His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 32

I glanced at the bathroom door, wondering if I should walk out, and I could feel the King watching me when he pushed the shower screen door open. I looked at it before looking up at him.

“What do you want to do? Why are you in here?” he asked, but I had a feeling he already knew what I wanted to do because he turned back to the shower rinsing the soap off, yet he left the shower screen open.

“Don’t think, Ivy, just do what you want,” I growled at his words. What I wanted was confusing the h**l out of me. My brain told me to run while the rest of me wanted to rub myself on him and smother myself in his scent. I shake my head; where the heck did that come from?

“Do you know what you want?” The King asked, turning to face me. I shook my head but then nodded before looking down. I should not have looked down. My eyes widened as I stared at his manhood. I gulped. The thing was huge, and the King cleared his throat, making my eyes snap to his.

“my eyes are up here,” The King laughed, and my face heated under the intensity of his gaze.

“You want to shower with me?” I chewed my lip.

“Yes, but I don’t know why,” I admitted.

hand out and gripping the front of my shirt. He pulled me toward him,

shirt off and unclipping my bra with one hand. He tossed them out of the shower before undoing the button on my jeans. He stopped

take these off you, or would you prefer they remained

on asking questions?” I

a choice, Ivy. I don’t want you as my slave or servant. I just

you don’t want me as a servant, then what do you want me for?” panic bubbled in me, and remembered the look Abbie gave me as I left, the fear that filled her eyes

just want you, and I want you to want me too,” he said before kneeling and peeling down my pants that were sticking to my skin from becoming wet. I stepped out of them, and he tossed them out the door

to be mine, Ivy?” The King asked, looking up at me. I swallowed as I watched him lean closer and kiss my t***h just above my knee. He nipped at my skin before gripping my ankle gently. He rubbed his thumb over my skin while his eyes watched his hand as

with that tingling sensation, and I moaned softly, unable to stop the noise from escaping me. His touch was gentle as he pushed

as his

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