storm of emotions inside me is threatening to consume me. However, as I look into

Regan's eyes, I see something unexpected: a challenge. He knows I'm angry, and he's daring me to

take it out on him. And maybe, just maybe, I want to.

In response, I push him off me and flip our positions, straddling him as I pin his wrists to the bed.

"You’re right; you don't control me," I snarl, my voice filled with defiance, "Not anymore."

A wicked grin spreads across his face, and he bucks his hips, causing me to gasp as his erection

brushes against my core. "Prove it, little priestess," he taunts, his voice dripping with lust.

Our eyes lock, and I see the raw desire in his gaze, a need that mirrors my own.

With a growl, I lower myself onto him but hesitate, uncertain of what to do.

As I shift my weight above him, Regan's hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he

tries to regain control.

“Tick Tock, Z, what’s it gonna be?” I growl at him, and his eyes flash back at me in a warning.

He knows I’m a virgin, and now it almost seems like he is mocking me for it. I could burn this kingdom

to fucking ground around us, and yet he mocks me. “Are you scared? Is that it?” he purrs, his hand

gripping my throat.

My pulse bumps erratically against his hand before his hand glides down between the valley of my

breasts.

"You think you can handle me, Zirah?" he hisses, his voice strained with desire. "I'm not so easily

tamed."

I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "Neither am I." I bite down on his earlobe,

drawing a gasp from him, and then sink down on him, only to stop as a different sort of burning pain

engulfs me, yet I think I prefer the flames of the stake.