The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 69

69 Gentle hands

Ophelia felt terror flood out of her spirit and breathed a sigh of relief as Nikolai’s chest, which was pushing directly against hers, released the pressure. She almost screamed as she felt intense heat overtake her entire body as he lay unconscious on top of her, his massive, fit body pressing against her small, frail body. 1

She shoved him to the side of the bed to save her own life, and was ever grateful for her fortitude. She was able to make him lay comfortably on the bed. She took her time gazing at him. His chest was gradually rising and falling, and his dark hair was sprayed across the bed like a sleeping beauty. Goddess! This being was an incredible piece of artwork. His sleeping visage radiated complete contentment and real tranquility. Without his psychotic smiles and seductive smiles… Ophelia was glad that he was actually breathing.

She had earlier left the library without returning to visit her brother. She acted independently, not as a result of Nikolai’s weird jealousy. In real honesty, she believed that she posed a threat to both Lev and, ironically, Nikolai.

As she continued to stare at him, she noticed that his brows were occasionally furrowing due to exhaustion. His expression of tranquility was being warped by it. She realized immediately that teleporting from a great distance must have caused his unexpected frailty. When he used to teleport to Fireria, she questioned how weak he typically felt. Although Fireria and Celestia were a great distance apart, he had already paid her two visits.

She sighed, took hold of his collar, and pulled him to sit with a grunt. With her second hand, she started to take off his coat while keeping him immobile by placing a hand at the back of his neck.

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The snake tattoo on his neck caught her attention, causing her eyes to flare. Unconsciously, her fingers caressed the head.

“You…”

She shook her head and concentrated on taking off all of his outerwear before gently lowering him with his back against the bed.

“You can’t possibly live a day without killing someone, can you?” She remembered Yakim’s earlier statements and questioned. Nikolai had killed a general. She just shook her head, folded his coat, set it on her lap and stared at him.

“You’re probably starving.” His forehead was beginning to wrinkle even more as she worriedly murmured. “I think he needs blood.” She murmured as she slid up the bed and set the coat on the chair next to the bed.

She pondered if she should take a major risk by giving Nikolai her blood or whether she could leave the room to find Rhaziel. Actually, both involved hazards, and she was fully aware of this.

She returned his stare with a somewhat enraged expression. “Why in the world do you even require blood? You are very bizarre.”

Her stomach began to grumble loudly, and she let out a gasp, grabbing her stomach. “Right! I haven’t had lunch or dinner.” She was so uncomfortable that she bit her lower lip. Only Nikolai seemed to be concerned about her eating habits, and the more he fed her, the more she seemed to like it.

Ophelia grinned. She barely had enough to eat back in Fireria, so she was constantly grumpy. Not because she didn’t want to, but rather because no one seemed to give a damn about feeding her, reminding her, or even checking to see if she had eaten. She also didn’t seem to give it any thought. She never ate until she was starving.

“I’m always training.” She grumbled as she returned to the bed, climbed

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under the blanket, and curled up next to Nikolai, who was still completely unconscious.

“Wake up.” She gave him a cheek prod. He didn’t suddenly open his eyes; instead, his brows relaxed and she twitched her lips in complete disbelief.

“Wake up, I’m starving.” She muttered as she traced her finger down his flawlessly smooth skin and toward his lips. Her eyes lit up at the sight of those thin, enticing red lips. The sensation of that soft lips against hers caused her to experience tremendous, wild feelings that regularly caused her to lose her mind. She was completely enchanted by Nikolai’s influence.

His upper lip was gently stroked by her thumb as her gaze locked on his lips and hers naturally parted. Despite the constant talk of fate from everyone around her, Ophelia couldn’t figure out why she felt such a strong attraction to him. He was the villain in her tale, right? She was supposed to be someone else, but who was that? The hero of her tale? As she took in those words, they weren’t ludicrous even though they should have been. Right?

She wanted to ask a question that no one, not even she, could know the answer to. Why did it feel so… Natural to be with Nikolai? So intended and not at all prohibited? She was aware that they were entirely different species, but why? How come…

“Such gentle hands.” Before she had a chance to respond, he grasped her wrist, separated his lips, and then elevated his hands to her fingers, where he caught her middle finger and shoved it into his mouth.

Ophelia became still. His tongue wrapped around her finger as her heart beat rapidly and fire surged throughout her body. In the most seductive way, he licked her finger. She completely lost her voice, and as he opened his bloody eyes–which were glistening with great yearning and blood lust -she nearly lost her breath.

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While making scalding eye contact with her, he grabbed her wrist and sucked her finger. Ophelia felt like screaming because she was so shocked and hot. And she noticed that those eyes flashed with a perverted longing when he took her finger out of his lips.

He commanded, “Use these hands to good use FireStorm,” his voice calming, naturally deep and alluring.

“Fuck!” Ophelia found her voice, frantically blinking. “W.. what?”

Nikolai grinned cunningly. “I need a message, my neck hurts.”

“O.. oh..” Ophelia blinked quickly and agitatedly. Why in the world was this happening to her?

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