His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Ivy POV

Kyson hovered above me. Despite staring right into the eyes of the true Lycan king. Despite his weight pressed down on me and his scary exterior, I knew he would never harm me. His hands were gentle, and his tone of voice calm, though also rougher. It reassured everything in me that made me fear him. My life could end at any time, but I didn’t fear d***h from the man turned beast above me. No, I couldn’t find myself to fear him; I knew it was because he didn’t want me to. He allowed me to have that trust in him because he could ideally end me.

Some instinctual part of me called out to him, to ruin or to love, yet the tenderness of his touch assured me it was just that, love. It seemed impossible to feel for someone after such a short time, or maybe I was naive in thinking it was love, and I wasn’t merely an object to him. Yet he calmed my anxiety, and the content feeling of home when around him made me roll onto my stomach as he asked.

King Kyson was home. In whatever way I could have him, I wanted him. Whether it’s at his feet or by his side, I would take it. Home was something I never felt. Even with my parents, it never existed. A sense of safety and belonging was never felt with them, either. I am a stranger to my own existence and place in this world after not having one for so long.

is. However, now I wondered, if only for a while if home could be with my King. The King moved above me and, his chest rumbled against my back. I loved the noises he made, loved what he called the calling. For some reason, it felt familiar and like it

the lines that marred my flesh. A tingling sensation and warmth spread across my back, and I felt the tissue closing. The jagged edges sewing together again. The last remnants of my old life closing, the hole over my heart that I thought would never close,

times my skin was branded. My stomach twisted with my desire to dream of better things. What if I loved and lost it? Though how do you love when never knowing it? Sure, my parents loved me and cuddled me, but when you only felt pain for so long, warm hugs turned to the whips and chain that restrained my life. Could I break the mold

trust the words said, the intention behind them. For once, I would let myself feel free, even if only fleetingly. I remained still, except when

hot and wet as it glided across my ribs once more. The moment he finished, I knew by

as his nose trailed across my cheek. He kissed the side of my mouth before nipping at my ear, and I felt the slickness between my thighs. The foreign feeling of desire that only he brought forth, a desire I anticipated and feared because despite my body craving something, it had

ravage your body, we have to leave,” he whispered, before flicking my ear again. Despite my brain trying to override the sound from escaping past my