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

open book was so

but now he placed his legs on either side of me as well. I

getting ragged by

it. I am not

and he finally moved his head to

his eyes, and I felt trapped

I heard the strain

my mouth and was quite happy with myself with the way my voice did not crack.

that damn smirk return on his

strength to be immune to that face, that perfectly

he trying to

He asked,

by that, one of his hand snaked

breath when his lips came down

gasp as his lips kissed me, as if he alone had the right to do that to me.

I felt that, too. My body reacted faster to his touch than my mind,

body won in the

had sated my heat and I grew hungrier as he kept kissing me.

his tongue traced my lips’ outline while I tried not to dissolve in a heap of bones and muscle. Callahan’s

wanted, needed, dreamt

of his hands traveled up to reach my hair while his eyes fluttered

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

He mumbled against my mouth as his tongue won against mine in no

him, enough of what his touch did

his, making me moan. His hands kept playing with my hair as he pushed my head closer

already panting