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.

to you for it either. So let me make one thing clear. I do not want a s*x slave; I want a mate, and I want

on you or anyone. If I make you uncomfortable, you tell me, I won’t

weren’t like anyone else’s. I didn’t want to be owned. I wished for freedom, a voice because mine had been squashed

if I even had one left; I certainly never used it, so I found words hard, except with Abbie. I could take orders.

of what we would do with our freedom, but honestly, they were just dreams, something we knew would never come to fruition. If given a chance, we would probably

“Ivy,”

you want,” I told him, and he

but one thing remains clear: you are not my servant.

became so out of reach it faded away and was long forgotten because those dreams were trampled into dust and

you thinking?” Kyson asked me, and I sniffled. Words were not my thing, so I

who I am if I am

you are,” he whispered, pecking my lips softly. He nibbled on the bottom one. His warm palms caressed my ribs to the sides of my b*****s while his lips trailed down

open mouth kisses down my neck, making me purr. He paused and chuckled at

realize that” He whispered before sucking

and you are my Queen,” he said before breaking the

at his touch. He pulled his

mark you, lvy. I can’t until you shift, but I must say I do like the look of my teeth on your skin,” my eyes

His hands cupped my face and his thumbs went to my upper lip, pushing it up. His brows pinched in

is it?” I

they won’t extend fully until you shift but are you

so,”

of days before a shift, not

with my teeth?” I asked, touching them with my finger. They felt the same as always, no different, and surely I would notice. Wouldn’t my speech

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

something funny?” I raised an eyebrow at him