Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 13

~Zirah~

Sighing, I know he's right, but that doesn't make me anymore comfortable with the idea of being in their

kingdoms. "Okay, you said your piece, so leave," Regan tells his brothers. "We just got here?" Lyon

exclaims. "Besides, I came bearing gifts!" Lyon states and I raise an eyebrow at him, he rummages

inside his jacket pocket, pulling out a clip lock container. He tosses it at Regan, who snatches it. He

holds the clear container to reveal a now mushed Cupcake.

"Your point being? This is my room, go. Unless you want to watch?" Regan chuckles darkly.

Lyon glares at him, his eyes moving to me, and I raise an eyebrow at Regan, who openly taunts his

brothers over my mark being on his neck.

"Why would you bring a cupcake?" Zeke laughs. But I am ravenous, so pluck the container from

Regan's hands. I pop the lid open, pulling out an icing covered cupcake. "In case I had to bribe her to

see my wolf, what girl doesn't like cake?" Lyon says as I go to bite into it then pause. "You aren't trying

to poison me, are you?" Regan leans down, biting my cupcake. "Hey?" I snarl at him and he licks his

lips. "Not poisoned," he winks. I huff, biting into the giant cupcake, or what's left of it.

"Yeah, I would have let him visit for this, take notes, Zeke," I tell him while eating the rest of the

cupcake.

"See?" Lyon states smugly.

"Okay, you've fed her and pet your wolf, now off you fucks!" Regan says, but neither of them leave.

"Fine, voyeur away then," Regan states.

Yet he seems unsure, there is nervous energy radiating from him, I can see it clearly in his aura.

Something has upset him, and I know it is more than his brothers invading his room. He’s been off

since the encounter with his uncle, his mood rapidly changing.

"Well, I am not complaining at watching, commence," Zeke laughs, and I turn my gaze to him where

Hunter lazes across his lap, enjoying the scratches he's getting.

"Fine with me!" Regan growls and pounces on me, his lips crash against my mine hungrily. I pull away,

my face flaming at his actions. "Regan!" I breathe, yet his lips don't stop, instead hungrily devouring the

skin along my neck and collarbone before forcing his way between my legs.

"Stop, your brothers are right there," I tell him, and he groans. "So, I only have you for a few more

hours before one of them whisks you away to their kingdom."

"Wait, you're not coming with me?" I ask him. He leans on his elbows, looking down at me. "Do you

want me, too?" I nod, and he sighs, dropping his head onto my shoulder. "No.” Zeke says abruptly, “We

each get her a week to ourselves, no interference," Zeke states.

"I am not going anywhere with you alone," I tell him, and he rises from his armchair, wandering closer.

"You'll have, Gnash," Regan tells me. "And Hunter and Shadow, you're perfectly safe, Zirah," Zeke

says, crawling onto the bed. Regan growls at him.

"You just have to choose whose kingdom you're visiting first," Zeke purrs, leaning down, I pull away

from him and his eyes sparkle mischievously. "You're my mate too," Zeke purrs.

"I will scorch your ass if you try to force me to fuck you," I snarl at him.

"Who said anything about forcing you. I am well aware of the power that runs through your veins. We

will have to learn to share you eventually," I scoff at his words, only for his lips to cut the noise that

leaves me. His tongue invades my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair. I bite his lip hard, his blood

floods my mouth, and he groans, but he pulls away.

His eyes flash dangerously and so do Regan's followed by his growl that is almost deafening. "Zeke!"

Lyon scolds.

"Can always join us, Lyon," Zeke tells him. I glare at him that he just assumes I would want him near

me at all. "Come on, Zirah. You can't deny the mate bond, I know you feel it, you can hate me, curse

me, but you are mine just as much as I am yours," he purrs, leaning closer again. He is right, his bond

and aura radiates toward me. Yet I don't forget the things he's done.

"It's up to you. You have the power to control us. We can be yours totally if you allow us." Zeke sounds

sure of himself, so calm despite the fire I see burning in his aura.

"You're right; I do have the power, Zeke. I have more than you can comprehend, more than I can. So I

would pick your next move carefully, for it might be your last," I warn him, and he laughs but pulls away

and leans against the headboard. "I don’t mind watching," he winks at me.

"See?" Regan purrs, swallowing any words I was planning to say. How do I stop this? It is the bond's

doing. It won't leave me alone. My body aches and aches for them both. I can feel their presence; it is

at surface level. They are both near, yet they don't try to push any more onto the bond that is there, nor

do they try to ignore it. Regan's lips travel lower, allowing me to catch my breath when I feel his hands

grip my thighs before they trail beneath his shirt.

He pulls my panties down and tosses them off the side of the bed, then buries his face between my

legs. A groan vibrates against my sensitive folds at the heated lick and pull of his rough tongue

sweeping between my folds. I bury my hands into his hair and tighten his grip when I feel his mouth

clamp onto my clit.

I arch and pant, falling back onto the bed. Regan growls and pushes his lips harder against me before

he twirls his tongue softly, tugging on me with a soft bite, as he continues to pull and suck on my clit

with soft gentle strokes of his tongue; he drags it across the sensitive flesh while sucking all of me into

his mouth.

"Oh fuck... Regan... Don't stop... please," I hear myself whisper out hoarsely, holding onto his head to

keep him where I want him. Regan laughs against me and licks up closer, pushing his finger deep

inside of me. I cry out at the intrusion and feel my inner walls contract around him. He is so rough with

me when I feel fingers scraping my neck, I'm acutely aware it's Zeke and I growl. They had their Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

chance to leave, and I notice Lyon has suddenly disappeared, yet Zeke remains. “Where did Lyon go?”

I murmur, lifting my head and looking for him and Shadow.

“Maybe I am not the only Glutton Zirah, it seems you want all of us,” Zeke chuckles and I growl at him.

“No, I am just shocked he left when you haven’t,” I sneer at him. “Na, Lyon got a moral compass.

Doesn’t want to use the mate bond to his advantage, me, I have no such reservations.” Well, he'll get a

mad case of blue balls because I am not giving him anything. He sweeps my hair over one shoulder,

his lips trailing down my neck.

His hands grip my shirt, pulling it off over my head. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing them, and I

groan, feeling his hands on me while Regan’ tongue moves relentlessly. "I'm not sleeping with you," I

snarl at Zeke.

"Never said you had to," he purrs, his hand going to my throat, as he pulls me up, slipping behind me

and pulling me from Regan, who growls at him. "Chill bro, I am not stealing her," Zeke murmurs. "Just

making her more comfortable,"

"In your hands, not likely," I scoff as he pulls me between his legs. He tilts my head back, his lips

grazing mine. "You'd be surprised, Zirah, maybe mine are the safest to be in. Maybe I am not the

monster, maybe the real one has his face buried between your thighs,” he murmurs, before kissing me.

I squirm, fighting to breathe under him. Yet Regan quickly cuts off any thoughts I might have had when

he plunges his tongue inside me. I gasp, pulling my lips away and peering down to find Regan's dark

eyes watching me.