Prince Reagan

Forbidden Pleasure

I feel slightly guilty for being one of the causes of the exhausted look on my mate’s face. He might try to hide it, but I can see the bags underneath his eyes.

My ‘heat’ had been revealing itself more these past few weeks. I’ve had it about three

times now, ever since the first one, and each time is worse than the last. Even though I try to

suppress it, it’s hard not to give in. I’ve been throwing unnecessary tantrums and almost

‘raping’ Reagan. But he still wants to wait, at least until my wolf’s process of turning to a Lycan

was complete. This way, we could mark each other in our human and beast form almost at the

same time.

It hasn’t been easy, as the s****l tension only increases between us. But I keep reminding

myself it’s only a few weeks or days, and my wolf would be a whole new beast.

“You left me alone,” Reagan growls into my ear as he envelopes me in his hold, not even caring that there were still a lot of werewolves around watching us. “I missed you.” He whispers against my neck before placing a kiss there as he breaths in my scent.

giggle softly, ignoring the judgy stares I receive from the Alpha and their pack members. I was used to them ever since I started to stick by Reagan’s side. They couldn’t believe a she-wolf, one once rejected, was the mate of a Lycan Prince. But they could go f**k themselves for all I care, I am done letting people trample me.

“We saw each other an hour ago.” I roll my eyes at his possessiveness.

“Still too long. Come.” He takes my hand and leads me away from the prying eyes. We arrive at one of the damaged buildings as he leads me behind it, where no one seems to venture to. Once we’re there, he pushes my back against the wall before smashing his lips with

mine.

I dig my fingers through his golden hair that shimmers under the morning sun, entangling my tongue with his as we both battle for control. I moan out loud when he bites down on my bottom lip, gently nipping at it and bruising it. His hands at my waist travel under my top before

trailing up my torso, where my breasts lay trapped in their bra cup.

In a quick motion, he unclasps my bra, delving his fingers into the cups before brushing his soft hands over my n*****s. I moan into his mouth as he massages the two mounds, sending shockwaves of heat down my belly to end in a puddle in my panties.

“Someone might see.” I manage to whisper out as his lips travel down my neck, sucking on the flesh of my skin before he bites down hard. I yelp at the sudden pain, jumping a bit and

causing him to chuckle in amusement.

his eyes as they devour my body whole. Both his thumbs once more brush over my n*****s, and an involuntary shiver racks my body as he keeps his brown eyes fixed with mine.

will see you except me.” He growls in a possessive tone that only makes me wetter for him. I can see the flashes of gold in his eyes with his jaw clenched in self-restraint from taking me against the

And his hands follow the trail of his eyes down to the waistband of my skirt. I bite my

cup my moist heat, I let out a low whimper, curling my toes in need. But I’m surprised to see him go to his knees, causing him to be right in front of my

and watch, curiously, as he shifts my panties to the

my bruised lip so no one would hear me. Since this place was filled with werewolves who all have

neither the time nor the place. But my words seem to land on

Reagan’s lips directly come in contact with

much.

to the back of my head. I try to refrain my moans from coming out when his tongue brings me to the brink of pleasure. By now, my mouth had a thin line of blood going down, from biting my own lips so hard. My claws had come

at my mate’s hair.

to stop before we’re caught, or for him to continue pushing me towards

my right leg over his shoulder while he holds the other down as I squirm. I felt him use a long thick finger to replace his tongue. His dark eyes are transfixed on my dripping cunt before

pink at the intensity in them, but I

clamps his lips on my hard nub. I burst on his lips like a waterfall, my legs turning to jelly when my orgasm hits me hard. I have to bite down on my fist so

wrecked building.

of all time while families are out there, mourning their losses. I feel horrible. But it’s not my fault. Reagan was the one bringing me to this forbidden pleasure with his

he usually haves after making me burst. He just has this impassive look on as he rises back up after pulling down my skirt. His hand reaches back into my top to help hook

can even feel it in my heart that he wasn’t happy at the

him, which explains why he had brought me here to devour

ask, bringing my palm up to cup his cheeks.

him to open up.

me.” I request, showing my love

takes my hand, which is cupping his cheek, and places a kiss at

“More than a dozen packs have been raided by

I quickly said with my heart

he’s meant to guide us to

him.

done your best. It’s not your fault the rogues

once more, making sure he’s staring straight into my eyes. “We haven’t lost yet. We’ll get them the next time because we’ll be well prepared for them.” I assure

He whispers between

for a second before regaining it. I know he wants me to say the words back, but I couldn’t tell him something I wasn’t sure of. The word felt foreign to me, but I liked hearing it from him.

busy trying to patch up the little

packs who had come were helping as much

couldn’t tell them to come and stay at the other nearby pack’s packhouse

wouldn’t listen.

said before, werewolves are very territorial. They wouldn’t leave their home for anything, unless their mates were in another pack, in which case they would

almost sunset before we decided to leave. Adrian was in the driver’s seat as always while my mate and I remained in the back. Danny had taken his