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"He wouldn't say, just said it was important, and it is to do with Ivy," Damian answers, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.

I glance over at her sleepy, peaceful form. "When are we leaving?"

"At noon, the men need sleep before we move out."

I nod and rub my chin, wondering what Alpha Dean could have to say that he wouldn't say it over the phone.

"I am not sure Ivy will want to go back there just yet," I admit, glancing at her. "And I don't want her to fall back into old habits," I tell my Beta, concern etched into my features.

"Gannon can stay, or I will. I will assign extra guards to her."

"I would rather you remain with her," I decide, trusting Damian more than anyone else.

"Very well, I will. Try to get some sleep, Kyson," Damian says before getting up and leaving the room. The door closes with a soft click, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the steady rhythm of Ivy's breathing.

Worry gnaws at me as I get to my feet and walk over to my bar. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey off the shelf, I go to pour a glass before deciding to drink straight from the bottle when I see only a quarter of the bottle is left. The liquid warmth spreads through my chest, dulling the edges of my anxiety for a moment.

Ivy moves on the bed, tossing the blanket off and bunching it between her legs. I can't help but think about how I can't wait until she starts nesting and destroying the sheets. Nesting she-wolves become territorial, and I'm not even sure she'll allow Damian and Gannon in here when that time comes.

Judging by the way she's bunching the sheets now, it won't be too far off. She'll make this her haven, and once I make her a Lycan, she will kill anyone who enters her den. The memory of my sister accidentally killing her handmaiden when she started nesting surfaces in my mind, a painful reminder of the dangers that come with this stage. She felt terrible, but I would ensure that didn't happen with Ivy.

I bring the bottle to my lips and take another swig, enjoying the smooth, sweet taste while my eyes trail over Ivy. Her pink, bare form is on full display as she lies on her stomach with her leg bent. My cock twitches, and I can't wait to bury it in her, but I will wait and let her decide. So until she asks, I will endure it.

Walking over to the bed, I place my whiskey bottle on the bedside table. My hand skims up the inside of her leg from her ankle, brushing between the apex of her legs. A smile splits onto my face as she moans softly, pushing back against my hand. Leaning over the bed, I plant a gentle kiss on her naked shoulder, but before nipping at her jaw, she groans.

The sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but be entranced by her every movement. The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window, casting delicate shadows across her skin. The scent of her arousal fills the air, a heady mix of sweet and musky that threatens to overwhelm my senses.

Despite the urgency of our impending visit to Alpha Dean and the lingering sense of guilt from earlier, I can't tear my eyes away from Ivy. As I watch her sleep, a fierce protectiveness wells up within me as I move toward her.

ChapterFifty-Two

KYSON

Her arousal causes my nostrils to flare, and my eyes flicker as I inhale her intoxicating scent. The fragrant aroma of her desire mingles with the soft scent of lavender from the bed linens, weaving a spell around me that tightens with every breath. I wanted to fuck her, sheath myself in her tight confines. Moving behind her, I cup her pussy with my hand as I crawl on the bed and press my chest to her back. Her skin feels like silk beneath my fingertips, warm and supple, sending shivers down my spine.

Her reaction is instant, proving how powerful the bond is becoming. She moans again, and I can tell she is waking at my touch. My nose runs across her shoulder, and I nip her skin. The taste of her was a heady mixture of salt and sweetness, a flavor that seemed to echo her very essence. Wanting her to wake up, I squeeze between her legs and she rocks her hips against my hand.

I run my finger through her wet folds, and she whines, pushing against my finger as I tease her by circling it around her entrance, coating it in her arousal. The wet sounds of her desire fill my ears, making my cock throb in anticipation. "Ivy, wake up," I whisper, and she moans, pushing against my finger. I refuse to shove in her. I laugh softly as she becomes annoyed.

"Kyson!" she growls a whine.

"Hmm," I hum as she growls at me. I circle her clit, and she jolts, before moving back to her tight hole and shoving my finger deep inside her. Her walls clamp around it, and I slowly withdraw it before working it back into her warm, wet entrance. Ivy moans, and I groan at the sound she makes before sitting up and using my other hand, I pull her cheeks apart so I can watch my finger fuck her.

I add another, watching as her pussy stretches and clenches around them. She lifts her hips slightly, letting them slide in deeper as I pick up my pace, enjoying the way she shudders and spasms around them. The delicate arch of her back, the curve of her hips, and the way her legs tensed and flexed, all paint a picture of a woman lost in her pleasure.

I am captivated by her, loving the way my name rolls off her tongue and spills out her lips as her pleasure grows. "Fuck, you're so wet," I groan as her tight walls clenched my fingers hard, her arousal spilling onto the mattress and between her milky thighs. I can feel the heat of her body against my hands, a living flame that seems to promise endless passion and pleasure if I could only stoke it to greater heights.

I pull my fingers from her, wanting to taste her sweet nectar. Ivy cries at the loss of my fingers when I grip her hips. She shrieks as I pull her hips into the air. I pull her to the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees on the floor.

"Kyson!" she shrieks, and I know she was feeling exposed in this position. She tries to pull away when I squeeze her ass before my mouth covers her completely, sucking her sweet lips into my mouth.

The top half of her body sinks into the mattress at the feel of my tongue sliding between her folds. I chuckle as she melts against the bed. Her legs tremble as she pushes back against my mouth as I devour her. The muffled sounds of her pleasure, combined with the gentle rustle of sheets beneath her, creates a symphony that makes my heart race and my blood sign with desire.

Her desire overrules her embarrassment that her ass is in my face, and I push her legs further apart before tilting my face. Ivy shivers when my stubble brushes her clit as I jam my tongue inside her. The sensation of her velvety flesh against my tongue is intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of her taste.

Her sweet taste on my tongue makes me groan, and my cock ached painfully, wanting to be buried deep inside her. My hands squeeze her thighs as I open her up wider, sucking and licking every crease and fold before trailing my tongue between her cheeks and running it over her tight hole. The air around us is heavy with the scent of our lust, making every breath a reminder of our shared passion.

She jerks, feeling my tongue poke and prod around her back passage, but I grip her thighs, not allowing her to escape as my tongue travels back to her pink, swollen pussy. I slip my fingers in her quickly, coating them in her juices, then trace them up to her ass crack.

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