Page 76 of His Lost Lycan Luna

"One."

I roll my eyes and growl before snickering at the fact I did growl at him.

It is becoming more frequent and as embarrassing as it is hearing the strange noises I now make. I also like that I can growl back at him.

It is strange, like when boys hit puberty and their voices change. Instead, I am hitting the werewolf phase and now making animal noises. How ridiculous.

"You did not just growl at me," he says disapprovingly. I snicker and shake my head.

“One and a half, Ivy!” Kyson growls, and I growl back at him, though his growl is more controlled, louder. Since I forced it that time, it came out more of a purring meow. The King clicks his tongue.

"Are you seriously being disobedient over a seatbelt? You do not want me to get to three?" I roll my eyes, but thankfully he doesn't see. "Ivy!"

"Two," I count for him, not caring about his counting. I am not putting that seatbelt on. I don't care if I sound like a stubborn child. He isn't the one with his belly churning because the damn road there is like a roller-coaster. Not that I have been on one, but I don't think I would go near one after being on this road that seems to have no end.

"Well, aren't you in quite the mood? If I didn't know it was your werewolf side slowly coming forward, I would have spanked you by now?" Kyson growls. I scrunch my face up at his words. He wouldn't, would he?

"Last chance, Ivy. Put your seatbelt on."

I am near tempted to tell him to make me, but I know he will, so I keep my mouth shut, hoping he will give up and let it slide. He growls. The noise causes goosebumps to rise on my arms, and I roll over.

"No, it makes it worse," I whine, turning my head to face him. He raises an eyebrow at me and purses his lips. I huff and glare when I realize he doesn't have his seatbelt on, yet he is complaining about me not wearing one.

"Why do I have to wear one when you don't?" I snap at him, and both of his eyebrows raise at my tone. Geez, my words sound a little snarky even to me that time. My mind feels like mush, and I react before thinking and spewing the word vomit.

"Maybe because I am more durable than you. Now put the seatbelt on, Ivy."

"Put yours on then," I retort. The King growls once more. He seems to enjoy doing that, so I growl back at him, unable to stop myself. He presses his lips in a line, and his eyes flicker.

"Sorry," I blurt out.

"You are lucky I am patient. If you were anyone else, Ivy, I would not put up with the attitude. Hormones and werewolf instincts coming in or not," he snaps, clicking his tongue.

He leans forward, and his hand grips the front of my pants. In one swift yank, he pulls me across. I think I will hit the floor between the seats when he grabs me.

A yelp escapes me, and I suddenly find myself on his lap. I pull my pants from my ass crack from the wedgie he gave me when he grabbed my pants. The King chuckles, watching me try to fix my pants while he holds me in place.

The King then stretches his legs out and rearranges me so my back is against his chest and my legs rested over his. He places his feet on the seat across from us. He clips the seatbelt across us both.

"I have my seatbelt on, happy?" I tell him and he purrs, and I tug on the strap around my waist when he pulls on it. He then places his hand on my stomach where my shirt had risen, exposing my mid-drift.

"Now try to sleep," he says, pulling my head against his chest. He starts purring, and the sound lulls me as I blink, trying to remain awake. Kyson moves and then chuckles before pushing my eyelids down with his fingers.

"I said sleep or my guards may kill us both if I have to ask them to pull over again," he laughs. His calling grows stronger until I can no longer fight it, and I am forced to sleep.

ChapterForty-Six

IVY

"Ivy, wake up. We are here."

I groan, turning my face into his chest before feeling my cheek and lips become wet. I sit up, startled, and look at him before looking at his shirt, which is covered in drool. My eyes widen and my face heats with embarrassment. The warm sunlight filters through the car window, casting a golden glow on his features.

"Yes, I may have gone somewhat overboard with the calling, but you kept complaining your stomach hurts," he says, unclipping the seat belt.

He leans forward, tugs his shirt off, and reaches for a hand towel to wipe his chest. I blink before finding my fingers brushing through the hair on his chest. The King stops, glancing at me, yet my eyes are on his chest.

"Ivy?" he murmurs, gripping my chin and tilting my face up to his. He tilts his head to the side, watching me for a second, his eyes crinkling with worry. He pries open my upper lip, only to hiss when his thumb catches on teeth that feel much too sharp suddenly. Yet the taste of his blood washing over my tongue awakens something. I bite into one of his pecs and then his collarbone. I shake my head, I don't even remember moving; I just did it.

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