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.

you were brought to the orphanage

king,”

schooling at all, not even before

tongue and looked away. He appeared to be annoyed at my answer. Did I say something

shifted beneath him, trying to get out from under him, but when his eyes moved back to mine, they made me freeze and shrink

or werewolves or

too,” I didn’t understand why he was questioning my ability. What good would

you know what s*x is?” My face heated, that word I did know. I nod, shrinking back

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

want me to become a s*x slave as some packs do to the rogues? The thought horrified me. Tears 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 me,

why I am in here? Are you going-” I ask before stopping

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

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

I can say that before you believe it. Even Abbie spilled stew all over Damian earlier, and she

won’t hurt you, Ivy. Not ever, understood?” I nod, and he growls, and my

it,” the King

“I understand,” I whispered.

say it. Say I won’t hurt

out, turning my face away from his angry

I 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

my awkwardness amused

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