Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Sparks explode through my body, flooding me with warmth as my heart pounds in my ears. Hayes remains still and my stomach drops out, my cheeks heating in embarrassment and disappointment before I pull away. I stumble backward, my hand coming over my mouth

as Hayes reaches out and catches me.

"I'm sorry." I murmur, looking everywhere and anywhere but at him.

"Kyra." Hayes says softly,

"Shit, shit, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me." It's a lie. I know exactly what came over me. The damn mate bond and the memories of how much I cared for him. It was idiotic and I realize that now that I am in my right mind.

"Kyra," He says again, his arm yanking me to him as my eyes grow wide and I let out a confused squawk.

"Uh," I look up at him, feeling the air fade away around me as I watch his eyes scan my face and land on my lips before they crash into mine.

Electricity surges from my lips to my fingertips as I melt into him, forgetting everything else. He is harsh and hungry as his hand slides up my face, guiding me, no, holding me in place. His calloused thumb rubs over my cheek, my lips parting as I slip my tongue out to taste him.

Hayes' mouth opens, his teeth catching my tongue before releasing it and chasing me with his own. My arms slip up and over his neck, his hands moving as he holds me tight and kisses me like he wants to consume me. Butterflies dance in my stomach, my limbs feeling like they melt on the spot if I can't have more of him. I need more of him.

He breaks away in a flash, his heated breath panting over my lips as I lift my lust laden eyes to meet his. There is nothing but desire and unbridled need on his face, no regret or hesitation and yet, he presses his lips together and leans back.

"I need you to stop." He says, his voice a husky growl that brings an uncontrolled shiver up my spine.

"Why?" I whisper, leaning into him as I press my head to his chest, trying to catch my breath.

"Because I can't," He whispers. His hand glides up my side, over my arm and across my shoulder. Then he tickles over my skin with his fingers caressing over my collar bone before he gently places his hand over my throat and up my chin, lifting my head. "Say no, or I will not stop."

"I thought you hated me," I whisper, that snarky part of me unable to remain hidden.

with this," he murmurs before he captures my

tongue is. But I relish the way he doesn't hold back. The way his lips may be soft, but his grip on my neck and around my back says he is hardly keeping himself

not being able to restrain himself? Not that it matters. What matters is the way he fingers at the hem of the oversized shorts I am wearing. My breathing hitches when his hand slides up my thigh, softly rubbing my skin, his fingers brushing along

flesh. I drag my hands to his chest, resting them gently as I roll my hips toward his hand, practically begging for more than

"Mmm," I hum.

mine again, his tongue tangling with mine as he wraps his hands around my

him, allowing him to carry us wherever the hell he wants. I gasp when my back

breaking away to press his

deftly slips my shorts to the side and his eyes meet mine. Heat floods to my lower belly as I watch him observing me. I moan as he presses forward, his own pleasured groan making me sink into him deeper. My whole world feels like it is shifting on its axis. Everything I thought I knew seems to disappear as he rolls his hips into mine and I let out a loud groan. I press my head to his neck, taking him in

up as I gasp along with his every movement. I can feel pleasure mounting, the way it seems to build

say his name with any more force than

tight as if he is dragging me onto him

voice down before he buries his head into my

"Fuck, Leandra...yes...fuuuuck." He groans.

It shouldn't hurt this much. I should understand that she means something to him.

knew it was Hayes who was making love to me in the woods. But then again, maybe my mistake is that I assumed we were making love and not just having

eyes as

ne?

I might rip apart at any moment. Gone is the high of the moment as I turn my head away and gently press against his chest, disconnected us on too many levels before I stumble to the side and

he

okay?" he asks, concern

say, clearing my throat. "Why wouldn't I

my hair out of its ponytail, run my fingers through it and tie it back up, just looking

with the fakest smile I have ever mustered. He frowns at me, his hand on his hips as he tries

our usual bickering. But I can't...what I