His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 75 – As I struggled to catch my breath, my breathing was harsh and raspy when I saw the guards running in our direction down the steep hill leading from the castle.

“I’m going to turn you around. Don’t push down on me,” Kyson growled, and I could feel the movement of his legs behind me as he tread water. He turned me around, and my legs locked around him, but he grabbed them, pulling me up higher so he could still move his legs freely.

He sighed, pressing his head against my collarbone, and my teeth chattered.

“Why would you get in the d**n water if you couldn’t swim?” he breathed out angrily. His tight grip and the way he trembled made me realize how angry he truly was. While I was too busy learning how to breathe again to care too much about his rage.

“The swan was tangled,” I said before coughing; my throat and nose were burning with each breath.

“You nearly k****d yourself for a d**n swan?” he snapped at me.

“I fell in,” I growled angrily at him. Who in their right mind would deliberately jump in the water when they can’t swim? My fingers dug into his shoulder when he floated onto his back; the guards on the hill had stopped, though kept a watchful eye on us until the King waved them away. King Kyson growls at them and I held onto him as the King moved further out. The water was soothing on my skin, my lungs not so much.

“How can you not know how to swim?” he said with a shake of his head, like he was appalled at this information. I don’t bother answering, and he growls.

will have to teach you one day or get Damian or Gannon too,” he stated, but I was fine never going near the water

suddenly pulled my hands from his shoulders when we were just over halfway to the other side. I freaked out, kicking and

I was drowning when I realized the water here was only knee deep, and my face heated at my idiocy. Kyson laughed at my embarrassed face, and

He shook his head and clicked his

me,” he growled before sitting in the water and pulling me

instead of fighting against it, and he leaned his face closer, his lips molding around mine. Turning my face away, he growled before gripping my chin tighter and forcing my mouth open so he could kiss me. His tongue swept over

harder. I wondered how he could stand to touch me after the horrible things my mother did;

nodded, I was just happy to get out of the

skin, and the cold had started to sink into my bones,

he said, gripping my hip. I went to protest when he grabbed my hip tighter, tugging me back against him, his other hand going to my throat as he dipped his face into the crook of my neck; he purred softly. My eyes fluttered shut before I shook my head, fighting against the urge to give in to

with me,” he purred before his lips covered mine, his tongue tangling with mine, and his hand moved from neck to my breast as he squeezed it, only to pull

Why do you keep fighting it?” he murmured against my lips. How could he ask that? He shouldn’t want the bond, not with me, anyway. He growled, nipping at my lips. The calling washed over me like a tidal wave before I could resist it or stamp