His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 36 – I gasped, letting him go, but he pulled me closer. “You can bite me, Ivy,” I shook my head.

“I made you bleed,” I shrieked, trying to get off him. He would surely whip me now. S**t, his guards would, the moment they noticed what I did.

“Shh, breathe. Do I sound mad?” he asked, holding my face still, my lips pressed against his warm skin, and I clamped my teeth together as the urge returned.

“It’s okay, love. If you want to bite me, bite me, I am yours to do what you want with,”

“A servant,”

“Call yourself that again and see what happens. I don’t know how much clearer I can be; I have told you I don’t want you as my servant, that I want to change you,” He sighed, his grip loosening.

“I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to make you my Queen, do you understand that? I want to mark you after you shift, Ivy, I want to change you, and I want you to be my Luna Queen,” I jerked in his hold and growled but let me sit up but refused to let me off his lap.

“You want to mark me?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yes, I want to mark and mate you, I also want to change you,”

“But I am a rogue, a servant,”

“Not to me, your not, I don’t care for your status, and neither will my Pack, I want you, but I want you to want me to,”

“Wait, you don’t want me to be a s*x slave?” Isn’t this why he was being nice, because he wanted something?

“What?” He seemed outraged by my words.

“Is that what you thought all this was?” he snapped at me. I swallowed but nodded. What else was I supposed to think? I knew what had happened to the rogues. It hung over mine and Abbie’s head for years. Mrs. Daley made sure we didn’t forget our place; she even branded it in our skin, so we wouldn’t forget. We weren’t people; we were objects, labor, someone to kick when they feel particularly s****y about their lives, a quick power boost because we had no power of our own.

“I figured you would throw me away when you got bored, which is fine. You don’t have to promise things or do things. It is what it is,” Kyson growled, and the sound vibrated against my chest, making my heart beat erratically.

explaining myself to you for it either. So let me make one thing clear. I do not want a s*x slave; I want a mate, and I want you to let me be yours, equals. Not you do things because you believe it’s what I want or because

If I make you uncomfortable, you tell me, I won’t get mad, and I won’t punish you for how you feel. Equals, if you want something, tell me; if you don’t, tell me, and I will do the same for you. Is

being with a Lycan king. However, my wishes weren’t like anyone else’s. I didn’t want to be owned. I wished for freedom, a voice

I wondered if I even had one left; I certainly never used it, so I found words hard, except with Abbie.

we would do with our freedom, but honestly, they were just dreams, something we knew would never come to fruition. If given a chance, we would probably fall back into the

“Ivy,”

I can be what you want,” I told him, and

clear: you are

was long forgotten because those dreams were trampled into dust and floated off

and I sniffled. Words were not my thing, so

know who I am if I am not a

softly. He nibbled on the bottom one. His warm palms caressed my ribs to the sides of my b*****s while his

yours,” he murmured as he trailed open mouth kisses down my neck, making me purr. He paused and chuckled at the sound I made before he pressed his

He whispered

place my mark right here, so everyone knows I am yours, and you are my Queen,” he said before breaking the skin with his teeth. I

his touch. He pulled

teeth on your skin,” my eyes went the mark I left on him. It had healed

me,” he says. His hands cupped my face and his thumbs went to my upper lip, pushing it up. His brows pinched in

it?”

It sometimes happens with werewolves, and they won’t extend fully until you shift

so,”

but usually they come down a couple of days before a shift, not weeks before, unless your Lycan, mine were always longer than werewolves or human teeth,” he

my teeth?” I asked, touching them with my finger. They felt the same as always, no different, and surely I

with them. They just look a little more extended than normal. That’s why I asked about your birthday.”

to hear something funny?” I raised an eyebrow at