His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I gasped, letting him go, but he pulled me closer. “You can bite me, Ivy,” I shook my head.

“I made you bleed,” I shrieked, trying to get off him. He would surely whip me now. S**t, his guards would, the moment they noticed what I did.

“Shh, breathe. Do I sound mad?” he asked, holding my face still, my lips pressed against his warm skin, and I clamped my teeth together as the urge returned.

“It’s okay, love. If you want to bite me, bite me, I am yours to do what you want with,”

“A servant,”

“Call yourself that again and see what happens. I don’t know how much clearer I can be; I have told you I don’t want you as my servant, that I want to change you,” He sighed, his grip loosening.

“I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to make you my Queen, do you understand that? I want to mark you after you shift, Ivy, I want to change you, and I want you to be my Luna Queen,” I jerked in his hold and growled but let me sit up but refused to let me off his lap.

“You want to mark me?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yes, I want to mark and mate you, I also want to change you,”

“But I am a rogue, a servant,”

“Not to me, your not, I don’t care for your status, and neither will my Pack, I want you, but I want you to want me to,”

“Wait, you don’t want me to be a s*x slave?” Isn’t this why he was being nice, because he wanted something?

“What?” He seemed outraged by my words.

“Is that what you thought all this was?” he snapped at me. I swallowed but nodded. What else was I supposed to think? I knew what had happened to the rogues. It hung over mine and Abbie’s head for years. Mrs. Daley made sure we didn’t forget our place; she even branded it in our skin, so we wouldn’t forget. We weren’t people; we were objects, labor, someone to kick when they feel particularly s****y about their lives, a quick power boost because we had no power of our own.

“I figured you would throw me away when you got bored, which is fine. You don’t have to promise things or do things. It is what it is,” Kyson growled, and the sound vibrated against my chest, making my heart beat erratically.

I want you

you uncomfortable, you tell me, I won’t get mad, and I won’t punish you for how you feel. Equals, if you want something, tell me; if you

else’s. I didn’t want to be owned. I wished for freedom,

left; I certainly never used it, so I found words hard, except

with our freedom, but honestly, they were just dreams, something we knew would never come

“Ivy,”

you want,” I told him, and he

still have time, but one thing remains clear: you are not my servant. You are just Ivy.” His

and was long forgotten because those dreams were trampled into dust and floated off with the wind. I was an imposter of who I once was. Now I am “you,” a reflection of what they made me to be. The name they

asked me, and I sniffled. Words were not

don’t know who I am if I am not a slave or servant,

on the bottom one. His warm palms caressed my ribs to

mine just as I am yours,” he murmured as he trailed open mouth kisses down my neck, making me purr. He paused and chuckled at the sound I made before he pressed his lips in a similar spot

He whispered

he said before breaking the skin with his teeth. I jumped at

my skin tingled and vibrated, my nerves buzzing at his touch. He pulled his face from my neck,

you shift, but I must say I do like the look of my teeth on your skin,” my eyes went the mark

me,” he says. His hands cupped my face

it?”

extend fully until you shift but are

think so,” I told

unheard of, but usually they come down a couple of days before a shift, not weeks before, unless your Lycan, mine

my teeth?” I asked, touching them with my finger. They felt the same as always, no different,

little more extended than normal. That’s why I asked about your birthday.” I shrugged unsurely. Mum said it was

raised an eyebrow at