Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 6

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.

My walls flutter and clench around him, making him groan when some primal urge overrides everything

else as I finally reach the peak. It's as if the world outside ceases to exist, leaving only the raw, primal

energy. And I sink my teeth into his neck.

His blood washes over my tongue, the coppery taste overwhelming my senses, and I sputter, trying to

pull away when he fists my hair. Tears burn my eyes at what I’ve done when he groans, spilling himself

inside me.

“I’m yours now. I always was, Z. And there is no one else I would rather belong to,” Regan tells me, his

fingers skating over the nape of my neck gently.

“Don’t reject it. Let go, Love. Your mark won’t stick if you refuse it,” he tells me, and I realize he is

telling me this, so the choice is ultimately mine.

I can still pull away and reject the mark I am giving him, yet some part of me doesn’t want to. Some

part of me knows undoubtedly that he was always going to be mine.

With that thought in mind, I sink my teeth into him deeper, feeling his soul merge and tangle with mine,

shackling him to me. The bond snaps into place, and I am flooded with his emotions, his sadness,

longing, fear but most of all, his love.

I pull my teeth from his neck and look down at him. His thumb brushes my lips. “And if I refuse your

brothers?” I ask him.

“Then they die,” he tells me. My brows furrow when I feel it, the bond wrapping around every atom in

my body, slivering under my skin like a serpent. But that is not all I feel, I feel his curse break, and my

brows furrow.

“How?” I murmur.

“You’re the seven virtues. You choose when we are redeemed, but first, we have to prove it,” my lips

purse at his words, unsure.

“But you haven’t proven anything,” I tell him. He grabs my hand, placing it on his chest.

“I proved I can love,” he whispers, “And now my fate is in your hands, just like my heart. You can reject

us at any time, which would kill us. Can’t you feel it?” he asks. The moment he speaks the words I do,

that extra bump, it's hard to explain and incomprehensible. It shouldn't be possible, but I feel it right

there in my chest.

“My life force is tied to yours,” he whispers.

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“Because I want you to see me as worthy, Zirah. If not, then I don’t deserve you,” he purrs, tugging me

down on him. He rolls on his side, tucking me against him.

Yet as we lie entangled in each other's arms, I can't help but wonder if we've only added fuel to the fire

that threatens to consume us both. Only time will tell, but for now, I find a small measure of comfort in

the darkness of Regan's embrace.