Page 80 of His Lost Lycan Luna

“So, did many survive from the Landeena Kingdom, and how many other kingdoms remain?” I ask, curious.

“Around fifty or so. They reside in the Valkyrie Kingdom. And no other kingdom remains but mine. They were taken out by the hunters. There are a few survivors from each kingdom still. Why your sudden curiosity about the kingdoms?”

I shrug; I just find it interesting.

He eyes me suspiciously, which I find strange, before he starts looking around the room. He stops by the bed; the old sheets are gone, but the mattress is still covered in blood. Old stains and stab marks litter the mattress.

"Come, you shouldn't be in here," he says, showing me back out. The King leads me away, but he seems distant and deep in thought.

"Your parents' names. What were they?" he asks.

"My father's name was Jordan, and my mother Della. I was ten when they were killed,” I answer.

"Do you know their last names?" I shake my head, unsure.

"Why?"

"No reason. It’s just odd that you know that song. It was only sung by the Queen and townsfolk; it was a ceremonial song and an anthem, as I said," he says, and I notice Gannon and Damian have come over to listen to our conversation.

"My King, I know we were planning on staying the night, but the men are nervous. Security is hard to keep here, and they found tire tracks through the forest close to here," Beta Damian says when the King waves him off.

"No, it is fine; I want to get Ivy home, anyway. You also need to call that Alpha; I need her paperwork. I believe she is closer to shifting than we believe." They both look at me, and I blush. I know they didn't miss the two bite marks on him that his shirt didn't cover.

The moment I climb into the limo, Kyson is pulling me onto his lap. He has been tense since we left the King and Queen's quarters, but even more so now. I try to scramble off his lap into my seat, but he pulls me back.

"What about my seatbelt?" I mumble as I feel the same senses that awoke on the drive here, reawaken, only now with a vengeance since he barely touched me while here. He quickly clips the surrounding seatbelt, effectively trapping me against him.

"Go to sleep. We will be driving through the night,” he informs me, and I sigh. His touch is like fire as his hands graze beneath my shirt. His skin is hot, his hands are scorching, and the moment he touches me, my senses go wild.

Kyson’s purr is primal and animalistic as it vibrates against my chest. The rumble reverberates through my body, forcing me to relax against him.

"Please don't force me to sleep," I groan, fighting it with all my might. He chuckles, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze.

His eyes meet mine, and I can see the flames of desire dancing in them. His hair is as dark as the night, and his lips are mere inches from mine when he turns my face away.

He kisses the side of my neck, his teeth brush against my skin, and a shiver slivers up my spine. "You should sleep," he murmurs against my skin.

"I’m not tired," I whisper, my voice barely audible as sparks rush across my skin at his touch.

"I can help with that," he promises darkly when his lips graze mine. The taste of him is like the sweetest honey, warm and inviting.

I let out a shaky breath as his lips move over mine, our tongues tangling as he deepens the kiss, and I can't help but moan into his mouth as he pulls me closer. His hands run up and down my back, causing shivers to run through my body.

Kyson moves his hands to my shirt, pulling it up and off in one swift motion. The cool air from the AC in the limo caresses my skin, making me shiver as his hands trace up my sides, teasing me as he goes. He unclips the seatbelt.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs against my skin as he runs his hands over my breasts, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples.

My senses go wild, his scent becoming all-consuming. Unable to take it anymore, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him towards me for another kiss. This time it's wilder, fiercer than before as we both struggle to catch our breath.

"Kyson," I moan out his name as he moves down to leave kisses on my neck and collarbone. "Please..."

He pauses, looking up at me. "Please what?" he smiles mischievously.

"You know what..." I groan, rocking my hips against him, when suddenly his shirt is torn to pieces, and my teeth sink into his chest.

"Hmm, maybe… maybe I want you to say it, though," he purrs as my fingers fumble for his belt. Only he seizes my hands, making me growl.

"So impatient," he purrs, nipping at my lips; he moves my hands to his chest and releases my wrists. My hands instantly move to seek what I want, but he growls.

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