Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King-Chapter 41

~ ROWAN

The sound of my bedroom door opening forced my eyes open.

I was a light sleeper, always had been.

My mother used to say that it was my most frustrating quality as a child. Any sudden movements, and my eyes would be wide open. The problem with that was that I’d never fall asleep after.

I sat up, confused as to who would walk into my bedroom at this time.

The only person who would dare was Aria, and even she would have knocked first for fear of seeing me undressed as I slept.

"Who’s there?" I called out to the slightly ajar door but was met with silence.

I didn’t rise to my feet, only because I didn’t want to give the intruder an eyeful of my naked body.

"I don’t have time for your games-"

"Don’t you?" Nyssa’s soft voice answered as she walked into my room. "You seem to like playing them."

She had on a long black robe like the one she wore the night I met her in the dining room. It flowed on the ground behind her, sweeping like a dark cape as she shut the door behind her.

The material was light and sheer. I could see the outline of her very short nightdress through it, and against my better judgment, my dick hardened.

Forcing a frown on my face, I kept my eyes on her face. "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you’re trying so hard to push me away." She took a step closer and I stopped her with a warning look.

"Don’t."

A brow rose. "Or what?" she took another step closer until she was standing at the foot of the bed. "What will you do, Rowan? If I recall correctly, you followed me into that alley."

"Only to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself."

She laughed humorlessly clearly not believing me. "You had your lips on my neck. What was that for? To check my pulse?"

I gritted my teeth in frustration. I had no excuse for that.

I did it because I could, because she bared her neck to me and the sight had me straining through my pants as I imagined my mark on her neck.

I did it because I couldn’t stop myself, I wanted to taste her, to dart my tongue out and lick her soft skin.

NO!

"You need to leave," I warned but she didn’t move.

Instead, she walked around the bed until she was standing right next to me. "If you want me to, you’re going to have to make me."

In one quick second, she undid the ties of her robe and let it fall to the ground at her feet.

My mouth dried completely as I took her in; perfect long legs, full tits straining through her nightwear, soft chocolate skin and curves for days. I could almost picture my hands on her hips as I slid into her slowly.

I tried to look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

She was pure perfection, built like a fucking goddess.

"Nyssa, pick up your fucking robe and-"

"No," she cut me off, leaning over until her face was directly in front of mine. "I’m not walking away. If you want to be a coward then-"

My fingers tangled in her hair as I pulled her into me. The kiss was wild and frenzied, teeth clashing and tongued battling for dominance.

With no way to brace herself, she fell and I flipped her over until I was nestled between spread legs.

She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath and at the feel of her wet cunt against my dick, I nearly came like a fucking teenager.

"Fuck," I groaned out. "No underwear?"

She shrugged. "I didn’t think it was necessary."

I kissed her again, tongue slipping into her mouth to explore every inch of her.

She didn’t give in easily, she battled me for dominance, her fingers wrapped around my neck, nails digging into my back.

One hand found her thigh, gripping tightly as the other pulled the straps of her dress lower, baring her to me.

It felt like a dream, but I could feel her, could smell every inch of her—

A knock on the door threatened to ruin the fantasy.

A small growl left me. "Go away."

I went back to kissing her, but the knock came again, more frantic this time.

I could hear the sound deep in my skull and I knew without a doubt that whoever was on the other side wouldn’t stop knocking anytime soon.

With a groan, I opened my eyes, fully prepared to yell when I realized that something was wrong.

For starters, as I opened my eyes, I was met with the dark ceiling of my bedroom. There was no robe on the floor, no Nyssa in my bed, and my hand was wrapped around my aching cock.

I cursed loud, running my hands down my face with an agitated groan.

I should have known it was a fucking dream.

Memories of last night flooded my mind: walking away from her, her confronting me in the hallway, asking her to leave—

"For fucks sake, I know you’re awake," Aria snapped, throwing the door open. "Why weren’t you answering?"

I pulled my covers higher, hissing out a warning at my sister who didn’t seem to care.

At least I didn’t have to worry about the hard-on anymore because it was quickly deflating at the sight of Aria.

"Nyssa is gone," she snapped. "The guards say she left early this morning. You need to figure out what happened and get her back. Who knows where she is-"

"She is safe," I said simply. "Now if you could leave, I have to get dressed."

I glanced at the clock, mentally cursing when I saw it was almost eight. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept in so late.

Aria didn’t move. "Did you not hear a word I said? Nyssa is missing."

"She isn’t missing. She is on her way home. I asked her to leave."