Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

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

book was so

but now he placed his legs on either side of me as well. I literally had nowhere to

getting ragged

it. I am not going

head to look

was raging in his eyes, and I

He asked, and I heard the strain in his

words out of my mouth and was quite happy with myself

made that damn smirk return on

not give me enough strength to be immune to that face, that perfectly sculpted specimen

to him? Was he trying to invoke

here, right?” He asked,

that, one of his hand snaked around my waist and

a breath when his lips came down

let out a gasp as his lips kissed me, as if he alone had the right to do

would not be wrong to say that I felt that, too. My body reacted faster to his touch

my body won in the end.

since the last time he had sated my heat and I grew hungrier as

of bones and muscle.

what I wanted, needed, dreamt

roaming over my back and one of his hands

breath as he inhaled the scent and made a low, guttural

his tongue won against mine in no

enough of what his touch did to me.

me moan. His hands kept playing with my hair as

already panting for breath, which he