Page 62 of His Loved Lycan Luna

His tongue fights mine for dominance, and he presses his weight down on me, sheathing himself inside me, making me gasp. He moves slowly, his cock slipping in and out, gradually building up friction, his cock rubbing my walls, causing them to clench around his hardened length.

My hand tugs his hip, wanting him to move faster, when Kyson’s hand goes under my back, pulling me with him as he rolls, so I am now on top, straddling his lap as he moves and leans against the headboard.

His hands run up my sides, the handcuffed one forcing my hand where he goes. Kyson grips my hips, and he leans forward, sucking my breast, a breathy moan leaving my lips, feeling his mouth on my body. He rolls my hips against him, guiding me up and down his length.

I grip his shoulder, rolling my hips to the movement before his grip loosens, and he lets me set the pace. I move my hips and find my rhythm. Feeling myself building up, my walls clenching his length, and my eyes close at the feeling in my lower belly, spreading a warmth through me.

“That’s it, love,” Kyson purrs before gripping my hips andslamming me down on him, moving my hips faster. I moan, my nails digging into his shoulder as I feel myself climbing higher, reaching my peak.

The only sounds are my airy moans filling the room and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting. Kyson reaches up, grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back, his lips trailing down my neck and over my shoulder, his other hand squeezing my ass as I grip his wrist awkwardly, my hand bent from the handcuff as I move up and down his hard shaft. His cock fills me, and I feel my stomach tighten and my skin flush, I cry out at the overwhelming feeling inside me.

He lets go of my hair, palming my breast while sucking on the other one, his tongue flicking over my nipple. I pick up my pace before feeling the hot wave of my climax rush over me, making my walls clench around his cock before I feel his teeth sink into my flesh, prolonging the feeling, and my pussy pulsates around him, making me moan loudly.

My body turns slack in his arms as he pulls his teeth from my skin, and I drop my face to his neck. The overwhelming urge makes my gums tingle before I feel my canines protrude and sink them into his skin.

Kyson growls, his hands gripping my hips as he rocks them against him, chasing his release before groaning just as I pull my teeth from his skin. My tongue rolls over my marking when I feel him still, and his cock twitches and expands inside me, making me gasp at the strange stretching feeling. I jump as his warmth bathes my insides, and Kyson’s arms wrap around me and crush me against his chest.

“You can’t move, relax,” he whispers next to my ear, flooding me with his calling as I fight the urge to climb off him, his cock swelling inside me, stretching me further.

“Sorry, I didn’t intend to knot you, not yet anyway,” he whispers, his tongue flicking the shellof my ear.

“What?” I murmur.

“Something Lycans do, I forgot to warn you. I’msorry,” he whispers, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and nibbling on it. I nod, too relaxed to care. I don’t want to move anyway, so I melt against him. My breathing is harsh as I suddenly find myself now fused to him. His calling lulls me into a dreamy state, and I feel his fingers trailing up my spine as he moves down the bed to lie down.

My eyelids are heavy as I listen to his heartbeat beneath my ear. His fingertips grip my chin, tilting my face up toward his. He leans down, his lips brushing mine gently. “I love you,” he whispers against my lips before chuckling as I fight exhaustion. My body cools down rapidly, the heat leaving, and in its place, exhaustion courses through me.

“Sleep, My Queen,” he says, kissing the side of my mouth as my eyes close, and I am sucked under by the darkness of sleep.

Chapter Forty

Now back at the castle I don’t know what to do with myself. Do I just return to my old tasks now that I’m here? Should I seek out Gannon or perhaps Clarice? Gannon gave me some of his blood so the worst of my injuries are healed, I don’t want to burden him by harassing him. Uncertain of what to do next, I wanderaimlessly until I inadvertently reach my previous quarters. Tentatively, I rap on the door in case Beta Damian has enlisted a new personal servant. Met with silence, I cautiously push the door ajar and glance inside only to find the entire guard quarter downstairs also empty; I wonder if I should clean here first since the guard quarters were also tasked to me. The hour grows late, and I decide to see Clarice in the morning about where she plans to assign me and decide I should just stay out of everyone’s way and go to bed.

Stepping into the room that used to be mine, I find the bed bare, so I mosey down the hall to the closet and retrieve some blankets and pillows. The task is made more difficult by my wounds. The stitches are pulled so tight that some are cutting through my skin like cheese wire.

Blood covers almost every inch of me. It has congealed in my hair and under my fingernails. I swiftly make the bed but realize I can’t sleep in this condition. I head to the laundry room, scanning for clean clothes. I spot some servant uniforms, pajamas, and a pair of socks on the shelf. I snatch them up before grabbing a towel and searching through the first aid kit for antibacterial soap. As I limp toward the servants’ bathrooms, my bones ache, every step a painful reminder of the ordeal I’ve been through.

Stepping inside, I find it empty. One side of the bathroom holds stalls for showering while a half wall is divided up the middle to the toilets and basins; long mirrors run the entire length of the center wall on both sides.

As I pass it to head into one of the shower stalls, I glance at the state I’m in. My normal auburn hair is matted, twigs and leaves are tangled in the knots. My clothes are torn, and I can still smell his scent all over me. Gannon’s, too, but Kade’s is still there. My heart pangs at the thought of him.

The way he lay dead in the dirt. My mate, though cruel, was mine or supposed to be. Staring at what is left of me as I peel off my clothes, I’m disgusted.

My skin marred from years in the orphanage isalready horrifying to look at, though my scars were never deep or as jagged as Azaleas. I have always felt terrible for how she hates her appearance and the lashes that mar her.

She had taken so many whippings reserved for me, and I had done the same for her. Gazing at them, I used to think it was a reminder of what we endured and survived. Though these marks were left at the hands of Kade, I noticed something so much worse.

I never survived at all. Instead, I moved from one hell to another. Staring at my ravaged flesh, I am not so sure anyone can look at me again and be anything but disgusted by the sight of me. There are multiple marks on my neck from him that have turned my flesh black like it is rotting away my skin, the skin raised jagged, same as the scars etched into my heart. The hollow void feels like it will never be filled again, bottomless. I press my lips together to stop crying out when I peel my shirt off, dumping it on the floor.

I hiss as I force my pants down my legs. The blood saturates my pants, sticking to my skin and making me feel like I’m being skinned alive. Tears blur my vision, and I bite back the sob as my stitches open and blood cascades down my leg in a stream. I try to step out of my pants when hands fall on my hips, making me jump and hiss as the stitches along my arms and ribs tug from the movement.

“I was looking for you,” Gannon murmurs. He kneels, peeling them off, and I grip his shoulder, stepping out of them. He kisses my hip bone, which protrudes beneath my skin. The blood rushes to my cheeks, knowing I am now standing naked in front of the man.

“Why are you in the servant bathroom?” he asks, standing back up. Keeping my back to him, I cover my breasts. Not that there is much point with the giant mirrors. I know he can see every vile inch of me if he glances at them.

“I didn’t know where else to go. You disappeared, and I didn’t want to bother Clarice to find out where I would be stationed. So I went back to my old station,” I tell him.

“You should have just gone to our room,” Gannon whispers.

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