Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 59

My eyes grew as big as saucers and I felt every muscle in my body tense. His face was barely inches away from mine and his breath tickled my ear.

His lips brushed my earlobe, barely, and the light caress made me gasp. His touch was doing odd things to me and I was not even in heat.

The Lycan King did not pull back instantly but stayed where he was, impossibly close to me. All I had to do was just turn my head to the left to kiss those lickable lips.

But the way he was asking me to seduce him did not sit well with me. I was not Cynthia, and I could not do cheap tricks to make him want me.

I could not lower myself to that.

So, despite my urge to lean forward and pull him into my embrace, I curled my hands into fists to stop myself from shaking.

“The drinks are messing with my brain. I know you don’t want me and I will not allow you to toy with my feelings even if you are the Lycan King.”

I said it all in one go; the words tumbling out of my mouth faster than I intended to. Callahan tensed and I saw the way his muscles corded beneath that silky fabric.

The topmost button of his shirt was open, giving me a rather delicious view of his broad, chiseled chest.

“Did you just say that you have feelings for me?”

He asked, and I blinked in confusion.

Had I said that?

“N-no, I didn’t mean it that way”

Callahan’s eyes glinted mischievously as he asked. “Then what way did you mean it?”

Ok, this was getting frustrating. My body was aching to pull him close, but the way he was teasing me as if he could read me

an open book was so annoying.

Again, I tried to step away, but now he placed his legs on either side of me as well. I literally had nowhere to go.

And his breathing was getting ragged by the minute.

“Forget it. I am not going to seduce you.”

I answered, and he finally moved his head to look me in the eye.

A storm was raging in his eyes, and I felt trapped in his gaze.

Why not?” He asked, and I heard the strain in his voice.

“Because I am not Cynthia” I forced those words out of my mouth and was quite happy with myself with the way my voice did not crack.

But the answer only made that damn smirk return on his face.

Oh for the love of Moon Goddess, why did you not give me enough strength to be immune to that face, that perfectly sculpted specimen of a man who was asking me to seduce him?

Was this just a game to him? Was he trying to invoke my jealousy? What for?

“Of course you are not or I wouldn’t be here, right?” He asked, breaking the tension hanging between us like a coiled wire.

And before I could ask what he meant by that, one of his hand snaked around my waist and another cupped my chin.

I barely managed to suck in a breath when his lips came down on mine, hard.

And the world around me melted. I let out a gasp as his lips kissed me, as if he alone had the right to do that to me.

It would not be wrong to say that I felt that, too. My body reacted faster to his touch than my mind, that was blaring warning signals to pull away.

But my body won in the end.

I had been craving for his touch ever since the last time he had sated my heat and I grew hungrier as he kept kissing me.

His full lips sucked mine and his tongue traced my lips’ outline while I tried not to dissolve in a heap of bones and muscle. Callahan’s kiss was fiery, electric, and it sent ripples of shockwaves through me, making me want more of him.

This is what I wanted, needed, dreamt of

His rough hands were roaming over my back and one of his hands traveled up to reach my hair while his eyes fluttered shut,

I heard the sharp intake of his breath as he inhaled the scent and made a low, guttural sound.

“Your hair…” He mumbled against my mouth as his tongue won against mine in no time. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I could never get enough of him, enough of what his touch did to me.

His lips suckled mine and he caught my lower lip in between his, making me moan. His hands kept playing with my hair as he pushed my head closer and placed his forehead on mine.

We both were just kissing, but I was already panting for breath, which he seemed to have noticed.

Letting go of my lips, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Those golden orbs were nothing short of balls of fire, igniting heat from my core and sending it to every single nerve of my body, making me tingle.

“God, Zee,” He whispered, and I heard his voice crack with a raw emotion or maybe I had simply imagined it.

The way he said my name made my heart flutter wildly. His voice was deep and enigmatic and the way my name sounded in his voice made me want to hear him say it again and again as he kissed me.

“Say that again.” I blurted out, and his voice was barely a whisper.

“Say what?”

“My name, say it again, please,” I begged, my hands reaching for his shirt and fisting with the fabric to pull him close.

“Zee, you are gorgeous”

He said, and I felt myself trembling, my eyes tearing up at the way his voice sounded. Nobody had called me gorgeous. before, except my mother maybe, but they are expected to call you that.

“Really? I blurted out. I was sure he had seen and danced with plenty of beautiful girls in his life. I could not even begin to imagine him saying that to me.

“Did you even look at yourself when you wore that dress?” He asked, and I saw the way his gaze left my eyes to travel downwards.

I was mesmerized as his eyes slowly traveled down my small frame, and taking their own sweet time to return to meet my

gaze.

But that was fine because it gave me some seconds to calm my raging heart that threatened to jump out of my mouth. “I just wore it on a whim but it fits me perfectly, I muttered and his eyes darkened.

Callahan’s hand stayed on my waist, holding me in place as he muttered, “Of course it would. I was the one to hand pick those dresses.”