His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Gentle hands moved across my skin; tingles rushed over me, and the warmth from King’s chest spread across my back. Opening my eyes, light filtered into the room but not much, and I could tell it was only early morning. The sun is just rising and chasing the shadows in the room away.

His wandering hand was beneath the shirt I wore as he caressed my skin. His touch reminded me of last night, and I felt the blood rush to my face at the memory. His purr was deep and resonating from the center of his chest and vibrating against my back as his light touch moved higher. The King moves behind me, and I roll back into him to find him propped up on one elbow staring down at me.

He smiles that breathtaking smile he has before, leaning his face toward mine. “Morning,” he growls before his lips capture mine.

His tongue traced over the seam of my lips, and his hand trailed higher underneath my shirt before he cupped my breast in large hands, his thumb flicking over my hardened nipple as he toys with it. I gasp and pull away, unsure of his touch, and he chuckles, nipping at my chin and jaw to my ear.

“My king,” I murmur. My voice sounded breathy even to my own ears. What was this insane man doing now? Yet he ignored my words; his only answer was in a low growl that made me jump as his hands continued to squeeze and play with my breast.

My entire body felt warm at his touch as his lips moved back to mine, swallowing any words I may have wanted to say. My body felt foreign as his touch made everything tingle and heat. The King pressed his knee between my legs as he forced me onto my back. His leg pushed between my thighs, and a new sensation moved through my abdomen, between my legs. A pulse I had never felt before, it made me uncomfortable, and I jerked away, breaking the kiss. The space between my thighs felt wet and pulsated.

“Ky- son,” I stuttered out, feeling flustered as his hand trailed across my lower stomach.

and he pulled back to look down at me. His eyes trailed over me, and he growled, the sound made

to mine. His hand moved across my stomach before his fingertips snuck beneath the waistband,

chuckles, leaning closer, brushing his nose across my cheek, and inhaling my scent He purrs, making my grip tighten on his wrist as the throbbing between my

my neck; his tongue tastes my skin before he sucks on the same

it, Ivy, let your body tell you what

Only that I wanted more, but I also didn’t because I knew it was wrong. This was wrong, he is a King, and I am nothing but his servant; I shouldn’t even be in his room. The difference in titles, what we were doing, and the trouble I would be in flooded

met my shoulder. He growled. However, the noise sounded annoyed, and the shiver turned to a chill as his aura rushed over me, crushing the air from

that? I let the first time slide, Ivy. Once more, and you will be punished, I will punish you if you

my heart rate increase. My blood turned to ice in my veins as my stomach dropped somewhere deep inside of me, forming a deep pit of dread. I swallowed, and he growled again, but this time I was unsure of why as he sat up and turned away from

worse when I saw the muscles in his back flex and tense. His spine rippled as he fought the urge to shift. I didn’t understand how