Page 75 of His Lost Lycan Luna

“Yes, the age you stopped aging, or I may have to call you grandpa,” I snicker. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“I stopped aging just shy of 30. Most men stop aging around the age of 30, women a little different, between the ages of 23 and 30,” he says, motioning me with his hand to the door.

“But Clarice?”

“Certain things can age us, but given her age, she looks young still.”

My brows pinch together, but he doesn’t elaborate.

I get up just when we hear a knock at the door. Kyson’s hand drops to my hip as he tugs me against him. At least he looks around the age that I thought, and I couldn’t imagine living for that long. It sounds lonely.

“I may be old, but with age comes experience and some things I have perfected,” he says, dipping his face in my neck.

He runs his tongue across my neck, and his hand move, pressing flat against my stomach as he pulls me against him. He pulls his face from my neck before tugging my head back by my hair gently with his other hand.

His tongue invades my mouth in a way that should be illegal. It is lewd and teasing. I moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with mine, and his hand on my stomach slips between my legs to my core. He squeezes, enticing a moan from my lips.

He bites my lip as he pulls away, leaving me breathless as the door opens. Gannon steps in and past us, retrieving our bags, then walks back out while my face heats.

No doubt Gannon can smell my arousal in the room, making the situation even more embarrassing. Between my legs developed its own heartbeat at his obscene kiss. If he keeps this up, I’ll run out of panties long before we get home, I think, feeling the slickness between my legs. Kyson presses his lips to mine and growls softly.

“You will want to calm that desire, my love, or I just may eat you,” Kyson growls.

My face heats at his words, knowing that he, too, can smell the scent of my arousal. It makes it all the more awkward when I step into the hall to notice Damian smirking at us as he leans against the wall.

“Ready, my King?”

Kyson nods to him before draping his arm across my shoulders and tucking me closer. He leans down and kisses my temple, then whispers. “You think home is grand? Wait until you see the Landeena Kingdom. It was the biggest Kingdom of all.”

ChapterForty-Five

IVY

The drive to the castle is long, and the roads are bendy, making my stomach roll. We’ve had to stop at the side of the road multiple times while my stomach heaved violently. Kyson kept having to ask the driver to pull over so I could throw up.

I wipe my mouth on the tissues Beta Damian has ready, and the King passes me a water bottle, toothpaste, and toothbrush. As I remove the foul taste from my mouth, I welcome the minty freshness. I knew I shouldn't have eaten that egg and bacon muffin; I am now paying dearly for it.

Reaching for the bottled water, I swish it through my mouth. I feel hot and clammy. The entourage of cars circled around us, and the King's guards have their backs to us, for which I am thankful.

My stomach is becoming embarrassing, and it is definitely not ladylike to be tossing my stomach.

What made it all the more humiliating was how the King has witnessed my stomach's upheaval multiple times since I met him.

Mrs. Daley would have whipped me good. Thank God the King didn't seem fazed, more concerned if anything, and I had to keep pushing him away when he kept trying to hold my hair because I was worried I would puke on his shiny shoes.

"Not much further, I promise," Kyson eventually says while I rinse my mouth one last time before climbing back into the car.

I crawl across the seat and lay down directly under the air-conditioning vent, feeling hot. Kyson climbs back in, and the cars pull off the curb and continue.

"Ivy, your seat belt," Kyson says. I ignore him, turning my face into the seat.

"Ivy!" His tone is warning me, and I huff, closing my eyes.

I am too sick to care right now. My mind solely focused on the sickly feeling in my stomach.Meh, I had a good run. Nearly 18 years is a good length of time,I think.

"I will give you two seconds, Ivy, to place your seatbelt on." I groan and turn my head to look at him before turning back to face the rear of the seat and curling into a ball on my side.

I am not putting it on. It digs into my belly, making the sloshing worse, and I feel uncomfortable with it on.

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