Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 25

~Zirah~

I ponder his words, yet I realize now I had Lyon completely wrong. Behind the hard facade he puts forth

in front of his brothers, he is selfless, good. Far beyond what I imagined. It makes me wonder what I'll

find at Zeke's Kingdom and lastly what I'll find at Regan's.

Who is truly worthy of forgiveness or are they all?

"So what's the verdict?" Lyon asks, turning his head to look at me. My lips tug in the corners.

"I don't know.... I think a life of condemnation sounds fair. What do you think?" I ask him.

"Really?" he questions sitting up on one elbow and raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, I've had a terrible time here," I breathe out, shaking my head. I glance at the night sky, yet I can't

help the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. "I guess you'll be condemned to eternity with me," I

tell him.

The corner of his lips quirk up in a grin, "Eternity with you sounds like the best kind of punishment," he

murmurs, leaning over me and pressing his lips against mine.

My heart flutters at the contact. His kiss is different from his brothers - gentle yet passionate. He

explores my mouth hungrily with little moaning noises that escape him as he deepens our kiss. The

scent of smoke mingles with his masculine scent, filling my senses as I tangle my fingers through

Lyon's hair while he kisses down to my neck leaving behind heated kisses on every inch of exposed

skin, until finally traveling back up to meet mine again... all under the starry night sky above us. My

hands go to his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons and I feel him smile against my lips at my

eagerness to touch him.

Lyon pulls away from me for a brief moment, his lips hovering over mine as he speaks. "Zirah," he

murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I want you."

The words send shivers down my spine, and I nod eagerly, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until

with one swift motion, Lyon removes his shirt and kisses me again, his body pressing against mine as

we continue to kiss. His skin is warm and smooth under my fingertips as I run my hands across his

chest and down his back.

Lyon's hands begin to explore my body, his touch igniting a wildfire within me. Every inch of my skin

burns under his touch, and I moan softly as he presses his body closer to mine. His hands roam over

my body, tracing every curve and dip until I can barely stand it anymore.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I lose myself in the heat of our passion.

Without breaking our kiss, Lyon begins to fumble with the buttons on my blouse until it falls open,

exposing my bare chest to the cool night air. His mouth descends upon one breast while his hand

caresses and teases the other.

His eyes burn with raw desire as he looms over my body and strips away what little clothing was left

covering my skin.

Every touch from him feels like fire spreading through every inch of flesh that it touches; igniting such

an intense feeling within myself that I'm consumed by pleasure unable to be quenched-- not until being

completely fulfilled by this man.

Lyon's fingers expertly work their way across every inch of exposed skin, leaving nothing untouched or

unexplored until finally finding their way between my thighs where I part them ever so slightly before

slowly inserting one finger into my heated center... then two..then three...

The sensation of his lips against my skin sends a bolt of pleasure radiating through me, and I can't help

but to moan in response. He moves lower slowly, exploring each inch of my body with his mouth as he

goes. His lips travel down the curve of my stomach and continue further until he finally settles between

my legs.

His tongue parts my inner folds before he sucks on my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure

coursing through me. My fingernails dig into Lyon's shoulders in an attempt to ground myself while

moans keep slipping out of me; it feels like heaven. Pure bliss crashing throughout every cell in my

body until I can handle no more, gripping his hair I tug him back up to me, his lips crash down hungrily

against mine, forcing me to taste myself.

I rock my hips against him, feeling the hardness of him pressing against my core. My fingers grip the

waistband of his pants, forcing them down an inch. "Remove them," sounds more like a desperate

whine. I was two seconds away from setting them on fire to get to him when he smiles against my lips.

"I see my brother has made you into quite the little seductress witch," he growls, nipping at my lips.

"Then you should know better than to deny me," I purr back at him.

He leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing my ear, "The pleasure of denial, my love, is the sweetest

part of temptation." he whispers before sitting up on his knees and undoing the clasp of his pants,

pushing them down his hips.

A laugh escapes me. "Are you so certain you can handle what you're asking for?" I ask him when he

fists his hard cock.

My eyes roam over him hungrily, devouring his body with my eyes. I can't help the smile that spreads

over my lips as I stare at the huge cock standing at attention between Lyon's legs.

"Are you?" he asks, his eyes flickering oddly under the moon, his Lycan side coming forward and I tilt

my head to the side.

"I've barely touched a woman in years, out of fear of breaking them, killing them. I don't hold such fears

with you," he purrs while gripping my hips and dragging me closer. My legs part as he settles in

between them and then his lips are against mine just as a finger slides inside of me. We continue to

kiss as Lyon adds another finger, stretching me open to take all of him. We continue to kiss as Lyon

adds another finger, stretching me open to take all of him.

The pressure between my legs builds up until I'm grinding myself against him, needing more. He grips Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

his cock, squeezing it before running it between my folds. Just by the tip alone I can tell he is just as

thick as Regan, maybe bigger when I feel the tip press against me, stretching me, yet with length,

Regan beats him there but not by much.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me that you want to be with me," he says, planting small kisses across my

jawline.