The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

ASHANTI'S POV.

A combination of shock and mind spinning sensations submerge me into a complete state of oblivion as our lips move in perfect synchrony. The stunning contact of our lips is all glowing, sparking warmth. Soft. Firm lips. His lips against mine. Passionate and urgent to say something to me that he had been unable to say with words.

He smells like expensive cologne and sun and heat and ocean. His breath blends with mine so much that I can't tell where his exhale ends and where my inhale begins. Every sensation is packed with miracles and overwhelming surprise and deep commitment. He's kissing me and I'm kissing him and is feels like there's no one else in the whole world but the two of us and I never want this moment to end... but it does because his lips suddenly stop moving against mine and the warm effect, they had on mine is replaced by cold air that breezes disappointment into my heart. The entire room has gone silent. It seems even the wind is afraid to make a sound.

I'm staring at his face, the place where the sun rises, rests and shines. He's staring down at me and my lungs are failing to expand.

"Ashanti." He calls, his voice husky, his tone intimately low and a shiver moves through me, followed by a heated ache between my legs.

I don't respond because I lack the energy to do so. My thoughts are in total disarray. Letters are flying everywhere in my head and I can't string them together to make meaningful words, not to talk of sentences.

"This constant bantering we do every time we meet is killing me. Let's learn to be at ease with each other. Again." He says and squeezes me against his chest and I marvel at the power, the glory and the wonder in such a simple movement. He breathes the scent of my hair and kisses the side of my head and I feel like I'm floating.

His hold, his touch, the feeling of his body against mine is aggravating the ache between my legs.

I need him to kiss me again, this time around, whilst touching me in places that will make me moan with pleasure.

to my toes to meet his lips with mine. I feel him freeze for the first three seconds before he slips his hand around my waist and deepens the kiss. I kiss him with all my might, telling

but we are on my bed, naked and I'm so horny, I could fuck anything that's hard enough to get inserted into my vagina. Alpha Reagan slides down the last piece of

to my body and settling himself between my legs. I let out a small gasp when I feel his strong and hard

my breast like his life depends on it and I can feel an orgasm gearing up as he strokes my nipple. He does the same to the right breast and just when I think I'm getting overloaded with pleasure, he trails hot, tingly kisses down my torso and parts my lips to give him full access to

he plants soft kisses all over my thighs before going back to my pussy, but before he dives in, he glances up and his lips curve into

know exactly what

about to make me scream and forget my damn name while I come over and over

tip of tongue over my clit. Over and over again. I fall back on the bed and seal my lips to curb the loud moan gearing up in my throat from spilling out. It's too good. Desire is drugging me, molten

sucks on my clit.

me crying out in

name sounds like a sin on his lips. I have to swallow before

have any idea

moving back to my clit. My hands leave his hair and I fist the sheets and I writhe so much that he has to pin my hips in place to keep me from writhing too far from his tongue. He does one swirl on my clit again and my orgasm takes over me. I cry out as the orgasm

I'm screaming.