Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 15

~Zirah~

Ecstasy rolls through my being, leaving me shaking from the spent energy. My heart pounds like a

drum in my chest as I struggle to regain my breath. Shivers course up my spine, causing the fine hairs

on the back of my neck to prickle. Regan and Zeke, I can't quite put my finger on what to make of

them; knowing they are but different sides of the same coin, one potentially more dangerous than the

other. Yet as Regan's fingers stroke his length gently, his lips still damp and warm from my release, I

find an odd sense of assurance. I can feel their desire burning hot, just like the flames in the fireplace.

Zeke moves from under me, and I lay staring at the ceiling, ready for a nap before the sun comes up

soon. Yet it's clear Regan has other plans and so does Zeke as I feel him move, changing positions to Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

hover over me.

"Done already?" Zeke teases, his warm hand idly tracing the length of my thigh. "What do you mean?" I

chuckle, still gasping for breath, as I shift closer to Regan, ignoring Zeke.

I give Regan a gentle squeeze as he reaches out, brushing his lips against mine with soft affection. "I

can taste chocolate on your lips still," he chuckles against my lips.

"More," he murmurs, and I shake my head, his lips press back against mine before they trail down my

cheek, nipping playfully at my earlobe. A sweet, tingling sensation coils inside me, spreading through

every part of my body like the rich, chocolate frosting of the cupcake I'd indulged in earlier, finally

seeping into my bloodstream, thickening it like molten chocolate.

Zeke's soft chuckle rumbles against me, "So many tastes, so many flavors, yet all so delicious." He

murmurs into my ear, pulling back to meet my gaze but also sparing a glance towards Regan, who

remains between my legs when he suddenly moves as he trails kisses down one side of my body.

"No, it’s nap time now. I have to meet Kelly when the sun comes up," I whine at Regan, and he climbs

off the bed, only for Zeke to take his place. I snap my legs shut, glaring at him, he grips my knees, yet I

am too exhausted now to fight him as he yanks them apart. Regan falls on the bed beside me, he leans

on one elbow, using his other hand to grip my chin, he turns my face to his.

"Would you have said yes if I brought cupcakes?" Zeke laughs.

"No!" I growl at him, yet my protests are cut off by Regan's lips moving against mine when I feel Zeke's

suddenly running down the inside of my thigh before feeling his breath sweep across my core.

Shivers run up my spine and I scoot away as far as I can as he draws up, mocking me, my face heats

up in embarrassment. "Isn't this the point, Zirah, of continuing the marriage trials?" Zeke murmurs,

gripping my hips and dragging me back to him, he hovers over me, his lips grazing mine.

"Don't you want you to try all of us on for size, see which one of us makes you scream louder, see who

fills you the most," Zeke murmurs, his eyes glowing brightly with lust, and a dark hunger for me to

satiate, then I feel his hand skim down my side.

I gasp and shudder, forcing myself to remember I must remain firm. He is unrelenting, he kisses me

again and again; his lips traveling lower, until eventually his mouth is exploring the curve of my inner

thigh. The movements of his lips working their way up my thigh, proves methodical; he searches for a

weak point, yet there are none, or so I think. Still, I hear Regan's sudden growl of warning.

Zeke laughs against my skin and then leans forward, dragging his tongue slowly across my wet lower

lips all the way up to my clit, making me buck. “There are perks to me being Glutton, Zirah. I’ll always

be gluttonous for more,” Zeke purrs before his hot mouth devours me. Regan, despite the possessive

growl that leaves him, is patient as he waits, taking his time as his fingers brush through my hair.

Closing my eyes tightly, I fight back a shudder as Zeke plays with me, relentlessly teasing me with

sweet flickers of pleasure. It feels odd, another man's mouth dances over my clit. It's like some

symphony in the making; the movement continues without fail. I open my eyes in wonderment as

Regan's velvet lips dance against my body, never stopping, not even for a moment.

My thoughts drift as Zeke continues to shower me with pleasure as Regan's lips press into mine

suddenly. A new kind of warmth spreads throughout me and then erupts into something beyond

measure like a raging inferno that leaves me no option but to gasp for air as it consumes every inch of

me.

I groan from the heat spreading between my thighs, Zeke's fingers now pushing inside at a careful

pace, his tongue flicking against my clit hard and fast over and over again, sending sharp waves of

pleasure rattling through my body. Strangled moans whistle out of me as one wave of orgasmic bliss

crashes into another, until I am begging Zeke to stop, his grip on my thighs tight as my legs shake in

his grip. He chuckles darkly, sucking on the inside of my thigh.

I shiver suddenly feeling cold, Regan tugs the blanket up just as Zeke moves between my legs, and

leans down forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. "See how sweet you taste?" he purrs against my

lips. "Now you may nap," he growls playfully, falling on my other side.

I sit up, pulling the blanket around me as I look over at them. They're talking quietly, but their words are

sharp and intense.

"You know she'll burn you alive for touching her when she wakes," Regan warns him. Zeke chuckles,

shrugging off his brother's words as he returns his gaze to me.

"Maybe I like the burn, brother, after all I am a Glutton for punishment," He smiles at me knowingly

before turning back to Regan as I snuggle beneath the blanket, making myself into a human cocoon.

As their conversation fades away, my mind slowly drifts back to what happened between us. I feel a

warmth spread through me at the memory of two men pleasuring me, yet those thoughts drift away

along with my consciousness.