âJust let me regain control of myself,â he murmurs, closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the chair. He swallows hard, and I watch his adamâs apple bob up and down and glance at Gnash who is now standing, his eyes watching Regan like he is about to attack him if he moves too quickly.
Awkwardly, I sit there while mentally questioning what Iâm doing even agreeing to sit in his lap.
Especially after he just told me he is struggling to not harm me, yet I donât want Gnash to attack him either.
When he opens his eyes and lifts his head, he watches me with a strange expression on his face. âYou can hop off now if you want,â he mumbles the last part, looking over at Gnash who sits back down.
âWhat do you mean?â I ask him remaining where I am, his words only confusing me. He almost looks upset. He turns his head to look back at me.
âYou donât fear me like most women, and your scent is almost intoxicating to me, stronger than it was yesterday.â I almost scoff at his words. If only he knew how much he actually scares me. Itâs not about not fearing them because I do, just not for the reasons they think I do. I donât fear death, but I fear the pain and torture they can inflict before Iâm granted it.
âYou hate me. I donât very much like you either, but you donât fear me, and those that donât fear me have another agenda, except you. Itâs refreshing,â he shrugs.
And he thinks Iâm weird because I grew up in a cave and didnât know what a pancake is? I blink, trying to figure out if I should move off his lap or remain.
âWell, youâre hardly a joy to be around, but Iâm curious now. Is it your intention to make women fear you? Or do people just fear you in general because of your lack of social skills and vile manners?â
He clenches his teeth and growls, the sound vibrating from his chest.
âThey have reason to fear me. I am what they claim. Or I was? Now Iâm a monster, but not by my own choosing,â he states.
âAnd what was that?â I ask.
âCruel until I was cursed. Now the only women that come near me are either coerced, threatened, or looking for a way toââ he shakes his head, muttering under his breath.
âLooking for a way to what?â
âMy brothers, they donât want me. They never do. Being with me will earn them death, but my brothers?â he swallows and brushes his fingers through his hair, watching me.
âYou just donât want to be near me in general, but you donât fear my curse, probably because you donât know about it, but you will, and then youâll pick one of them. Your objective will change.â
âMy only desire is to be free of all of you; I never asked for this,â I tell him.
âAs for your lady issues, go to one of those places⦠the um..â I pause, trying to remember what theyâre called. I had heard men that come to the caves speak of them when they found human settlements.
âA brothel?â Regan laughs, and I nod my head.
âI guess that is one thing my father is correct about. He canât give us away or bribe us a bride; the only way is to force their hand or your hand.â Regan exhales.
âWell, since I now have to worry about a curse that apparently will make me choose your very friendly, so much more desirable brother Zeke, I would like to hear the details of this curse so I can weigh up my options?â I chuckle, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
He watches me for a second, then purses his lips. His face hardens, eyes darken, and his aura slips out and turns sinister; my stomach drops, and I swallow, suddenly wishing I never asked.
âIâm cursed to kill every woman I sleep with, or any woman I want is cursed to die. In other words, Iâm cursed to be alone.â
âCursed to be alone?â I ask, and he nods.
âYes, every woman I have been with, Iâve killed. So finding a woman that doesnât fear me is refreshing.â
âBut donât all curses have loopholes?â I question knowing they do. He just needs to figure out what it is.
âApparently. But I stand no chance of finding her. The witch made sure of that!â
âSo you just have to find a woman who loves you to break it? Well, fuck. Youâre definitely screwed, sorry, but I think youâre destined to be alone!â I mock him, and he chuckles.
âNo, I have to find my mate, and seeing as there are no Lycan females left, itâs impossible. So I guess youâre right; I am destined to be alone or at least celibate.â He laughs.
âWait, so you just canât have sex with them?â Regan raises an eyebrow at me.
âYou find that amusing?â he growls.
âI find it amusing that you would think I would choose Zeke, whereas if I picked you, I would never have to worry about being raped by you since one of your fatherâs rules is I canât be killed.â I laugh.
âSo, in my eyes, that just makes you my prime candidate.â I snicker.
Regan chuckles. âJust because I canât fuck you without killing you doesnât mean youâre completely useless to me in that area,â he states. My laugh cuts off, and I look at him.
âAre you sure you donât want to run now?â he purrs, gripping my hips. His eyes move to my chest, and they flicker. His hand twitches on my hip when he grabs my breast again, making me gasp.
âRegan?â I snap at him but it seems almost like he canât control himself and I notice Gnash jump off the bed and move closer.
âI donât want to hurt you. But you forget, human. I canât fuck you without permission or, in my case, without killing you, but you canât refuse our touch as long as it is above the waist.â He purrs, brushing his thumb over my nipple.
I clench my teeth, looking out the window, intent on not being present if heâs going to grope me. âYou said you wouldnât touch me.â my voice shakes as I stare at the window.
âYou should have hopped off my lap,â he growls then grinds his teeth together making me look at him to realize he is trying not to touch me, heâs just lost to his Lycan senses. His eyes flit to mine.
âBut just because I donât need your permission doesnât mean I donât want it.â Regan murmurs, moving his hand and gripping the armchair. His claws deeply into the fabric.
âGo, you can use my shower, just donât run from the room or I will chase you,â he states looking at the fireplace while I stare at him.
âHurry up before I change my mind or lose my control.â