Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Zenovia
His hand was still holding mine, and I was fighting the pain and the tears in addition to the urge of not dissolving like a puddle in his arms.
King Callahan pushed my hands above my head and held them with one hand while the other traveled down to prop my chin up.
I shivered at the touch as he forced me to look in the eye.
“Yes, you are neither weak nor timid. You are a feral, rogue pup. A pup I found in the wild when it accidentally stumbled
across me.”
I hissed. “I am no pup nor am I feral”
I was awarded with another chuckle as he brought his face near and our noses almost touched.
“Yes, you area wild, wild pup. Or let us say kitten.”
Ok now, he was just mocking me.
I should have opened my mouth to yell at him, but I was too busy trying to not let my gaze dip down his face.
His shirt was askew, and it was just enough to give me a tantalizing glance of his perfecily sculpted body..
“And do you know what I do with them?”
Oh dear. His voice was doing odd things to me, things I had never imagined.
He kept looking me in the eye, his hand resting on my wrists, pinned above my head and his lips merely a hair’s breadth from mine.
I whimpered as I looked into those golden orbs that seemed to have lit up like fire. I had momentarily lost all other rational thoughts and all my focus was on his lips and how it would feel to kiss him.
His eyes dipped down to mine as if he had read my thoughts and answered his question,

“I tame them”
I gave a mirthless chuckle, “You can keep dreaming that-”
I had begun, but the words were cut off because he simply fulfilled my fantasy as his lips came crashing down on mine.
My heart raced wildly as Callahan’s strong grip pushed me against the cold, unyielding wall. I could feel the hardness of the concrete against my back, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from his body.
His piercing gaze locked onto mine, filled with a potent mix of desire and determination that sent a jolt of anticipation through my veins.
In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Callahan and me in our own intimate bubble.
I could hardly breathe as his hold on my wrist tightened, a possessiveness tinged with a gentle touch. Every nerve in my body came alive under his fingertips, stirring a hunger that I had long suppressed.
Callahan’s head descended slowly, his warm breath teasing my earlobe and electrifying my senses. A shiver cascaded down my spine as his lips gently grazed my jawline, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses.
His soft, full lips were perfect and when they met mine, stars exploded behind my eyes. I was a hot mess the instant his lips.
touched mine.
Each touch felt like a tender caress, promising a passion that threatened to consume us both. My heartbeat quickened, mirroring the rhythm of his own.
My knees turned wobbly and my body was ignoring all the warning signals my brain was trying to send to it.
I should have thrashed harder, pushed him away, but it was as if my body had grown a mind of its own.
When our lips met, a surge of electricity surged through my entire being. The kiss was intense, a collision of longing and desire that left me breathless. Callahan’s lips moved with a ferocity that set my body ablaze, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth, igniting a fire that burned deep within me.
Instinctively, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, yearning for more. Our bodies melded together, fitting perfectly as if we were meant to be intertwined in this moment. The world around us faded into insignificance as we lost. ourselves in the whirlwind of emotions and sensations.
Or atleast, that was what happened to me.
Time lost all meaning as the kiss deepened, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. I was overwhelmed by the taste of him, the sensation of his body against mine, and the intoxicating scent that enveloped us.
Chapter 9
The feel of his lips on mine was heavenly. It could be because I had never kissed anyone, nor ever imagined anybody, to ever
want to kiss me.
And here was the most handsome man of the entire kingdom, the ruthless yet oddly charming Lycan king himself. devouring me whole.
1 tried again in vain to thrash against him, but his lips were glued to mine and slowly my hands stopped trying to push him away. They had never wanted to do that either way.
And against my brain’s better judgement, they snaked up his broad back and pulled him closer to myself. Just what was wrong with me?
The way his lips opened mine made all the rational thoughts fly out of the window. My brain, too, followed suit and all my thoughts, all my feelings, were concentrated on his expert lips as they teased mine.
The kiss was soft at first, gentle and sweet, but when I did not open up, he forced my lips open.
And I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy that.
Every nerve in my body was tingling, and it was as if he was not just kissing my lips, but my entire body at once.
I whimpered again as his lips opened mine and my hands continued roaming over his broad back, wanting more of him. His touch was already addictive, but the way he kissed me was beyond my wildest imaginations.
I whimpered and moaned as his hands traveled downwards toward my legs. A wave of desire rippled through me as he pushed me up, his hands holding my thigh and bringing me to eye level.
His rough, calloused hands ignited sparks as they touched my bare skin and I wanted more of this, more of him.
So instead of pushing him away, my lips opened up to give him more access. His other hand went behind my head and played with my hair, tugging at them as my eyes fluttered shut.
I was dissolving in a puddle as his lips caressed me, sending shivers up and down my spine. I had lost the battle against him. long ago and I was not even sure when I joined him in the efforts to let him do what he wanted.
So far, I had not allowed anybody to touch me, much less kiss me, but with him, everything I had lived by seemed to change.