The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 70

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“Nikolai… You… I… really…”

“Breathe.” Her chest heaved heavily as he muttered softly and bent his head to the side.

“I.. you.. I really don’t…” Ophelia stopped and scrunched her eyes shut in embarrassment at how difficult it was for her to find the right words. She was becoming utterly nuts thanks to Nikolai.

“Breathe.” Once more whispering, Nikolai got her to follow his instructions by breathing in and out and gently opening her eyes to meet his blazing

ones.

“You must understand the circumstances we are in. I really can’t, Nikolai. Don’t even try to seduce me!” At the conclusion of her sentence, she yelled louder and pointed at him with confidence.

Ophelia froze once more as Nikolai grinned and gently bit down on her finger. What kind of creature was this?!

“Then let’s get married!” In an instant, Nikolai spoke and kissed her on the finger. Her face flushed scarlet by his eyes‘ action, and his words caused her eyes to widen. She swiftly withdrew her finger.

“Don’t… Stop..”

Nikolai’s face suddenly turned grave. “I’m serious.”

Ophelia was instantly torn, and she hesitantly grabbed his shirt, chewing her bottom lip in contemplation. However, her subconscious kept reminding her that she needed to put an end to the war and avoid marrying her foe. He was not, however, her foe. He was the villain in her tale! the one who consistently caused her to stutter, her heart to skip, and

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her body to heat up with strong feelings! Someone who loved her more than anyone else! She hoped he did.

“I am too. We can’t get married.” As she stated those words, Ophelia lowered her voice and averted her glance from his.

“Because of my family? We can move away from here, I have…”

“No! Hold it! Right now, you sound like such a nutcase.” Ophelia screamed out in protest at having to hear his final words. She hesitantly raised her gaze to Nikolai, who had been visibly startled by her outburst. As she stared into his eyes, she noticed that even in the midst of the powerful emotions and darkness, the pain was dissipating and consuming those feelings. She yanked her sight away from him once more.

“I can’t ignore the warnings and the signs!and you can’t fucking keep pretending that you don’t know what my true goal is!”

“How you intend to avert an impending catastrophe by using me as your pawn?” She was surprised when Nikolai inquired with a normal level voice. She wanted him to rage at her for whatever reason; she wanted to tear a huge breach between them that would stop their attraction.

“Yes!” Her speech and demeanor were authoritative.

“Do you think I care? I honestly won’t object if you use me like a rag doll because you at least want to utilize me for something.”

At his words, Ophelia’s eyes twitched, and in an instant, his eyes darkened. Even though those eyes were still crimson, she could still see the darkness, which sent chills down her spine.

“Stop spitting at bulls–t!” She hissed and glared at him.

“I won’t compel you to take any action.” Nikolai murmured.

Biting her lower lip, Ophelia gulped. “I’ll go now!” She yelled out of

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nowhere. “I’m not going to stay here! My brother and I are going to depart and head back to our home. I’ll go! and you and I will meet on the field of battle to determine whether or not to get married.”

Nikolai smiled sinisterly. “Totally clueless.” Leaning his face close to hers, he snarled. “You can’t leave me, you can’t flee from me; if you do, I’ll catch you, drag you back, and shackle you in chains fastened to the walls, or better yet, lock you in a cage at the top of the castle’s tallest tower.”

Ophelia swallowed hard, Goosebumps popped out of her skin at how those words flowed out of his mouth. Deep, ominous, and dangerous. A warning.

“I told you that I won’t let you give me Stockholm syndrome.”

Nikolai’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “Don’t test me FireStorm,”

“Do not threaten me Lai Lai,”

“I am simply a kind lycan asking a lovely dragoness for her hand in marriage, aren’t I?”

“Screw yourself!”

“I honestly prefer to screw you, I want six children.”

Ophelia stilled. Her eyes twitched at his words that came out so nonchalant! She had the urge to stab him! Strike him! Kick him in his groin! He was a complete jackass! A sexy asshole! She wanted to scream! In response to her silence, Nikolai grinned. She didn’t say a word, but her furious expression conveyed everything that was going through her head. She had the expression of an angry baby whose candy had been snatched away by a bully

“Dream on.” Ophelia growled through her teeth.

“Dreams come true.”

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“Not this one Nikolai Novikov,”

“It’s amusing how you believe you can rebuff your desire for me.” She tightened her grip on his shirt, and Nikolai chuckled, diverting his lips to her ear. He had to exercise self control! He had to do it. Because this was the toughest thing he had ever attempted in his entire life, he was feeling really proud of himself.

“This appeal is what you refer to as the mate bond.”

His hot breath caressed Ophelia’s ear, but she suppressed her breath. Did the mate bond truly exist? Ophelia had several desires, including the want to eat, hide in a hole, and give Nikolai a long, passionate kiss that would leave them both gasping for air.

“I don’t give a damn; I’m hungry.” She mumbled, her lips pursed.

Nikolai brought his face back to hers and leaned forward until their lips were barely an inch apart. “Would my future wife prefer something light or something heavy for dinner?”

“Something li….” Ophelia took a moment to reflect on his question. Nikolai was beaming at her with pure joy as her cheeks completely became scarlet.

“Very well then,” He tried to get up from the bed but she grabbed hold of his shirt and drew him back to her, her eyes still wide.

“I.. I didn’t.. What are you doing to me?” She asked, letting out an irate sigh.

Ophelia was absolutely taken aback by Nikolai’s dazzling smile, which nearly reached his blazing eyes.

“It suits you.” He whispered and landed his lips on hers before she could protest.

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Ophelia was powerless to protest because this kiss was anything but genteel. It was a scorching, harsh, spine–tingling sensation that caused her to swelter uncontrollably until she lost all physical control.

Intense, unexplainable feelings began to bubble up in Nikolai’s chest, breaking the power he had been using to control them. When she started to reply, he realized that he was losing control of the situation and kissed her, their tongues entwining hungrily against each other. Their tongues moved in a wonderfully beautiful rhythm, and erotic sounds emerged from their mouths. Ophelia moaned as the kiss became more intense, raw, and passionate, especially as he licked and sucked at the interior of her mouth. The heat that filled her being simply caused her to slide her body directly underneath him, and she started to lose control of the hands that were holding onto his shirt as her head started to feel hazy.

She started searching for his naked skin as she untangled the thread of his shirt while he intensified the passionate kiss that was leaving her gasping for air. His finger curled under his skin and his second hand was pressed on the bed. Hard.

When Ophelia pulled off his shirt to reveal his firm chest and bare skin, Nikolai let out a low, throaty sigh and trailed his kisses to her neck. She lifted her head giving him full access to her neck. She returned to grasping his shirt and gasping in full pleasure as he nibbled, sucked, and licked.

“I don’t think I want to wait until the night of our wedding,” Inhaling deeply, Nikolai ran his finger down her jawline.

“Ther… There’s no wedding.“. Ophelia said frantically.

With his finger traveling down to the delicate area of her neck, Nikolai chuckled heartily. He cherished the sensation of her skin. It was quite hot and humid. Goddess! He was getting the urge to bite into her neck, his

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eyes were dark with avarice, and his claws were about to come out, but he was stopped by taking a long breath.

“Marry me.” Nikolai muttered as his claws disappeared. Despite sounding like a command, it was actually a request.

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