Page 65 of His Loved Lycan Luna

‘Sorry, My King. Offer still stands.’

‘Like the offer to give me a good fuck?’I ask. I smile stupidly as I think of the brute.

‘If that is what my duty requires, I am up for the task,’he laughs.

‘That will not be necessary, but I appreciate the offer,’I chuckle.

‘You should get laid more often. You seem to be in a cheery mood now you got rid of the blue balls,’he mocks, and I gaze down at Azalea and sniff her hair. She reeks of my scent, making me purr with contentment.

‘No need to purr at me, My King. I’m pretty sure your calling doesn’t work on me, but hey, I can pretend if that is what you are into,’Liam snickers.

‘Sorry, Azalea distracted me,’I admit.

‘Sure. Now, what can I do for you? I assume you want something, or did you just drop into my thoughts for a friendly chat?’Liam asks.

‘Well, I was trying to get a hold of Damian about this customary piece of jewelry I appear to have attached to me,’I tell him.

‘Oh, my Justins! Do you like those? I have a hot pink fluffy set, too.’

‘I would like them off and was wondering if you had a spare key since Damian is asleep.’

‘I do, and Damian is definitely asleep. I am looking at him.’

‘Hmm, so who is on guard?’I ask.

‘Just little ole me. I noticed Damian needed a grandpa nap and Trey… Hmm, don’t like the fella, reminds me of a ferret,’Liam growls.

‘A ferret?’I ask.

‘Yep, cute and fluffy, and then it bites. I had a ferret once, only it bit me, then I wrung its neck, twisted it all the way around, those fuckers’ bite hard,’he rambles.

‘I remember. The key, Liam.’

‘Oh right, should I slide it under the door, or open and toss it. I could try my ninja skills, creep on in slowly, and take you from behind.’

‘Liam!’

‘Right, I am getting ahead of myself. Should I knock?’he asks, and I roll my eyes.

‘Now, why would you knock?’I ask him.

‘Well, don’t want to be rude, now, do I?’he says when I hear him knock twice. I tug the blanket up and cover Azalea.

“Come in,” I laugh. This man is batshit crazy, certifiably insane. He pops his head in and wiggles his eyebrows before covering his eyes with his hands and peering out the gaps between his fingers.

“I see nothing,” he says, stumbling over his feet.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” he asks, dropping his hand and sauntering over to me. His calculated movements remind me of a cat. I roll my eyes at him and wave him forward for the key.

He holds it out to me, then pulls his hand back at the last second. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Liam, have you been drinking while on the job?” I ask, sniffing the air.

“Just a smidge, My King, want some? I won’t tell if you don’t,” he says, sending me a wink.

“Not a good thing to tell the boss,” I scold. He is testing my patience.

“But you’ve always been more than just my boss, more a brother. I may be many things, but a liar I is not. So if you don’t want to know the answer, My King, don’t ask,” he says, his eyes glistening mischievously.

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