Page 57 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Kyson, where do you want me to put Dustin?” Damian asks, clearing his throat. Dustin is in one of the other cars, and I know he is awake; I can feel his pack tether is alert when Liam looks in at me.

“My King, I’m not making excuses for him; he did the wrong thing, but...” begins Liam.

I glare at him, who presses his lips in a line. He is protective of Dustin, but I have my limits with my men. At the same time, I trust very few with my mate, or my kingdom for that matter.

Gazing down at Azalea, I press my face into her neck and breathe in her scent, and Damian tells Liam he’ll handle me and to go.

“You know it wouldn’t have been a deliberate act of putting herin harm’s way,” Damian says, though I can tell he wants to beat some sense into him.

“Just think of Azalea’s reaction before you act, My King. You know she won’t be happy if you hurt him.”

“He needs to be punished,” I tell him, and Damian nods.

“He does but maybe sleep on it tonight and clear your head before deciding what that punishment should be,” Damian says. “Dungeons? Or am I sending him to his room?”

“Fuck!” I mutter under my breath.

“His room. I will deal with him tomorrow,” I answer, not happy, but he is right. Azalea and Dustin are close.

“Okay,” Damian says, holding the door open for me, only I don’t get out. I am frozen. If I move right now. I am going to bend her over and fuck her despite her being asleep. My cock is painfully hard beneath her, and my muscles tense as I begin to sweat.

“My King?” Damian asks, and I glare out the door.

“I can’t move,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Right, I um. I can take her,” Damian says nervously, but I have suffered through both his and Gannon’s scents, switching back and forth the entire way home as they reacted with each wave as it came. I don’t think I could bear to smell his arousal on her skin. I swallow, knowing I have to ask for the help of the one man I want to kill right now.

“Please ask Dustin to come to take her,” I tell him.

“You want Dustin to take her back to her room?”

I nod once.

Waiting a few moments, Dustin steps into the limo warily. I clench my jaw, but his scent doesn’t change as he approaches. He doesn’t say anything and waits for me to nod to him before taking her. Dustin scoops her out of my arms, hugging her to his chest. Dustin steps out of the limo while I wait, still fighting the urge to bury my dick in her tight confines. After about half an hour, I have calmed enough to get out of the car without wanting to hunt my mate like she is prey.

However, once the cool night air brushes against me, the fresh airfills my lungs. I feel dizzy, and my surroundings spin. Taking a step toward the castle doors, my vision blurs, and I feel delirious. It becomes harder to breathe, and with another step, I lose all feeling as an icy cold feeling slivers over my heat-ravaged body, and my heart thumps erratically in my chest. The ground rushes toward my face, yet I don’t feel a thing as I hit it, although I hear the air being expelled from my lungs on impact before my vision goes black.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

My nose tickles as his scent invades my senses. My entire body is overheating, and I’m not sure if the heat is radiating from him or me. His skin is blisteringly hot, while my blood feels like it is boiling and bubbling in my veins. Lifting my head, I find Kyson asleep beneath me. His heady scent makes my mouth water, and everywhere his skin touches, it tingles and buzzes like a live wire is running beneath my skin. My thighs are drenched, and I groan, knowing I am in heat again. But why is Kyson so hot? I wonder. I am about to climb off him and run for the bathroom to take a cold shower when a voice makes me jump.

“Remain where you are. You can’t move even if you wanted to,” Damian’s voice makes me look over my shoulder. A growl escapes me; logically, I know it is Beta Damian, yet my body reacts to the intruder in my den. A den I don’t remember building in my sleep. The thin sheet covering me falls slightly, and Damian averts his gaze to the far wall and clears his throat, making me peer down to find myself naked. Why am I naked? And who undressed me? My eyes widen, and I scramble to tug the sheet back to cover myself, only tofeel Kyson move under me. No, he doesn’t move. I am handcuffed to him, my wrist cuffed to his. My movement makes Kyson purr in his sleep while I try to figure out what has happened.

I stare at the handcuff before glancing at Damian. “Why am I handcuffed? Did you undress me?” I ask him, and Damian sits back in his wooden chair, which I know is from the small office behind the door on the far wall. He folds his arms across his broad chest.

“Yes, I had no choice. You are in heat! I need to talk to you, and you will listen to me, My Queen,” Damian states, and I can tell he is not going to leave until I hear what he has to say. I roll my eyes and Damian growls.

“Un-cuff me,” I demand, but he presses his lips in a line.

“No!” he says, earning a growl from me. I want to check on Dustin and Abbie. Although I’m not sure if that would be possible because with Kyson’s skin touching mine, I am barely holding it together, wanting nothing more than to roll my hips against him and claim him.

“Listen to me. I have been with the king for as long as I can remember, and he can be a stubborn idiot at times. However, you are also just as stubborn. You put yourself in unnecessary danger and put your life at risk, and that of Dustin,” Damian starts.

I go to protest, but he cuts me off.

“You put my king at risk. Your mate!” he states angrily. I swallow, looking down at Kyson. Feeling guilty, I tug the blanket higher. I go to move off of Kyson when he speaks again.

“Remain where you are. Kyson’s life depends on it. You move, and he can die, and I did not carry him here and undress you for him to drop dead on me now!” Damian snaps, and I freeze.

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