The Lycan King’s Broken Luna

8. Tangled-1

|| Rowan's POV ||

Walking in there was a mistake and I knew it from the beginning.

As Geoden dragged me through the door before I could agree, I froze at the sight. And the rest of the argument in my head died.

Selene was still in the tub, and the shirt I had given her was gone, abandoned in a wet heap on the floor.

Her bra and underwear hung from the porcelain rim like a quiet surrender. Beneath the still water, every curve of her was visible, softened by candlelight, unhidden and devastating.

Her cheeks were all red. Her breast rose and fell. Her n*****s were already perky, and clearly visible. Her parted lips trembled for a second.

I gulped.

Her scent already overwhelmed my senses and her sight did the rest. She was breathtaking which even made the situation worse.

Slowly she opened her eyes as she realised my presence and a small sound hit the air. Was it a moan? Or just her breath. Either way it touched my chest.

Was she doing it purposely to seduce me?

Probably. She was a princess. She had been trained in every weapon available to her.

My brain still wanted to reason against the hardness of my manhood, against Geoden's mating instincts.

I tried to remind myself. She was a killer… she let Elra…

Then her lips quivered as her tongue touched her lower lip. And all that reasoning evaporated.

Damn this woman! Her half open eyelids sent a chill down my spine.

Geoden became even more restless. f**k Geo! I wouldn't even be able to restrain myself around her.

My brain forgot for a moment that she was a killer. My hands itched to reach for her, to touch her, to claim her. To make her mine in every way possible. My fist trembled as my resistance slipped away. Her scent even grew wilder.

As soon as her eyes fell on me, she mumbled, "Rowan!"

Her hand shot up from the tub. Water cascaded down her slander arm. She looked into my eyes and said in the most enchanting voice I had ever heard, "help me, please. It burns... I can't take it anymore.”

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|| Selene's POV ||

My body begged me, and my mind went wild as soon as I smelt Rowan. The fresh mint scent ignited my heat even more. The pain, the longing, everything melted together. My core throbbed for his touch. Why was I so attached to him? My brain couldn't find an answer. My heart didn't want to look for one either.

I needed him and he was here. That was all that mattered.

He stood by the door step for one whole minute, almost frozen before his eyes sparkled silver. Was it his lycan again?

“Do you even know what you are saying?” He muttered, his voice unusually cold. His eyes narrowed down. I swore they turned a shade darker somehow. My lips trembled. The pain in my stomach rose again.

“Please… help me…” I whispered.

A puff of hot air left my lips. My body was burning and all I could think about was the ways he could take me in this room, claim me, make me his. Probably it was all just a wishful thinking. But I wanted it to be true, even for a split second.

He strode near me in a blink. He leaned to match my height. His face was inches away from mine. His eyes looked once at my lips before they went back to mine. His long finger tilted my chin up, making me look into his eyes.

"Do you even know what you are asking for?" Rowan asked.

"Yes!" I let out a shaky breath. His eyes went even darker. His jaw clenched. He leaned closer.

Then he muttered, “remember, you asked for this.”

The very next moment I found his lips on mine.

His hand slowly went around the back of my neck, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss. The kiss sent butterflies in my stomach. He even tasted like mint. Refreshing and addictive.

His teeth grazed my lips, his tongue swept inside, as if he wanted to taste all of me. I swirled my tongue around his, my arms curled around his neck, making him lean forward further. He was very close yet too far.

Then his hand slowly slid down my back, sending jolts through my skin and stopped my my waist. He curled his arm around my waist and with one simple movement he pulled me out of the tub. Water rolled off my curves, making me exposed for his eyes. I only gasped. My hands grabbed his shoulder instinctively for support.

He pinned me against the wall. The cold wall and the heat of his body became a weird combination. His hand slid up again, caressing my waist, and stopped at my chest this time. He cupped my breast, pressing another kiss on my lips.

“You are so beautiful, Selene!” He muttered, his thumb played with my already perky n*****s, pinching them hard. A mixture of pain and sensation ran down my skin. I let out a moan.

He left my lips and went for my neck. I threw my head back, as he left a trail of kisses along my neck line, to the joint of my ear and my neck. His tongue licked the sweet spot, making me jolt. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he wanted to mark me.

He nibbled on my skin, sending currents to my body. Another moan left my lips before I could stop it. His hand wasn't done playing with my breast either. Then came his lips. He sucked them hard, his teeth grazed around my n*****s before his tongue licked around it as if he was trying to heal the wounds his teeth just left. Then his hand slid down slowly, between my legs. His thumb pressed on my clict and his finger touched the entrance of my core.

“Damn it, Selene.” He cursed for some reason. I could feel he was losing control too due to my heat. My scent was a drug to him. His finger went down from my breast to my core. “You are so damn wet!”