His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Fear momentarily p*******d me and I could feel the hair on his legs brush against mine, as he trapped me beneath him, caging me in, his hands on either side of my head.

The crunch of twigs had me look up to see Damian step out of the trees in just a pair of shorts. “Leave us,” the King commanded and my eyes met Damian’s fleetingly before he disappeared within the trees leaving me with the King. His chest rumbled with his growl against my back and he buried his nose in my neck making me whimper. Tears trekked down my cheeks as I tried to claw out from under him only for him to press his chest firmly against my back forcing me to the ground. His teeth nipped my shoulder making me cry out when I tried to move.

“You would dare try to leave me, to leave your King,” he snarled next to my ear, his gravelly voice sending a shiver up my spine. My entire body shook beneath him, his aura slamming down on me, domineering and forcing another whimper to leave my lips. “You’re mine, mine lvy and you will remain with me, I will chain you to my d**n bed if needed,” he growled.

My claws slipped from my fingertips, enraged by his words although petrified at the same time. They dug into the earth and he snarled, nipping my shoulder and making me flinch as he broke my skin.

his weight lifted before he flipped me on my back with a swift yank before dropping his weight against my abdomen and legs. Trapping me once again. His aura smashed against me and he roared in

am your f*****g King, you will submit to me, he snarled, pressing

vision making his features clearer as my eyes adapted to the darkness, making everything look different, turning a luminescent blue which made his glare harden as his eyes examined my face. He used his nose turning my face, his fur brushing against my face before he

like his aura tried to make me, the feeling

his bones start snapping and rearranging before his warm skin pressed against me. I felt the calling make my skin tingle as he forced the bond to the surface and

him wanting him to stop, not wanting to submit to him when I felt the weight of it start to relax me and with a last ditch effort to stop him, I started hitting him and thrashing for him to get off me. He snarled, shoving the calling on me again as I scrambled, kicking

head whipped to the side. The deep threatening growl that left him made my blood run cold as he slowly turned his face back to look at me. Deep claw marks streaked down his cheek, across his lips and over one of his eyelids. My bravado wore off immediately as snarled before pouncing on me and crushing