Page 40 of His Lost Lycan Luna

Suddenly, he moves too quickly for my eyes to track, and the air is knocked from my lungs. A shriek of fear escapes me, and the next second, I am pinned beneath him on the bed. My brain suddenly forgets how to breathe, forgets a natural bodily function as fear steals my capacity to function.

"Three..."

The King smiles down at me. He purrs, the noise making his chest vibrate against mine. When he moves, I become very aware of the fact that he is pressed between my legs, and his entire body covers me. I gulp, seeing his face so close to mine, and he smirks. His eyes flash as he stares back for a second.

He drops his face closer to mine, running his nose along my cheek.

The purring emanating from him grows louder before he presses his nose in my neck and inhales deeply. This sends my heart rate leaping and spluttering in my chest.

I try to remind myself that Lycans don't eat people – he said they don't eat people – yet he sniffs me like he’s about to devour his favorite meal and is savoring its scent before consuming it.

"I could devour you, and it would never be enough," he growls as if to corroborate my thoughts, and goosebumps rise on my arms at the sound of his voice.

"But Lycans don't eat people," I squeak, praying he wasn’t lying. He runs his nose back up my neck and across my cheek, stopping at my lips. The King laughs, his stubble tickling my face while I stare wide-eyed at his erratic behavior.

"Not that sort of devouring," he laughs, shaking his head. "So pure," he mumbles, rubbing my lips with his thumb, his eyes trained on them. I silently pray Damian and Gannon will return. I don’t even care about the position they find me in as long as they can get me out of here.

"No, I am a rogue," I blurt, confused. Does he not see that I am the least pure there is? Rogues have no pack, nothing. We are the mutts of society.

Kyson pulls away from me, sitting up on his elbows and looking down at me. Although his position never changes, his weight no longer crushes the air from my lungs.

"How old were you when you were brought to the orphanage again?" he asks curiously.

"Ten, My King," I answer.

"And you had no schooling at all? Not even before that?"

"No," I tell him. Kyson clicks his tongue and looks away. He appears annoyed by my answer. Did I say something wrong?

Wiggling, I shuffle beneath him, trying to get out from underneath him. However, when his eyes move back to mine, they make me freeze and shrink back into the bed.

"You know nothing about Lycans or werewolves or anything at all?" he questions.

"I know how to clean. I can cook a bit, too," I say, not understanding why he questions my ability. What purpose would knowledge serve me when I am a rogue?

"Do you know what sex is?"

My jaw drops, and my face heats up. That word, I do know. I nod, shrinking away from him.

"But yet you’re a virgin…pure," he emphasizes the last word, and my face heats further at my idiocy of what he meant before.

The lack of oxygen must have muddled my brain or stunned it. I must have sounded like an idiot. No wonder he questions me. He must have thought something was with me… mentally. I mean I can’t read, and from the way I’m talking, it sounds like I don’t know anything about the world. Embarrassment floods through me when his words finally register.

Wait…. Did he want me to become his sex slave? The thought horrifies me. Tears suddenly burn the backs of my eyes, and I squeeze them shut, trying to will myself to calm down and not make noise.

He is the King; he can do what he wants with me. I am a rogue; he could kill me, and no one would care even to ask why.

"Is that why I am here? Are you going…?" I ask before stopping, like not knowing would somehow lessen the horror of it.

"Ivy, I am not going to have sex with you. I was just asking a question," he says, brushing my cheek with his hand. I open my eyes and peek up at him. He almost seems sad before his eyes flicker black for a second. He sighs heavily and drops his head on my chest.

"I hate how skittish you are; it makes me want to kill your headmistress," he growls. I don’t know what to say.

"I don't want you to be scared. I don't know how many more times I can say that before you believe it. Even Abbie spilled stew all over Damian earlier, and she begged at his feet for her life. It's madness," Kyson growls.

His words make my mind wander to Abbie, and I wonder if she is alright. I haven’t seen her in what feels like forever. I miss her terribly.

"I won't hurt you, Ivy. Not ever. Do you understand?" I nod, and he growls.

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