His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

My claw marks on his face healed, but they did leave faint scarring, which on him only added more character and did nothing to deter from his g*d-like good looks.

“All you had to do was submit, but since you didn’t, I can’t guarantee you won’t try to run again,” he said while his thumb brushed over my lips; I jerked my head away, and he sighed.

“You will learn one way or another, Ivy. There is no escaping the bond and won’t escape me again,” he said before walking away and back to his whiskey.

For most of the day, he sat around reading while I stared at the closet door, trying to stop the memories from the orphanage, memories of being tied up with my hands behind my back and tied to my feet. Yet one thing with silence was your mind; your mind takes you to places you wished you could forget, convincing you that you were still stuck there. Only now, I didn’t have Abbie whispering beside me to keep me sane. No, now I only had the King’s silence, and it was deafening.

My muscles ached from not walking, and I needed to pee. No sooner than I thought he was beside me undoing the handcuffs. “Go, he said, nodding toward the bathroom.

“You forget I can feel you, Ivy, now hurry up,”

“Then, if that were true, you wouldn’t have me handcuffed to the d**n bed.” he seemed perplexed, and I stumbled over my own feet as I climbed off the bed before rushing to the bathroom.

in his hand as he stood waiting by the door. My heart rate

and my heart lurched in

hand down his face. He sighed and bit his lip as he thought for a second. I stood on

will lock you in the cells under the castle, or I put you back in these, he warns, and I nod my head. He

edge of the bed. For someone who doesn’t like punishing me, he seemed to do it an awful

him before he reached forward, his long fingers wrapped around my wrist before I was yanked forward against him. The King moved so

I felt the calling seize me in its grip. His hands locked around my wrists before he tugged them above my head and held them in one of his, pinning

tongue across the seam of my lips. The moan that left me angered me as my body relaxed beneath him, giving in to

make me. I don’t want to be that sort of monster,” he whispered against my lips before nipping at them. The King thrust his hips against my barely clothed body. The feel of him, his hardened length pressing between my thighs,

it, the overwhelming feeling suddenly extinguished. He hovered above me for a few seconds, and

before rolling off me. The moment he did, my entire body shuddered like it was going through withdrawals. It took everything in me not to throw myself at him and rub myself on him, needing his skin, wanting to bite him. He smirked before his face fell when I didn’t give in to the urges, my anger at him overshadowing them,