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

tried to process words when I sank my teeth into him. He groaned, and tears burned my eyes as his blood

The King grips my hips, dragging me down his body; I sink my teeth into his chest. My nails dig into his skin as I grab him when he rolls my hips against him, and I stop and moan before biting his arm. His c**k twitched against my p***y, and I froze; he turned

not hurting me, just making me aroused” he whispered,

skin before I kissed him. My tongue invaded his mouth, and he chuckled

climbing between my legs. His hard length pressed against my slit, and I moved my hips against him, coating his length with my desire. The

wanting to feel him move inside me. The King clenched his jaw, and I kissed him. Tugging his face down to mine, he gripped my t***h, hoisting it up and wrapping it around his waist. I ground my hips against him,

like that made my walls clench. I tugged on his hip,

he would also make me ask or probably beg. I growled at him and bit his bicep, tugged him back down to me. “You want this?” He purred, and a whine left

say it, or I will stop,” he said, nipping at my chin. I nodded, and his nose skimmed across my cheek before he

clenched my eyes shut, embarrassed he was going to make me say it. My thoughts and urges

speak nods, or moans, words or,” he pulled away, and I gripped his arms. He settled between my legs again, kissing me when a knock was heard on

the car is ready. We have to leave,” I heard Gannon’s voice through the door. The King glanced at the clock

“You’re leaving?”