Page 68 of His Lost Lycan Luna

"I don't know what I am more horrified at, the fact she locked her away from the moon or the fact she locked her in there with you," the King says, his eyes darkening.

"What do you mean? I'm pretty sure sharing a room with her was the least of her worries; I have seen her naked plenty of times," I tell him.

"No, I mean Abbie could have killed you. Transitioning werewolves are dangerous on their first shift; they can lash out. They struggle to control their wolves in the shift, their baser instincts come out."

My eyes widen in horror. I had no idea. Although Abbie turned a little angrier and snapped at me a few times, I just thought she was in pain. She then lay down on her tummy and I brushed her fur all night, waiting for her to shift back.

"Your headmistress has a lot to answer for regarding yours and Abbie's treatment," the King growls, shaking his head.

"Your shift won't be like that, I promise. I will remain with you."

"But you just said—"

"I will remain with you. A few werewolf bites won't hurt me," he says, cutting me off.

He cups my face with his hand, and the scent of his skin so close to my nose makes me inhale before I lick his wrist. My eyes widen at what I did, and I clamp my lips together, horrified that I just licked him!

However, he snickers and lifts his knees behind me, forcing me closer. He smells heavenly, and I can't help myself; I inhale and sniff him like some deranged freak.

He turns his head up with a smile on his lips as he offers his neck to me, tilting it to the side so I have better access, and some foreign urge comes over me at the sight of it.

I sniff him, running my nose up his throat and down again before stopping in the crook of his neck. His hand slips into my hair, and I try to stop myself. Yet, the urge is too intense… verging on pain. Much to my horror, I lick his neck.

He shivers, pressing me closer when I suddenly bite into him – and I don't mean gently either – like a damn savage animal. It’s like I lose all control and the urge just takes over completely. He groans, and I swear I feel his cock twitch beneath me. His blood rushes into my mouth like a slap of clarity in the face.

ChapterForty-One

IVY

The shock of what I did makes me gasp, letting him go, but he pulls me closer.

"You can bite me, Ivy," the King purrs, but I am mortified at my vile actions.

I shake my head. "I made you bleed!" I shriek, trying to get off him. He will surely whip me now. Shit, his guards will, the moment they notice what I did.

I try frantically to get off him, but he grips my arms, holding me in place.

"Shhh, breathe. Do I sound mad?" he asks, running his hands up my arms. His fingers move across the back of my neck, pulling my head down to the crook of his neck. Then he holds my face and my lips press against his warm skin.

I clamp my teeth together as the urge returns.

"It's okay, love. If you want to bite me, bite me. I am yours to do what you want with," Kyson murmurs next to my ear. I try to pull away from him, but his grip holds strong.

"A servant—"

"Call yourself that again and see what happens. I don't know how much clearer I can be; I have told you I don't want you as my servant, that I want to change you," he sighs, his grip loosening slightly, but not enough for me to escape it.

"I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to make you my Queen. Do you understand that? I want to mark you after you shift, Ivy. I want to change you, and I want you to be my Luna Queen."

I jerk in his hold. He growls but lets me sit up, although he refuses to let me get off his lap, his fingers pressing into my thighs.

"You want to mark me?" I ask, and he nods.

Is he insane? This man has truly lost his marbles. How he can perceive a slave as a potential Queen is beyond me.

"Yes, I want to mark and mate you. I also want to change you," he says, running his finger down the side of my neck, making me shiver.

"But I am a rogue, a servant."

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