His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 38 – Ivy POV

Kyson hovered above me. Despite staring right into the eyes of the true Lycan king. Despite his weight pressed down on me and his scary exterior, I knew he would never harm me. His hands were gentle, and his tone of voice calm, though also rougher. It reassured everything in me that made me fear him. My life could end at any time, but I didn’t fear d***h from the man turned beast above me. No, I couldn’t find myself to fear him; I knew it was because he didn’t want me to. He allowed me to have that trust in him because he could ideally end me.

Some instinctual part of me called out to him, to ruin or to love, yet the tenderness of his touch assured me it was just that, love. It seemed impossible to feel for someone after such a short time, or maybe I was naive in thinking it was love, and I wasn’t merely an object to him. Yet he calmed my anxiety, and the content feeling of home when around him made me roll onto my stomach as he asked.

King Kyson was home. In whatever way I could have him, I wanted him. Whether it’s at his feet or by his side, I would take it. Home was something I never felt. Even with my parents, it never existed. A sense of safety and belonging was never felt with them, either. I am a stranger to my own existence and place in this world after not having one for so long.

was my home, my safe place, and she is. However, now I wondered, if only for a while if home could be with my King. The King moved above me and, his chest

tucked my chin before feeling his tongue lick a line across my shoulder blade. His tongue traced the lines that marred my flesh. A tingling sensation and warmth spread across my back, and I felt the tissue closing. The jagged edges sewing together again. The last remnants of

was branded. My stomach twisted with my desire to dream of better things. What if I loved and lost it? Though how do you love when never knowing it? Sure, my parents loved me and cuddled me, but when you only felt pain for so long, warm hugs turned to the

For once, I would let myself feel free, even if only fleetingly.

and my body was willing to be his, and his only. His tongue was hot and wet as

across my cheek. He kissed the side of my mouth before nipping at my ear, and I felt the slickness between my thighs. The foreign feeling of desire that only he brought forth, a desire I anticipated and feared because despite my body craving something, it had no idea

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