Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 40

Regan says nothing for a second and instead watches me before finally, he speaks breaking the

strange tension that moves between us. “I hate witches for many reasons. None that concern you,” he

says coldly.

I press my lips in a line before returning to the breakfast laid out for us so I can leave to shower and get

dressed. Reaching over, I grab something that I thought was a form of bread but find it quite squishy

and covered in some sticky substance.

“It’s a pancake!” Regan says. I glance at him to find him with a smug smile on his face.

“I knew that!” I snap at him, scooping it up. I fold the strange soft bread in half, and the gooey

substance coating it drips from the end. It only takes me a second to realize it is some sort of nectar, or

maybe it’s Honey. Taking a bite of it, Honey coats my tongue along with something delicious that I have

never tasted before. I pull back to look at it, studying the sticky amber-colored liquid.

“You are a terrible liar!” King Regan laughs and leans forward, and I jerk my hand back. He’s not

stealing my new favorite food, pancake! He laughs harder when suddenly my hand is engulfed by a

warm mouth and slippery tongue. I jump when Gnash steals it, nearly taking my hand with it.

“Gnash!” I scold, and he tilts his head to the side, his front paws resting on the arm of the chair I’m

sitting on. “I was enjoying that!” I huff, and he slobbers it down and licks his lips like he is waiting for

another pancake.

“Here, you can have mine.” King Regan says, and I look at him. He grabs the other plate and looks at

Gnash. “Down, boy, let her eat!” he scolds, and Gnash whines but rushes over to the bed and jumps up

on it, making himself comfortable. Chuckling I turn my attention back to our breakfast when Regan sits

the hot plate in my lap. He then reaches for the napkin and unrolls it, revealing a knife and fork. I did

think it was odd that the servant expected a King to eat with his hands and fingers, but who was I to

question it?

I devour my food, pretty much inhale it and leave nothing on my plate, though I regret it now. There

were maybe ten huge pancakes, but they were too good to pass up and far better than the damper we

used to make at the caves.

Groaning, I lean back in my armchair, resting my head on the back of it, my belly aching. Bringing my

hand up, I rub my hand over my stomach. “Ah, why did I eat so much?” I groan, and King Regan Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

laughs. I lift my head to see him drink the last of his coffee. He sets the mug on the tray and watches

me back.

After a few seconds, his staring and wandering eyes make me uncomfortable. I shiver from the icy

breeze or maybe from his intense gaze holding mine; I’m unsure. Yet when his lips tug in the corners

and his eyes flicker, I glare at him.

“What is your problem, you’ve done nothing but stare at me?” I snap at him, and he smirks.

“Nothing, I’ve just been enjoying the view!” he laughs, and I scoff. “You hate humans and you hate me!”

I tell him, and he shrugs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have nice breasts.” he chuckles. My brows furrow in confusion.

“Should have accepted the robe because I’m not sure if I want to give it to you now,” he says tauntingly.

“Though I’m sure I can be persuaded.” he snickers, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his

knees.

“What are you on about?” I retort, and his eyes flash to my chest. His lips part and I see the barest hint

of his sharp canines that are usually hidden from sight.

“The front of your top is sheer, human,” he taunts, and I glance down, wondering what the heck he is

talking about.

“No, it’s not. It is white and black!” I rack my brain for the color, sheer, but I don’t remember hearing that

one, though I swear I’ve heard the word before and just can’t remember the context.

King Regan laughs, and I glare at him, wanting to know what the stupid game is that he is playing.

“Your top is see-through; I can see your breasts!” he states, and I gasp, looking down in a panic,

hoping the arms aren’t see-through, but those are black when I notice my pinkish hard nipples poking

out on my chest. I gasp, jumping to my feet and snatching the robe, only for King Regan to seize my

wrist.

He yanks me onto his lap, making me shriek in panic.

I land on top of him, and he manhandles me, hauling me on top of him so I am straddling him.

“I’ve changed my mind. If you want the robe, I want something in return since you spent all of breakfast

taunting me.” He purrs next to my ear while gripping my hips. He rocks me against him, and I feel the

massive bulge pressing between my legs. I gasp and push on his shoulders.

“The rules state you can’t fuck me!” I snap at him.

“Yes, we can’t fuck you unless we have permission!” Regan clarifies, and I freeze.

“And you think I will give you permission?” I scoff, trying to climb off him. He grabs my ass, squeezing it

and holding me in place.

My head turns in Gnashes direction in a panic when I feel Regan’s breath sweep across my neck,

making me freeze. “Don’t look at him. Gnash won’t attack me, human. He knows I have no intention of

hurting you!” Regan purrs before brushing his nose across my face to my ear while inhaling my scent.

He groans, pulling me closer.

“Fuck, why do you smell so good to me?” he growls, pressing his face into the crook of my neck.

“You still can’t touch me below the waist!” I snap, gripping his hands on my ass and peeling his fingers

back. He growls, letting me go and sitting back in his chair. I remain frozen like a deer caught in lights.

“You have pants on,” Regan states, hooking his finger into the waistband, he toys with it, tugging on it

then looks away from me; I reach for his robe, but he grabs it. I expect him to toss it away or not allow

me to use it when he flings it around me, draping it over my shoulders.

I rush to slip my arms into it, but when I try to clutch it closed, his hand moves, palming my breast. I

peer down at his hand, and he squeezes it, then brushes his thumb over my hardened nipple through

my shirt.

I grip his wrist, my hand trembling, knowing how easily he could kill me if I anger him. He sighs, his

hand dropping to my hip, and he leans back, his eyes on my see-through top. His actions mostly

confuse me but also petrify me. However, his actions I still find to be odd, considering usually he can’t

bear to be near me.

Biting down on my lip, I move to climb off his lap when his hand tightens on my hip, making me look at

him. “Just remain there for a second; I promise I won’t touch you again, but if you move right now, I

may attack you because my senses are going berserk.” He grits his teeth.