Page 52 of His Found Lycan Luna

“You are not my king. In fact, you’re supposed to be my mate and all you do is fucking yell at me and order me around. You should have let me fucking drown if you were going to be a…” I grit my teeth when he growls. The man makes my blood boil, and tears spring in my eyes.

For a moment, we are locked in a silent battle of wills. Then,unexpectedly, his expression softens, the anger giving way to something more complex. A flicker of guilt passes over his features, and he sighs, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, the words seemingly foreign to him. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

His apology catches me off guard, and I stare at him in shock.

He pulls me closer, our bodies almost touching in the water, his muscles rippling under my hands. “Let me teach you to swim,” he suggests, his voice gentle. I hesitate, then shake my head.

“You should know how to swim, Ivy,” he reminds me as he swims backward pulling me with him. I freak out when I am dragged on my stomach. My legs instantly wrap back around him, and he sighs, moving upright again and treading water. His hands move to my thighs under my dress, rubbing gently.

“Unwrap your legs.”

I shake my head, my legs gripping him tighter.

“Ivy,” he urges.

“It’s too late to teach me to swim, that’s something kids learn,” I tell him.

“Nonsense, now unwrap your legs. I won’t let you drown, I’m right here,” he says, his lips brushing my cheek gently.

“Please don’t make me order you, you should know this, Ivy, let me teach you,” he murmurs. Reluctantly, I untangle my legs from him, and he sighs. “Now put your arms around my neck,” he orders, and I do as he says. He grips my waist tightly and kicks off, propelling us forward through the water. His arms encircle me, and he starts to move up and down, my legs dangling loose. As he moves against me, the fabric of my dress shifts slowly upward, covering his chest.

“Relax,” he murmurs in my ear, and I attempt to copy his movements. It doesn’t work at first but gradually, I find the rhythm until I feel more comfortable. Kyson smiles down at me “See, you’re doing great.”

My cheeks warm as he continues teaching me while the sun beats down on us.

Despite my embarrassment and initial anger, it feels nice having him this close to me. Soft ripples stretch out around us.

He guides my movements, his hands supportive under my body. “Kick your legs like this,” he instructs, his tone patient and encouraging.

I mimic his movements, and to my surprise, I find myself floating. Laughter bubbles up inside me.

“Good girl, you’re doing great,” he praises, and there’s a warmth in his words that makes my heart flutter unexpectedly. Kyson pulls me closer. “Wrap your legs around me again for a second.” I do as he says when he suddenly grabs my dress pulling up.

“Kyson!” I clutch it.

“No one can see you, but your dress is weighing you down,” he murmurs, and I glance around to find the guards nowhere in sight. “See, I ordered them away,” he tells me, and I stare at him. He peels the dress off before moving closer to the pier and tossing the dress on it. I try to cover my breasts.

“Move your hands, I’ve seen you naked, don’t shy away from me,” he murmurs.

Reluctantly, I drop them, and he keeps his gaze trained on mine. He shows me how to move my arms, his hands guiding mine through the water. Our eyes often meet, and in those glances, I see a flicker of something tender, something that makes my breath catch.

As we continue, our proximity remains close, his body occasionally brushing against mine. Each touch sends a jolt of awareness through me, and I find myself increasingly conscious of him—not just as the king, but as a man.

Then Kyson takes my hand and tugs me toward him, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle his hips, feeling the hardness of his erection against my lower stomach. My eyes widen, but he doesn’t let go, instead wrapping his arms around me. “Relax,” he whispers.

His skin is warm against mine despitethe cool water, and it sends shivers up my spine. Slowly, I relax into him, allowing myself to melt into his embrace as he teaches me how to synchronize my movements properly.

The water laps at us gently as we move together, and I feel the rhythm of our breathing begin to match. He leans in and kisses my forehead.

He stops swimming and treads water, pulling me closer to him. My heart races as I look up at him with wide eyes. His eyes roam over my face, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before cupping my cheek softly. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice low and deep.

His touch is firm but gentle at the same time; it’s almost hypnotic how easily he guides me through each stroke as if we’re one being moving together fluidly across the water’s surface. We spend hours like this, just swimming when he pulls my hands from his shoulders as we are halfway to the other side. I freak out, kicking and trying to reach him as the king moves. He smiles before standing.

I huff, thinking I am drowning when I realize the water here is only knee-deep, and my face heats at my idiocy. Kyson laughs at my embarrassed face, and I splash him.

“This side is shallow,” he chuckles before bending down and grabbing me.

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