The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 53

In response to his startling gesture of biting her lip till he could taste her blood, Ophelia trembled and stifled a gasp. Her body felt almost as though lightning were being zapped into it constantly. She clung to him as he retreated slightly till their lips were barely in contact. 1

Ophelia never expected to feel this way, and to make matters worse, under him, she felt like a masochist. What on earth was he doing to her? She was about to say something when he smacked his lips against hers again, this time without warning. His tongue was buried in her mouth, devouring, sucking, and licking as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Inexplicable pleasure flooded her entire being, and she felt something hot begin to bubble in her stomach. Heat arose between her thighs, and her breasts began to swell as the heat she began to feel increased in an astonishing degree.

Nikolai relinquished his grip on her lips and laid a light kiss on her little jaw before moving down to the side of her neck to nibble and lick. Ophelia could only moan as his hot breath brushed her neck.

The pleasure was overpowering and when her hand unintentionally grabbed his hair, he let out a deep growl of content. He suddenly pulled her away from the wall and wrapped his arms around her body, breathing heavily at their heated proximity.

Ophelia’s breaths were shaky, his hot breath was fanning her neck and the absence of his lips on her skin gave her the urge to protest. She yearned for more.

Just as her lips parted, she felt something sharp gracing softly on her neck. Her eyes shot open, widening as they turned into their golden reptile–like form. His fangs.

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He abruptly let go of her and raised his head to her beautiful face and intoxicating eyes that were still deadly intoxicating even in their current dragon form.

When Ophelia blinked, her eyes reverted back to their original hazel gray color. Her lips parted in shock. Fangs were not visible. What was…? He seemed to be fighting off strong urges from the way he glanced at her with complete hesitancy. His eyes were fierce and his jaw tensed as he took quick, deep breaths.

In an effort to suppress the urges he was fighting, he suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and started raking his hair. After only a few seconds, he opened his eyes, his face relaxed, and slightly calmed his breathing, but his eyes continued to twist intensely.

He carefully let go of her, moved a step away. “You can go take a bath while I go get your meal.” He said in a low voice and before she could respond he planted a soft kiss on her lips.

While he turned away and made imposing strides toward the door, Ophelia stood motionless, flustered and bewildered. He vanished from sight rather than opening the door.

Ophelia let out a shocked squeal when she realized that the guardian beast had witnessed what just happened between them.

“Oh my gods!” She exclaimed, whirled around, then staggered hurriedly into the bathing room.

She took her time getting into a cold bath to get rid of the scalding heat that was permeating her entire existence. Her brain had returned to normal, but it was still repeating the earlier events. It took all of her resolve to keep from stroking her nipples or lips, which were still prickly

and firm.

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Ophelia hurried through her bath, changed into a robe, and then left the bathroom after quickly towel–drying her hair. The only thing she saw when she turned to face the side of the bed and peered around was a white nightdress that was neatly folded.

Nikolai must have returned back to the room. Her face burned and she changed into the dress right away.

She jumped into the bed, burying her face in the pillow, and gasped. She suddenly jolted herself into a sitting position, her face red as a tomato.

“Oh my!” She moaned, putting her hands over her mouth. How on earth was she going to face him at this point and look him in the eyes? She felt so little and incredibly timid.

Her hair splashed across her face as she moaned and landed with a thud

on the bed. She put her palm on her chest and could feel her heart beating rapidly. It moved unusually quickly for a dragon! She was not going to die in battle, but rather from a heart condition at this rate! Ophelia started tossing and turning on the bed as her thoughts drifted back to the previous pleasurable experience.

Hours passed and the door opened slowly. Nikolai entered with his head and eyes hidden by the hood of his cloak. He had an incredibly ominous vibe and appeared to be an assassin who had just done his night’s work.

The room’s drapes automatically closed as soon as the door shut behind him, enveloping him in a dense, murky mist. Darkness enveloped the

space.

Slowly taking off the hood of his cloak, Nikolai revealed his

bloodlust–satiated flaming crimson eyes. He entered the bathroom, had a hot bath, and then emerged clothed for the night. He then climbed into the bed staring at his Firestorm who was fast asleep.

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