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He shakes his head.

"So, will you let me?" he asks, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. The thought of him licking my back kind of weirds me out a little.

"And you just have to lick me?"

He chuckles and nods. "Yes, but it would be easier in my other form. My saliva is more potent. This form, it would take longer," he says, and my brows furrow. Fear, I know, is etched into my face.

"I won't hurt you. My Lycan side recognizes his own. I recognize you, Ivy. I promise you I won't harm you; you just need to trust me."

I swallow when a knock sounds on the door. The King looks toward the door, instantly pulling me behind him.

"Just me, your highness," Gannon calls out, making the King exhale.

"Just leave it. We will be out in a minute," he answers, and I listen to Gannon leave, the door shutting behind him. The King shuts off the water and reaches out the door, then passes me a towel. I wrap it around myself, and the King steps out of the shower, turning to face me.

"Is that a yes?" he asks expectantly.

"You won't hurt me when you are like that?" I ask, pulling my towel a little tighter when he suddenly presses me against the sink basin, his eyes flickering dangerously as he smiles, his sharp teeth on display, and his voice deepens, turning gravelly.

"Never," he purrs, and I exhale, chewing my lip.

Well, if he kills me, it would be quick, so I nod.

“There are so many things I want to do to you, but hurting you isn’t one of them,” he growls, nipping at my neck.

ChapterThirty-Nine

IVY

I follow him into the room, and as I do, I notice Gannon has placed a food tray on the bed. King Kyson doesn't even bother to get dressed, and I feel a little strange just standing around in a towel. He motions for me to come over to him before flicking the TV on and moving the tray to the bedside table while I stand awkwardly at the edge of the bed.

“Ivy, come,” he tells me, and I chew my lip. He shakes his head and reaches over, gripping my wrist and yanking me on top of him. The motion makes an audible squeak leave my lips as I collide with his chest, and he chuckles at my awkwardness.

I scramble upright, placing my hands on his chest. Just as I push off him, he grips my thighs, tugging me back down on him and forcing me to sit.

My towel has risen precariously, and my face heats as he looks between my legs. I try to close them, but his hands tighten, preventing such action.

"I just had my mouth down there, yet you are embarrassed over me seeing you," he says, and my face heats even more at his words. Does he have to say it out loud? Why does he have to say such vulgar things? Is he trying to embarrass me?

His hands trail higher underneath the towel, exposing me even more to wandering eyes. Before I can tug it down, he grips my hips and places me directly over where his hard cock is.

"Kyson!" I hiss, feeling his hardened length through the thin towel between us. He sighs and lets me move to wiggle higher, but pulls me back down when I try to climb off to sit beside him.

"Your birthday is soon," the King says, and I frown slightly. Is it a question or just a statement? I don't understand what he's getting at. He can be quite bizarre sometimes, and I don't know if his question warrants an actual answer.

"Are you nervous about shifting?"

"Kind of. Not really. I try not to think about it. Why?" I ask. I am slightly petrified after witnessing Abbie's shift though. That night will forever haunt me, but I know it wasn't supposed to be that way.

"Because when a werewolf comes of age, they find their mate," he says.

"Isn't it supposed to be rare to actually find them, though? Werewolves hardly travel away from the pack, so unless their mates are in it, most don't find theirs."

"Well, I will be returning to your old pack next week," the King tells me.

"What for?"

"To speak with the old Alpha, find out a few things. But that is not why I asked about your birthday." He squeezes my thighs gently while his thumbs rub against the inside of my thighs.

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