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The Lycan's Sin

[MATURE CONTENT] “Are you mating with someone?” Stunned, she took a step back, widening the space between them. “ Excuse me?” “Ah…” A sigh left his lips. “ Perhaps, I need to rephrase my question. Are you f*cking someone?” She sucked in a quick breath, not knowing what to say. Anger reared itself in her head, mixing with unexpected desire. Sadly, desire was winning. He lifted an eyebrow, and in the next instant, he was already standing in front of her body. Her instincts kicked in. She took a couple steps back until her back hit the wall. The smell of chocolates and almonds rolled between them. Entranced, she thought she smelled the sweetness of the wine but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “I don’t think that is any of your business, Mr. Graydon.” she made a sound of annoyance. “Is it not?” His breath fractured, his eyes darkened with desire. “No.” Her lips quivered at her obvious denial. She mustered all the courage she could, hoping he wouldn’t smell her arousal. She knew it was for naught. His fingers lightly brushed her cheeks, then they trailed down her neck, lingering on her collarbone, the contact sent shivers down her spine. It awakened the primal need she had been wanting to hide since they met. She wanted him. No. She needed him, inside her. Her face flushed at the thought of him taking her, preferably right against these walls. “You want me,” he stated. ““As much as I want you.” Shocked by her own raw and potent yearning, she turned her head away. “I don’t…” “Shhh…” he silenced her with a finger. Then he inched closer, so close his long lashes brushed against her cheek. Her heart pounded like a drum against her chest, fast and hot in anticipation. “Now tell me little one… do I need to get rid of someone before I make you beg me to let you come?” ...... Is love worth the chaos it brings? ..... Tags: #lycans #witch #strongfemalelead #strongmalelead #norape #smut #mates #slowburn .... Check out Complete Information inside! ..... Written by: B.Mitchylle Email: bmitchylle@gmail.com Insta: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750 EDITED by: S.T. Ahikx Insta: @S.T. Ahikx I DO NOT OWN THE COVER!

B_Mitchylle · Fantasy
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483 Chs

A Familiar Face

"What? What did you just say?"

Again, he pursed his lips and just stared at her.

"Tell me!"

"You are my mate."

"Impossible."

"I'm telling the truth."

"Witches… don't have mates."

"But you do."

"I— " the crease between her brows deepened. She couldn't sense any lies from him. But then again, she really couldn't read his mind.

"You wonder how I knew about your abilities. It was because… it was a part of a prophecy."

She shook her head. "That's not possible!"

How could it be possible? A witch and a Lycan is just impossible. There is no way that they were mates.

"Then what about the smell? The electric sensation? The attraction? Are you going to tell me that you didn't feel it the first time we met?"

"You— " her chest raised and fell, confusion apparent in her gaze. The things that she had been feeling…when they were together.

Was it possible that it was because she was his mate?

No. It can't be.

That is just impossible.

She stared at him, her gaze complicated.