His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 20

I peeked over at him, he hadn’t moved, and his eyes remained closed.

“Can I… just go back-“

“One,”

“But-“

“Two,” “My King, I don’t think” he moved too quickly for my eyes to track when suddenly the air was knocked from my lungs, and I was pinned beneath him. I could hardly s**k in air as I was that panicked, my brain suddenly forgetting how to breathe, just completely forgetting a natural bodily function as my fear stole the capacity to function out of me.

“Three,” The King smiled down at me. He purrs, the noise making his chest vibrate against mine. When he moved, I became very aware of the fact he was pressed between my legs, and his entire body covering was mine. He dropped his face closer to mine, running his nose along my cheek.

The purring emanating from him grew louder before he pressed his nose in my neck and inhaled deeply, sending my heart rate leaping and spluttering in my chest. I tried to remind myself Lycans don’t eat people, he said they don’t eat people, yet he was sniffing me like he was about to devour his favorite meal, and he was savoring its scent before consuming it.

“I could devour you, and it would never be enough,” He growls, and goosebumps rise on my arms at the sound of his voice.

“But Lycans don’t eat people,” I squeaked, praying he wasn’t lying, as he ran his nose back up my neck and across my cheek, stopping at my lips. The King laughs, his stubble tickling my face while I stare wide-eyed at his erratic behavior.

“Not that sort of devouring,” he laughs, shaking his head.

“So pure,” he mumbles, rubbing my lips with his thumb, his eyes trained on them. I silently prayed Damian and Gannon would come back. I didn’t even care about the position they would find me in as long as they could get me out.

“No, I am rogue,” I blurted, confused. We were the least pure there was. We had no pack, nothing. We were the mutts of society. Kyson pulls away from me, sitting up on his elbows and looking down at me; although his position never changed, his weight wasn’t crushing the air from my lungs any longer.

were you when you were brought to

king,”

at all,

to

under him, but when his eyes moved

nothing about Lycan’s or werewolves or

know how to clean; I can cook a bit too,” I didn’t understand why he was questioning my ability. What good would any knowledge be when I am

face heated, that word I

word, and my face heats further at my idiocy of what he meant before. The lack of oxygen must have muddled the brain or stunned it. I must have sounded like an idiot. No wonder he questions me. He must have thought

of my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, trying to will myself to calm down and not make noise. He was the King; he could do what he wanted to me. I was a rogue; he was King.

why I am in here? Are you going-” I ask before stopping like knowing would somehow

my cheek with his hand. I open my eyes and peek up at him. He almost seemed sad before his eyes flickered black for a second. He

you are; I could k**l your headmistress,” he growled. I didn’t

scared. I don’t know how many more times I can say that before you believe it. Even Abbie spilled stew all over Damian earlier, and she

you, Ivy. Not ever, understood?” I nod, and he growls, and my

say it,” the King

“I understand,” I whispered.

say it. Say I won’t hurt

hurt me,” I spluttered out, turning my face away from his angry gaze. Only his fingers on my

don’t want to hurt you. Therefore I won’t,” The King tells me. He studied me for a second, his hand moving back to my face, and his

like my

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