Chapter 40


    Regan says nothing for a second and instead watches me before finally, he speaks breaking the


    strange tension that moves between us. “I hate witches for many reasons. None that concern you,” he


    says coldly.


    I press my lips in a line before returning to the breakfastid out for us so I can leave to shower and get


    dressed. Reaching over, I grab something that I thought was a form of bread but find it quite squishy


    and covered in some sticky substance.


    “It’s a pancake!” Regan says. I nce at him to find him with a smug smile on his face.


    “I knew that!” I snap at him, scooping it up. I fold the strange soft bread in half, and the gooey


    substance coating it drips from the end. It only takes me a second to realize it is some sort of nectar, or


    maybe it’s Honey. Taking a bite of it, Honey coats my tongue along with something delicious that I have


    never tasted before. I pull back to look at it, studying the sticky amber-colored liquid.


    “You are a terrible liar!” King Reganughs and leans forward, and I jerk my hand back. He’s not


    stealing my new favorite food, pancake! Heughs harder when suddenly my hand is engulfed by a


    warm mouth and slippery tongue. I jump when Gnash steals it, nearly taking my hand with it.


    “Gnash!” I scold, and he tilts his head to the side, his front paws resting on the arm of the chair I’m


    sitting on. “I was enjoying that!” I huff, and he slobbers it down and licks his lips like he is waiting for


    another pancake.


    “Here, you can have mine.” King Regan says, and I look at him. He grabs the other te and looks at


    Gnash. “Down, boy, let her eat!” he scolds, and Gnash whines but rushes over to the bed and jumps up


    on it, making himselffortable. Chuckling I turn my attention back to our breakfast when Regan sits


    the hot te in myp. He then reaches for the napkin and unrolls it, revealing a knife and fork. I did


    think it was odd that the servant expected a King to eat with his hands and fingers, but who was I to


    question it?


    I devour my food, pretty much inhale it and leave nothing on my te, though I regret it now. There


    were maybe ten huge pancakes, but they were too good to pass up and far better than the damper we


    used to make at the caves.


    Groaning, I lean back in my armchair, resting my head on the back of it, my belly aching. Bringing my


    hand up, I rub my hand over my stomach. “Ah, why did I eat so much?” I groan, and King Regan


    me back.


    After a few seconds, his staring and wandering eyes make me ufortable. I shiver from the icy


    breeze or maybe from his intense gaze holding mine; I’m unsure. Yet when his lips tug in the corners


    and his eyes flicker, I re at him.


    “What is your problem, you’ve done nothing but stare at me?” I snap at him, and he smirks.


    “Nothing, I’ve just been enjoying the view!” heughs, and I scoff. “You hate humans and you hate me!”


    I tell him, and he shrugs.


    “That doesn’t mean you don’t have nice breasts.” he chuckles. My brows furrow in confusion.


    “Should have epted the robe because I’m not sure if I want to give it to you now,” he says tauntingly.


    “Though I’m sure I can be persuaded.” he snickers, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his


    knees.


    “What are you on about?” I retort, and his eyes sh to my chest. His lips part and I see the barest hint


    of his sharp canines that are usually hidden from sight.


    “The front of your top is sheer, human,” he taunts, and I nce down, wondering what the heck he is


    talking about.


    “No, it’s not. It is white and ck!” I rack my brain for the color, sheer, but I don’t remember hearing that


    one, though I swear I’ve heard the word before and just can’t remember the context.


    King Reganughs, and I re at him, wanting to know what the stupid game is that he is ying.


    “Your top is see-through; I can see your breasts!” he states, and I gasp, looking down in a panic,


    hoping the arms aren’t see-through, but those are ck when I notice my pinkish hard nipples poking


    out on my chest. I gasp, jumping to my feet and snatching the robe, only for King Regan to seize my


    wrist.


    He yanks me onto hisp, making me shriek in panic.


    Ind on top of him, and he manhandles me, hauling me on top of him so I am straddling him.


    “I’ve changed my mind. If you want the robe, I want something in return since you spent all of breakfast


    taunting me.” He purrs next to my ear while gripping my hips. He rocks me against him, and I feel the


    massive bulge pressing between my legs. I gasp and push on his shoulders.


    “The rules state you can’t fuck me!” I snap at him.


    “Yes, we can’t fuck you unless we have permission!” Regan rifies, and I freeze.


    “And you think I will give you permission?” I scoff, trying to climb off him. He grabs my ass, squeezing it


    Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    and holding me in ce.


    My head turns in Gnashes direction in a panic when I feel Regan’s breath sweep across my neck,


    making me freeze. “Don’t look at him. Gnash won’t attack me, human. He knows I have no intention of


    hurting you!” Regan purrs before brushing his nose across my face to my ear while inhaling my scent.


    He groans, pulling me closer.


    “Fuck, why do you smell so good to me?” he growls, pressing his face into the crook of my neck.


    “You still can’t touch me below the waist!” I snap, gripping his hands on my ass and peeling his fingers


    back. He growls, letting me go and sitting back in his chair. I remain frozen like a deer caught in lights.


    “You have pants on,” Regan states, hooking his finger into the waistband, he toys with it, tugging on it


    then looks away from me; I reach for his robe, but he grabs it. I expect him to toss it away or not allow


    me to use it when he flings it around me, draping it over my shoulders.


    I rush to slip my arms into it, but when I try to clutch it closed, his hand moves, palming my breast. I


    peer down at his hand, and he squeezes it, then brushes his thumb over my hardened nipple through


    my shirt.


    I grip his wrist, my hand trembling, knowing how easily he could kill me if I anger him. He sighs, his


    hand dropping to my hip, and he leans back, his eyes on my see-through top. His actions mostly


    confuse me but also petrify me. However, his actions I still find to be odd, considering usually he can’t


    bear to be near me.


    Biting down on my lip, I move to climb off hisp when his hand tightens on my hip, making me look at


    him. “Just remain there for a second; I promise I won’t touch you again, but if you move right now, I


    may attack you because my senses are going berserk.” He grits his teeth.