Page 48 of His Lost Lycan Luna

His thumb brushes my clit, rubbing and flicking, when I feel his finger force its way inside me. My eyes squeeze tighter at the intrusion, and my hips jerk back when I feel his hardness dig into my back. My heart rate spikes once more at the realization, and my eyes fly open.

"Shh, Ivy, it's like that because I am touching you. It doesn't mean I will do anything with it," the King says, pressing his lips to my shoulder. He forces his finger in deeper, and I squirm as I feel my walls try to stretch, clamping tightly around him. Open-mouth kisses trail over my shoulder and neck as he withdraws it before pushing back in.

ChapterThirty

IVY

I squirm on his lap when he purrs softly. The sound makes my mind foggy, and he stops. "Do you want me to stop?" he purrs, and my head falls heavily on his shoulder, my eyes fluttering.

"I feel strange," I admit.

"It's my calling. It won't hurt you," he whispers, his lips trailing along the column of my neck. I know I should question what he means, but the haze that is sweeping through me makes it difficult to generate a cognitive thought. My hips move against his hand, chasing the building sensation he is creating.

"Is that a no?"

"No..." I breathe out.

"So a yes?" he purrs.

"No… I… you shouldn't," I try to tell him it's wrong, but my thoughts and words become jumbled.

"But you want to?" he asks, then runs his tongue up my neck before flicking my ear. A moan escapes me, and my hips move against his hand.

"Ivy, tell me to stop because I won't unless you do," he whispers before brushing his thumb against my clit.

He slips his finger out, pushing it back in. My walls flutter as he slowly withdraws it and presses it back in. I moan, and my hips begin to move in time with his thrusts. "That's it," Kyson purrs, the sound growing louder and deeper, and I turn languid in his arms. His erection twitches against my lower back when I wiggle my hips, wanting more.

"Do you want more?" Kyson purrs, the sound vibrating through my body. His fingers move faster when he drags me higher up his body. He groans when his cock slides against my ass.

He then slips his finger out, teasing my clit between his fingers, and my hips rock against his hand. When I feel two fingers prod at my entrance, I tense, and when he pushes them in, there is more resistance than before, my body trying to accommodate them, and my entire body tenses more. I squirm, my legs shaking and trying to close. Kyson traps them against the sides of the tub but raises his knees more, spreading me wider. "Shh, I won't hurt you," he purrs, the sound lulling me deeper into the haze, forcing me to relax.

"Good girl," he says, forcing both fingers inside me as deep as they can go. "Fuck you feel good," he growls while his thumb rubs my clit. "I can't wait to feel how tight your pussy is around my cock," he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. I moan, and my hips rock against his hand.

"That's it," Kyson purrs. His fingers move faster, harder. My body arches as pleasure radiates through every nerve, my hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. He turns his face, and his lips meet mine, and I'm lost in the sensations he is creating.

"Don't stop," I breathe against his lips.

His deep, resounding purr forces my body to relax, and I melt against him. My legs are no longer shaking. Instead, they fall heavily over his legs. He works his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing on my clit, making me moan as I give in to the building sensation.

My stomach tenses, and heat burns through me when he pulls his wet fingers from my pulsating heat before adding another, making me cry out. His lips swallow the sound that escapes me as he works three fingers into me, pushing in deeper. At the same time, his other hand falls to my stomach, holding me still.

"Relax," he instructs, and I do under his gentle command, and his purring grows louder, more intense.

He presses on my lower abdomen, his fingers curling upward and stroking against a sensitive spot that makes me gasp as he nibbles on my lip.

Unable to help it, my hips move against his fingers. My head rolls back against his shoulder as he moves his fingers faster, rougher, stretching me around them as he curls them. My walls flutter, clamping down on his fingers.

My moans echo off the tiled walls, louder than I intend, as his thumb presses down on my swollen clit, the friction building and climbing until I feel like I will combust from the heat, making my skin flush.

Suddenly, my mind goes blank. My eyes flutter, and his name spills from my lips. With a gasp, my walls squeeze and pulse wildly.

Pleasure ripples through me, making me cry out in pure ecstasy, stealing my breath from me as wave after wave courses through me. My entire body feels heavy as I sag against him. The King nips at my neck and chin as I recover, and I feel him gently pull his fingers from me.

In a daze, I blink up at the ceiling when he reaches for the loofah and soap, his purr lulling me quiet. I feel ridiculously relaxed – as if my whole body has turned to jelly – probably more relaxed than I have ever been in my life. I feel him chuckle and hear him talking, but my brain is mushy with the after-effects of what he did. He kisses my cheek, running the loofa over my skin when there's a knock on the door.

"Get out," the King says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument as I hear the person walking away.

"Just one of the guards. We should have left an hour ago," he says as he washes me, gently running the loofa over my heated skin. Goosebumps rise on my arms as the warmth that filled me slowly leaves, and I shiver against his warm skin.

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