Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 116

One hand cups my breast, the thumb rubbing across my nipple, while the other slips into my hair, his fingers curling around the wet strands. He tugs slightly, angling my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth with an enthusiasm that sends my heart racing.

I can feel him, hard and insistent against my thigh, the heat of him searing through me. His hand ventures lower, skimming over my pussy, and I gasp against his mouth.

"Zeke," I manage to whisper, my fingers clutching the broad expanse of his shoulders. My heart pounding in my chest, my body alive with desire.

"I did warn you, Zirah," he murmurs against my lips, his voice a husky whisper as he moves slightly, lifting me higher to give his hand more reach and shoving a finger inside, making me gasp at the sudden rough intrusion. His mouth finds my breasts, his lips latching onto my nipple. I grip his hair, tugging his head back. His canines protrude, his face slightly twisted as he fights his more primal urges. "Don't you dare shift," I tell him. "I ain't into bestiality," I tell him.

"You're tempting the beast in me, Zirah." he purrs, nipping at my jaw. He runs his canines down the column of my neck, his teeth pricking the skin over Lyon's mark.

"You're playing with fire," Zeke whispers as he pulls his finger out, adding another.

Fire does not scare me; right now, I know I will enjoy how it burns.

As his fingers move inside me, I can feel Zeke teetering on the edge of control as I slip lower down the tiles. His breath comes faster now as he slides a third finger in to stretch out my walls and explore deeper. He cups my pussy with one hand as his fingers move expertly inside me, sending pulses of pleasure through my body that make every muscle clench around him until I'm panting, desperate for release.

My hand slips between us, and I undo the button on his pants, the weight of them from the shower forcing them down his thighs, and my fingertips graze his hardened cock. I spread my legs wider, crossing my feet behind his lower back, allowing him better access. His fingers move inside me, probing deep. His movements become even more urgent as he teases sensitive places I never knew could be so aroused. The sensations pull a moan from within me; Zeke growls, shoving me harder into the tiled wall before devouring my mouth again. Waves of pleasure surge through every nerve in my body, intensifying when he suddenly pulls his fingers out.

"We can't do this here; I may hurt you or lose control and drop you," he mumbles against my lips. I nod, leaning over to twist the taps off. I had barely turned them off before he was trudging back to the room. His entire body ripples and his aura explodes out of him like a raging inferno as his control walks that thin line. Zeke, barely controlling himself to keep from shifting. It makes me feel powerful, powerful enough to bring someone like this immovable mountain, who normally stands proud atop everyone around him, to the brink of his control.

My back hits the mattress, and not gently, as his weight comes crashing down on me. I barely had time to suck in a breath before he rammed inside me. Zeke groans the sound guttural as his teeth sink into my collarbone. I barely bite back a scream at the pain, knowing it's not his fault. He did warn me, yet the pain is forgotten when he pulls out, slamming back into me. Each thrust becomes harder, faster, riding a fine line between pain and bliss.

Dark pleasure floods my senses as I press into him, grinding our hips together, matching his rhythm. He is no longer in control, as he slams back and forth like a man possessed. He runs his hands over my body, tracing every line as if trying to memorize it by touch. My nails sink into the skin on his back, anchoring myself at this moment, pushing away any sense of reality and surrendering to hell and heavenly euphoria.

The heat of the moment ignites me into an inferno as my body trembles around him. My body tightens, Zeke growls as if sensing my oncoming orgasm, and he presses down harder as wave after wave surges through me. My cries echo off the walls of his bedroom; I feel like I'm flying, soaring amongst the stars before coming crashing back to earth with him still inside me.

My thighs quake as tiny shocks send vibrations throughout every limb of my body, catapulting wave after wave of pleasure over me until I am too lost for words or coherent thought. Zeke brings his mouth to mine again and claims it with hard, wet kisses that shatter what is left of whatever control we had before sinking deeper inside, releasing himself within the depths of my burning core.

We lay there panting from exhaustion, yet neither of us is willing to admit defeat just yet, as Zeke gently kisses my neck before recapturing my lips. His canines scrape against my lips, and the coppery taste of blood teases my taste buds. I groan when he pulls out of me, my body feeling boneless. His lips tease and caress my skin as he moves lower, his stubble grazing my ribs, making me shiver. I grip his hair, tugging his head back to see pitch-black eyes peering back at me.

His breathing is harsh as his claws slip out, piercing the bed near my hips. Looking lower, I see his cock is once again rock hard and standing at attention. I groan, staring up at the canopy above the bed. "Glutton," I huff.

He growls at my words, and I let his hair go. His hands fist the blanket, the fabric tearing under his grip. "I don't want to break you," he growls, and I smile.

He grabs my hips, jerking me closer as he kneels between my legs. His skin ripples as he tries to fight against himself, but I lock my legs around his waist, yanking him to me. My arm wraps around the back of his neck, my hand fists in his hair. "You won't break me, but I'm gonna break you," I purr before jerking his head to the side and sinking my teeth into his neck.

Zeke groans deeply before I feel his cock shove inside me; I pull my teeth from his skin, my eyes flickering oddly as I let him go. His blood trickles down his chest, and I lift my head, my tongue tracing the path, left by the blood, across his chest and Zeke wraps an arm around my hips and rolls, pulling me on top of him. I straddle him, his cock still deep inside me. I rock my hips against him before sitting up. Planting my hands on his chest, I roll my hips; his lips part, and his hands grab my waist, lifting me and then driving me back down on him. I groan at the feeling, tossing my head back.

"You truly are made for us," Zeke murmurs. He lifts me off him, shifting us slightly until I'm straddling his lap facing away from his chest, and he guides my body down onto him, easing himself slowly inside before he sits up.

He rolls my hips against him, the new position feeling deeper, yet awkward, as he controls my movements. He fills me with gentle but persistent thrusts, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through me. I arch my back against his chest and cry out in blissful abandon, feeling intoxicated from the sensations coursing through me. One hand slides around me, his fingers teasing my clit, drawing another moan from my lips; his other hand moves to sweep my hair over one shoulder, allowing me to move against him.

I pant, my head thrown back, when he rolls my clit between his fingers. He teases me, and I moan in need, pressing against him as he continues to drive me wild with sensations both new, and familiar. "Can I mark you?" Zeke whispers, his sharp teeth grazing across my shoulder to my neck.

"Yes," I moan, the sound airy as I continue moving, chasing that euphoric feeling again. He doesn't hesitate; Zeke bites down, his finger stroking along my clit. Pleasure rushes through me, and I cry out at the feeling as the fire moves inside me. His teeth remain embedded in my neck like a brand until I feel the bond snap into place, his emotions rushing through me, along with pleasure. My walls squeeze his cock, and he groans; his teeth slip from my neck as ecstasy crashes over me in waves before I finally collapse against him, panting hard for breath.

Zeke joins me coming undone with one last thrust before burying his head in between the crook of neck and shoulder, collecting himself for a few moments.

And at that moment, peace descends, not a peaceful sleep but an endorphin fuelled kind of feeling where nothing matters but us. Zeke pulls me to lie down beside him. We lay there for what feels like an eternity until exhaustion takes over us both, and we drift off, tangled together amongst the sheets.