His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

“Ivy, wake up. We are here,” I groaned, turning my face into his chest before I felt my cheek and lips become wet. I sat up, startled, and looked at him before looking at his shirt that was covered in my drool. My eyes widened, and my face heated.

“Yes, I may have gone a little overboard with the calling, but you kept complaining your stomach hurt,” he said, unclipping the seat belt.

He leaned forward, tugged his shirt off, and reached for a hand towel to wipe his chest. I blinked before finding my fingers brushing through the hair on his chest. The King stopped before glancing at me. When I bit into one of his pecs and collarbone, I shook my head. I don’t even remember moving; I just did it.

He hissed when my teeth broke his skin, and I did not know what came over me. Some possessive urge to claim him taking over made me turn into a savage. Blood ran down his chest, and the car door opened.

“Close it,” the King snarled at whoever it was while I blubbered out an apology.

“It’s fine, my love,” he said, gripping my face. He looked down at his chest before prying my lips apart, examining my teeth, and I bit down on his finger. He groaned and pressed his lips in a line while I tried to make my jaw unlatch. What the f**k was wrong with me? He probably thinks I’m some freak.

His blood ran across my tongue. A feral growl escaped me. My teeth let his finger go, but before l could stop myself or even think to, my teeth sank into his shoulder. The door opened again, and the King growled menacingly.

“Next one to open that door will lose a hand, close it,” tears burned my vision as instincts I wasn’t used to taking over. I had no control over my actions, and I felt humiliated.

The door shut quickly, and I was mortified. By the time I had finished attacking the King, I think he had probably 20 bite marks across his chest and shoulders, and he just let me do it. Just took it, which horrified me more.

it’s mine,” was he nuts? He didn’t ask

said before, I went overboard with the calling. It can make you react oddly, possessively, because it strengthens

he says, wiping my tears.

up the blood. I took the hand towel from him, wiping it off. The indents on my teeth littered his chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if he muzzled me after this. I

I cried, and he clutched my face in his

get your files from

“Huh?”

are changing, and your teeth have come through more. I think you’re wrong about your birthday. Your pupils usually dilate days before your shift, not weeks,” Kyson explained. How could l have my birthday

get you back home.” He said while tossing the b****y

beside

them seeing what I did to him. The King sat back down in the seat and sighed before I watched his eyes glaze over. Someone tapped on the window

the shirt from him, Damian closed the door while Kyson pulled it on, yet I could still see some

me before nibbling on my lips. “This place is amazing. I can’t wait for you to

easily two times the size of