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.

wanted to f**k you, I would have ordered you on your back, Ivy. I certainly wouldn’t be explaining myself 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 you to let me be yours, equals. Not you do things because

would never force myself on you or anyone. If I make you uncomfortable, you tell me, I won’t get mad, and I won’t punish you for how you

would dream of being with a Lycan king. However, my wishes weren’t like anyone else’s. I didn’t

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

and I always spoke 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 fall back into the same place,

“Ivy,”

can be what you want,” I told him, and

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

who I would become. A dream that became so out of reach it faded away and was long forgotten because those

Kyson asked me, and I sniffled. Words were not

who I am if I am not a slave or servant,

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

the woman I will love and cherish. You are 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 to where I accidentally bit

when you realize that” He whispered before

mark right here, so everyone knows I am yours, and you are my Queen,” he said before breaking

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

skin,” my eyes went the mark I left on him. It had healed but was scarred, which I thought odd. I

to mark me,” he says. His hands cupped my face and his

is it?”

have canines. It sometimes happens with werewolves, and they won’t extend fully until you shift but are you sure your birthday is

think so,” I told

not weeks before, unless your Lycan, mine were

asked, touching them with my finger. They felt the same as always, no different, and surely

I asked about your birthday.” I shrugged unsurely. Mum said it was on that day, and

hear something funny?” I raised an eyebrow at