Lycan King

'Yes,' she whispered.

'Eve, I cannot explain this bind I have with you, nor can I predict the future, but what I can do is tell you I have never felt like this for a woman in my life, not even for the late queen.' He ran a shaky rough hand through his hair. 'The legend is true. There is one mate for every Lycan, but the legend does not apply to me.'

Eve frowned.

'I've always felt…alone. My people, my land and my kingdom are my priority. They depend on me for food, shelter, protection. When my own father died and I inherited his crown, I swore I would take care of this land and make him proud. I married the queen to bear an heir and I love my son deeply, but I've always feared the legend would tear me away from my royal duties.'

'I don't understand.'

His face turned grim. 'I am like you. I don't believe in fairy tales. Not for me, in any case. I am happy for my son, but what happened to him will not happen to me. There is no Lycan Legend for me. I believe in the now and how I can keep my kingdom safe. I can't believe in ones and happily ever afters. Too many lives depend on me.' He inhaled slowly and released a heavy breath. 'You are ideal for me. You are brave, courageous, kind. You are strong and honourable.'

'What are you saying?'

'Be my wife. Rule by my side. You are a warrior at heart with a strong, courageous spirit. Together, we can protect this kingdom and make it prosper. You have power, beauty, bravery, all befitting qualities for a queen.'

Eve didn't know what to say. She was stunned. She could never marry him and once he knew the truth about her, she doubted he'd want her.

'I'm sorry, Drago. I cannot be your queen.'

His jaw tightened. 'You don't have to answer me now. Let me show you how right it could be between us.' He took her by the shoulders and drew her in his arms, his dark gaze dipping to her mouth. 'Eve, I want you,' he said. 'Let us be together now, in this moment, as man and woman.'

Slowly, he lowered his head and Eve fought the urge to run from him. The look he gave her as his head came down made her stomach somersault. She wasn't going to deny herself anymore. She wanted this and would treasure this moment forever.

She closed her eyes and felt his arms go around her as his mouth met hers. His lips moved sensually over hers, her knees growing weak, and she slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders. She moaned softly against his mouth and ran her hands to the back of his head. She didn't want this kiss to end.

His hands came between them and he slowly unbuttoned her vest. Dragging his mouth from hers, he slipped the vest from her shoulders and cupped her breasts, giving her a bone-melting gaze.

'You drive me mad with desire,' he said, his tone hoarse with need.

His hands slipped to her pants and he felt around for lace or ties. He gave her a quizzical look. 'How do these come off?'

Slowly, she slipped her hands inside the waist band of her pants and slid them off her hips.

His face tightened with desire as her bare skin revealed itself.

She bent and lifted her feet from the pants, tossing them behind her. She stood before him, unashamed of her nakedness.

'Now, it's your turn,' she said, her tone husky with unconcealed desire. She went for his tunic, but he grabbed her hand and shook his head.

'Let me. It will be faster.' With deft and quick moves, he removed his royal garb and stood naked before her.

Eve ran her gaze over his body and shivered. He was perfection. She glanced down at his arousal and nearly gasped. It appeared his immense size wasn't only limited to his shoulders and biceps.

He bent and lifted her in his arms, his warm flesh sending thrills down her spine and carried her to the bed. He lay down beside her and ran his hands along her body, down to her womanhood, where she arched her neck and gasped as he slipped his finger inside her.

She writhed and bucked as he explored her core, darts of pleasure shooting up her spine. She reached out her hand and ran it along his strong chest, marveling at the beauty of his magnificent body. She went lower until she found his rigid staff draped in velvet and steel and clasped her fingers around him.

He sucked in a harsh breath and growled. Their gazes locked and she parted her lips in wonder at the look of possessiveness on his face.

His eyes turned amber just for a second and she frowned for a moment. She wanted the man, not the wolf.

'What is it?'

'Nothing. Your eyes just changed for a moment.'

She wasn't even sure if he heard her because in the next instant, he was lying on top of her, bracing his weight above her with his elbows on the bed. She arched her lower body to meet his.

He stared at her, his face tight with desire and he positioned himself before he impaled her with a sharp, hard thrust, filling her. Her body immediately expanded to accommodate his size and she moaned at the exquisite rush of pleasure and pain throbbing at her center.

He looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze sultry and dark and a delicious shiver ran down her spine.

Slowly, he began to move and she matched his tempo and pace. He kissed her, his tongue warm and sweet and she surrendered to her mounting passion. Drago groaned softly against her lips and picked up speed. The energy between them was thick and hot and she felt truly human for the first time in centuries.