1.Hated Mate-1
|| Selene's POV ||
“Take me,” I whispered, my legs wrapped around his waist as my hips arched instinctively toward him, desperate for more.
“Take me, Rowan,” I pleaded again.
His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles on my cl.it, each stroke sending another wave of heat through my body. The teasing pace was unbearable. It stripped away every trace of composure, every lesson in grace and restraint I had spent my life learning.
Yesterday, I had been a princess.
The pampered Princess of the North.
Tonight, I was something else entirely.
I was the Queen of Arkandale. The Luna of the lycan I had loved for the last three years.
Rowan's powerful arms pinned my wrists above my head with effortless strength. Trapped beneath him, I could only stare up at his face.
The flickering candlelight sharpened the angles of his jaw and cheekbones, casting shadows that made him look even more dangerously handsome.
If my lycan were awake, she would be howling with joy. She had always accepted Rowan without hesitation as her alpha, her king, her mate.
My gaze locked with his.
Those piercing blue eyes reminded me of the frozen crystals that glittered across the northern mountains. Cold and beautiful. Impossible to look away from.
The intensity of his stare stole my breath.
A slow smile curved his lips.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “All worked up, and I've barely touched you.”
“Rowan...” His name slipped from my lips like a prayer.
The sound seemed to please him.
Heat coiled low in my stomach. My body trembled with anticipation, every nerve focused on him, every thought consumed by him.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing my skin.
“And you are dripping. Like some cheap slut!” His voice rasped over my ears. “Tell me, Selene, how bad do you want me to f**k you?”
“Please Rowan… I can’t bear it anymore!” My chest rose and fell as I mumbled.
“That won't do! I want to hear it from you, Selene!” His voice rolled over my skin like a command. “How do you want me to f**k you?”
“Take me, Rowan.” I whispered. “Take me however you want me. I am all yours!”
The moment the words left my lips, he released my wrists and leaned back against the edge of the bed.
His feet settled on the carpet as those icy blue eyes studied me.
“Then come here,” he said calmly. “Between my legs.”
My breath caught.
Rowan had always been playful, but there was a commanding side to him that surfaced when he chose to claim control. And if I were honest, I loved that side of him most.
He didn't have to tell me twice.
I rose slowly from the bed, feeling the cool air brush against my heated skin.
The only thing I was wearing was a pair of sluty lingerie Rowan had prepared for me before… to make the wedding night special.
The red lacy bra did nothing to hide my blossoms, and the thongs with lacy stockings exposed all of my ass, and my slender long legs. His eyes were trained on me which only made me more confident. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I squeezed my thighs tight as I sat on the floor, between his legs. The thong was all wet from my arousal. My blossoms touched his knees as I looked up, seductively. He was the most handsome man I ever met.
“Good,” Rowan said at last, clearly pleased.
His fingers tilted my chin upward, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Now beg. Beg for me to f**k you, Selene.”
“Rowan, please!” I whispered, my hand brushed his thigh.
“Please what?” He narrowed his gaze as if he didn't know what I wanted.
“Please Rowan… take me.” I spoke a bit louder this time.
“Take you? To where?” He asked, amused.
“Stop playing with me, Rowan.” I felt a bit impatient. “f**k me. f**k me now.”
His hand moved through my hair until I felt his grip tightening. The pain and pleasure both shot up. Every touch of his was intoxicating. It burned through my skin, to my core.
“f**k me, my alpha!” I muttered, as he hovered over my face.
His eyes stayed still as his lips curled again, “and why should I f**k a w***e like you? I am, after all, the lycan king of Arkandale.”
“What!” The gasp left my lips. Wasn't he done playing yet?
“Didn’t you hear me clearly? I don't f**k the whores.” His eyes went cold as the words spat over my face.
