His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Ivy POV

The next morning, I awoke nice and warm, snuggled against King Kyson’s chest. I could feel his breath move my hair as he slept, and I relaxed. Relieved that had slept for the first time in days. This was the first time I woke to him asleep. I was beginning to wonder if he did.

My body felt heavy with his leg draped over my hip and mine tugged between his. I ran my fingers through his chest hair. The sun was already up, the drapes still closed as the light seeped in the cracks on the sides. I traced one of my bite marks on his chest before pressing my lips together. My teeth ache, and my gums tingled with the need to bite him, claim him, and tried to force it down, though it was making me twitchy.

I hoped it settled down because I don’t think I could live with the crazy urges I kept having. Kyson explained it was the hormones, but it only happened when near him. I had bitten no one else, only him.

Clarice said she-wolves had a tendency to bite those they feel safest with, those with stronger auras. Which in turn, made sense. We were primal possessive creatures, but I didn’t get that urge around Beta Damian.

I was completely unaware I was even licking him until he chuckled, pulling me from my thoughts. Oh no, I woke him. That wasn’t my intention. I tried to close his eyes with my fingers, but he grabbed my hand and kissed it before placing it on his chest.

“Morning,” he mumbles, tugging me closer. I clenched my jaw, unable to reply now that I had stopped licking him. I wanted to climb on him, soak up his scent, and bite him again. The urges were sending me insane, and I tried to roll away when he removed his leg from over my waist and gripped my t***h, hauling me on top of him.

“I have told you, you aren’t hurting me, so stop fighting them.” I shake my head, unable to trust opening my mouth in case I bite him like a d**n cannibal.

“Maybe I should hold off,” Kyson murmured to himself, and I looked at him. I wanted to ask what he meant, but I couldn’t right now as I fought a battle with my mind and body. The King grips the back of my head, pressing my face into his neck. I tried to push off him, but he growled.

worry I shouldn’t leave you while you’re like this, especially when

my teeth into him. He groaned, and tears burned my eyes as his blood

his chest.

just making me aroused”

my wet folds, and I moaned at the friction. My teeth left his skin before I kissed him. My tongue invaded his mouth, and he chuckled as

urges left. The King then rolled, forcing me on my back and climbing between my legs. His hard length pressed against my slit, and I moved my hips against him,

I kissed him. Tugging his face down to mine, he gripped my t***h, hoisting it up

my walls clench. I tugged on his hip, and he pushed up on

and bit his bicep, tugged him back down

say it, or I will stop,” he said, nipping at

eyes shut, embarrassed he was going to make me say it. My thoughts and urges alone were vulgar enough without me speaking them

and I gripped his arms. He settled between my legs again, kissing me

ready. We have to leave,” I heard Gannon’s voice through the door. The King glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Ah, I can stay. I was worried about

“You’re leaving?”