Chapter 51: Chapter 51

“Where’s Zeke?” Regan asks. Lyon sighs.

“Asleep still. I just checked him.” Lyon answers with a shrug.

“And how long have you been standing there?” I ask, and he smirks.

“Long enough to hear you arguing over wanting to touch him,” he states, and my face burns.

“So, why are you in my room?” Regan demands, falling back onto the bed.

“Seeing if she survived the night with you, for one, and I found something,” Lyon answers, which makes Regan sit back up.

“Found what?”

“Dad is dying; that is why he has orchestrated all of this! It’s also how I know you just lied to her. His aura affects Zeke and me, but with him dying, I know it doesn’t affect you unless you allow it to.” Lyon motions toward me.

“How?” Regan asks.

“It doesn’t matter, but I think Zeke is the one behind it. Dad started getting sick the week he showed up here.”

Regan climbs out of bed when Lyon steps into the room further.

“No, I have to wake Zeke in an hour. Stay here. We’ll discuss it tonight. Just do whatever you two were going to do!” Lyon says with a devious smile, tugging at his lips.

“No, it’s fine. We weren’t doing anything, anyway.” Regan retorts, moving to take the paperwork out of his hand. However, Lyon pulls the paperwork out of his reach at the last second but steps closer to him so they are chest-to-chest.

“Gnash won’t let you hurt her!” Lyon tells him.

“If you’re so confident, you let her touch you then!” Regan snarls, and Lyon shrugs.

“Fine by me,” Lyon slams the paperwork against Regan’s chest, forcing him to take it. “I trust our wolves more than I trust myself, and for some reason, they want her almost as much as you want her.”

Regan growls but doesn’t deny or claim what he said is true.

“ Gnash won’t let me hurt her, Regan, so he won’t let you. ” Lyon shoves past him, taking off his shirt.

Regan growls, watching him.

“Where do you want me?” Lyon asks.

“Lyon!” Regan snarls at him, and Lyon smirks and sends me a wink.

“Yes, brother, is there an issue?” Lyon asks, smiling tauntingly. Regan growls, clenching his teeth.

“Get out!” Regan growls at him.

“Then help her out. Surely you don’t want Zeke to be her first-hand job.” Lyon snickers, and I pull a face at what he just said.

“Out!” Regan bellows.

Lyon sends me a crooked smile. “You’re welcome!” he says to me, giving me a bow, and I chuckle and shake my head.

“But for the record, I am not giving anyone a handjob.” I laugh, despite my face heating.

“Oh, so you just expected to touch him and give him blue balls, as if they aren’t blue enough with his new vow of celibacy?” Lyon mocks.

“My balls aren’t fucking blue!” Regan snaps behind him.

“Blue balls?” I ask him. Though now it makes me a little curious.

“Yep, so blue the circulation looks cut off!” Lyon taunts Regan. Yet seeing him with just Regan, I can tell his personality is vastly different from what I have encountered when he’s around Zeke, more playful and less threatening.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Regan asks him.

“Depends. Am I needed here?” Lyon asks him before looking at me.

“Do you need a model to feel up and play with? I don’t mind being your boy toy, but you won’t be leaving me with blue balls?” He warns.

My lips tug at the offer, but I look at Regan, who growls but answers. “We’ll manage. Why do you make shit awkward?” Regan grumbles.

“I don’t make shit awkward! You do. Who the hell turns down being touched by a woman? What’s wrong with you?” Lyon asks, looking offended.

Regan growls and points to the balcony door, and Lyon hurries out, laughing. “Bye, Zirah,” he calls out, then disappears. Now he is gone. Regan sighs and turns back to me. He folds his arms across his chest, a worried expression on his face, so I don’t push him. Instead, I swallow down the worry, waiting for him to speak. He moves closer to the bed, casting his gaze on his wolf.

“If I lose control, you can’t run from me! I will mark you. You do not want me hunting you!”

“But if you lose control, won’t you mark me, anyway?” I ask.

He bites his lip, casting a nervous glance at Gnash. “I don’t recognize anyone but my brothers and wolf when I lose control. So just stay still and call for Gnash!”

I nod my head. “Zirah!” he growls.

“Stay still and call for Gnash!” I tell him, and he sucks in a breath before exhaling loudly.

“Where do you want me, then?” he sighs.

“On the bed?” I ask him. Leaning over to the bedside table, I flick on the lamp.

“Seriously, this is awkward enough, and you want to turn more lights on?” He scolds me.

“What’s wrong? Are you mutilated, or is there something wrong with it?” I ask him. He growls, grabbing the waistband of his boxer shorts.

“There is nothing fucking wrong with it, fine!” He drops his pants and his briefs. I suddenly wish he would put them back on. That thing is monstrous. Not even the ones in the magazines were that size, and Lyon is wrong: he doesn’t have blue balls. But he has big ones!

I shudder mentally, trying to imagine how something like that would fit in a woman. I know the mechanics of sex, but I now question how it’s even possible for human women to mate with a Lycan.

Leaning over, I switch the lamp off.

“Now you want the lamp off?” he huffs when I feel the bed dip. I turn to look back at him, only to come nose-to-nose with him. His eyes flash black as he moves closer, forcing me onto my back.

“I’m supposed to touch you!” I sputter, and he hums.

“So you can touch me but I can’t touch you?” he questions. Does he not remember our argument two minutes before his brother got here?

“That wasn’t what I asked!” I shriek.

“Well, now I am asking, if I am allowing you to touch me, you’ll allow me the same! Besides, Lyon is right. Maybe if I get you out of my system, I can stop obsessing over you!”

“No, no. I wanted to touch you. This wasn’t part of the deal.”

“You can, but new deal! If I am letting you touch me, you’ll be letting me touch you, and Lyon has a point; I am not walking around with a raging hard-on all day, so you caused it. You fix it!” he purrs.

“But I’m human. You hate humans!”

“True, but I am struggling to come up with excuses to hate you!” he purrs, dropping his face closer. I swallow, and his eyes flicker back and forth between their normal color and the color of the true monster he can be.