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.

handcuffs in his hand as he stood waiting by the door. My heart rate picked up, and he tilted his head to the

lurched in my chest, pumping frantically. He watched me for a

you?” he said before scrubbing a hand down his face. He sighed and bit his lip as he thought for a second. I stood on the spot, shifting my weight from

I put you back in these, he warns, and I nod my head. He curses under his breath, shaking

it. I don’t enjoy punishing you,” he said before sitting on the edge of the bed. For someone who doesn’t like

to” I tell him, and he looks over at me. A growl escaped him before he reached forward, his long fingers wrapped around my wrist before I was yanked forward against him. The King moved so quickly I didn’t even have a

wrists before he tugged them above my head and held them in one of his, pinning me beneath him. His chest vibrated against mine. Drawing out a side of me, I

Ivy, but I can use one thing you can’t, or do you need a reminder?” he purred before running his tongue across the seam of my lips. The moan that left me angered me as my body relaxed beneath him, giving in to his demands; as he received the reaction he wanted out of

please don’t 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, made me moan but also whimper, knowing if he wanted, he could use the calling to make me submit to him, make

he growled before dropping it, the overwhelming feeling suddenly extinguished. He hovered above me for a few seconds, and his eyes flickered, his body trembling like he was fighting a war within himself while l battled

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