His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 68 – 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.

as he stood waiting by

my heart lurched in my chest, pumping

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

the castle, or I put you back in these, he warns, and I nod my head. He curses under his breath, shaking his head before tossing the handcuffs on

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

fingers wrapped around my wrist before I was yanked forward against him. The King moved so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to catch my breath before I found myself back on

its grip. His hands locked around my wrists before he tugged them above my

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

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 me give

control, don’t make me abuse it. I don’t want that, 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

myself at him and rub myself on him, needing his skin, wanting to bite him. He smirked before his