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.

stood waiting by the door. My heart rate

thought you were scared of me,” he says, holding the handcuffs up, and my heart lurched in my chest, pumping frantically. He watched me for a second before looking at the

thought for a second. I stood on the spot, shifting my weight from one foot

in these, he warns, and I nod my

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

a reason 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 chance

hands locked around my 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,

at my ear. “You can fight me all you want, 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 me, tears pricked and burned the back of my

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

and I know you don’t,” he growled before dropping it, the overwhelming feeling suddenly extinguished. He hovered above me for a few seconds, and his eyes flickered, his

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