His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 129 – Azalea POV

He had been out for hours. The waiting became pure agony, and my mind kept wondering if it was too late. I wondered if I had k****d my mate. Why didn’t he tell me he could d*e? Did he seriously think I would let him d*e? Yes, we have obvious issues but none worth d***g for, so why would he risk his life? He should have told me when I was in heat the first time I wouldn’t have let him d*e despite being angered with him.

My skin was supersensitive, and I tried shifting to get out of the handcuffs. The limited movement made the pain worse when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball, but the handcuff restricted that effort. When l shifted, my wrist grew thicker, and d**n, did it hurt when the metal dug into my flesh and sliced through my skin, cutting off my circulation. So instead, I was forced to just lay in the same position.

Yet as the hours dragged on, I knew I was turning rabid as the heat boiling inside me grew stronger. My claws slipped from my fingertips and sliced into Kyson repeatedly as I battled with the pain and searing heat that made me feel like I was boiling from the inside out, his scent no longer soothing but excruciating as the urge to mate ravaged me.

Kyson would wake thinking I was mauling him if he woke up? That thought made me whimper, and my heart raced faster as worry gnawed and clawed at my insides. My stomach clenched painfully, and my p***y throbbed to its own beat. D***h would be kinder at this point. The pain was horrendous as I rocked my hips against him, trying to get any form of relief. Sweat beaded and glistened on my skin, my hair drenched in it as my temperature skyrocketed. The pain was so bad that I begged to be put out of my misery as I cried out and writhed.

My tears coated his chest along with my bite marks when I felt his hand suddenly in my hair. I froze, wondering if I imagined it and that the pain had driven me to madness. Only when his fingers caressed across my scalp, moving through my hair, do I realize lyrics hadn’t imagined it all.

chest, I look down at him to

leaves me. He was awake. Never had I felt such immense relief before in my life. My heartbeat quickened, knowing I hadn’t

I was worried he wouldn’t. I was worried that he would be mad and let me suffer. His calling slipped out, and I basked in it and soaked it in, my body calming instantly as it rumbled through his chest and vibrated against me, soothing my soul

imitating his calling while moving my hips against him. Gone was any sort of dignity I had left. I no longer cared as long as he gave me what my body desired, what love craved, and what our bond demanded. His hard length slips between my drenched folds, my arousal coating his c**k and saturating my

behind me as he moves me higher and away from his pelvis, making me cry out at the loss of friction that reduced the throbbing pain burning

you say it, love,” he murmured into my hair. His hot breath moved across my neck and made me shiver, and I tried to move lower, but his grip grew tighter, holding me still. He was really going to make me say it? Yet, with the intense pain

saltiness of his skin was intoxicating, and I ran my tongue across my bite marks, his blood washing over my tongue, only arousing me

me moan as my lips part, and I kiss him back hungrily. Desire coursed through every inch of me, and wrapped

wrapped around his waist up higher before grinding his hips against me gently. I gasp, my lips pulling from his as his hard length slides between my wet folds and hits my c**t. My hips arch as I crave