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.

old were you when you were brought to the

my king,”

schooling at all, not even

appeared to be annoyed at my answer. Did I say something

under him, but when his eyes moved back to

or werewolves

bit too,” I didn’t understand why he was questioning

that word I did know. I

or stunned it. I must have sounded like an idiot. No wonder he questions me. He must have thought something was wrong with

burned the backs 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. He could k**l

Are you going-” I ask before stopping like knowing would somehow lessen

with his hand. I open my eyes and peek up at him. He almost seemed sad before his eyes

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

all over Damian earlier, and she begged at his feet for her life. It’s madness,” Kyson growls. I wondered if she was

I nod, and he growls, and my eyes widen

it,” the King

“I understand,” I whispered.

Say

away from his angry gaze. Only

He studied me for a second, his hand moving back to my face, and his thumb

like my

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