Page 33 of His Lycan Luna Queen

For the first time in ages, I wake up feeling wide awake. My mind is running a million miles a minute. Kyson is asleep beside me, his breath moving across the back of my neck, where his face is buried in my hair. The room is still a little dark, though, despite some light filtering through the drapes from the rising sun. It must be quite early, as I don’t hear any workers or movement about the castle.

Moving under the blankets, Kyson’s heavy arm draped over my waist tucks me closer, rolling me over to face him. “Where are you sneaking off to?” he purrs with closed eyes. He snuggles closer.

“Nowhere. I just woke,” I tell him, and he yawns, nodding his head before kissing my collarbone.

“I don’t want to get up yet,” he mumbles before skimming his nose across the column of my throat and forcing me to tilt my head back as he scented my skin, his whiskers tickling as he nips at my neck. His calling slips out as he kisses and sucks the skin.

“Kyson, we have things to do today,” I tell him, and he nips at my jaw.

“The only thing I want to do is you,” he says, and I roll my eyes, and he rubs his stubble across my skin, making me cringe.

“I thought you were going to teach me to command you,” I ask him, and he hums before moving and pushing me back onto the bed and looming over me. He presses his knees between my thighs before climbing between them and settling his weight above me.

“Command me to stop then,” he laughs before nibbling my lips, and I chuckle at his playfulness. It reminds me of when I first met him. It also makes me realize how much I miss that person. So much has happened since then, life has become more intense, more serious. We had both changed. Our relationship had changed. It seemed so long ago and so much simpler back then.

“You’re meant to be commanding me,” he growls, nipping my lips before kissing me. My lips tingle as the bond flares to life.

“No?” he purrs, nibbling on my bottom lip before his tongue pushes between them. His scent overwhelms me, and I kiss him back. Our tongues tangle as he fights for dominance, tasting every inch of my mouth.

“You’re meant to be commanding me, Azzy,” he laughs against my lips, making me realize I am getting carried away by the feelings he is invoking.

“Stop,” I laugh as he attacks my neck with his lips, his stubble tickling.

“Real convincing,” he chuckles while moving lower before growling when the shirt I am wearing gets in the way of his traveling lips.

Kyson rocks his hips against me, his hand moving down my side to grip the hem of my shirt. He pushes it up, his hands leaving goosebumps along my flesh as he pushes the shirt up, and I sit up a little, letting him peel it off. He tosses it asidebefore growling when he dips his head down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and I grip his hair, tugging his head back.

“Stop!” I command, and his eyes flash black, and I smile as my command comes out, thinking it worked when he smirks.

“Make me,” he purrs, and I huff.

“Why doesn’t it work on you?” I growl, knowing I used it.

“Because you don’t want to hurt me for one. Also because you don’t really want me to stop,” he laughs, biting down on the hardened bud. “You have to mean it, you know.” I hiss and grip his hair, jerking his head back.

“That hurt!” I growl at him, and he gnashes his teeth at me before pecking my lips, and my lips part as I kiss him back before biting his lip hard. He growls, jerking back.

“See. Bloody hurts,” I chuckle before sitting up on my elbows. He watches me pulling away briefly before sighing when I run my tongue across his bottom lip, sealing the bite mark I left when he laughs, gripping the back of my neck. He kissed me harder, deeper. His tongue invades my mouth and steals my breath before he shoves me back on the bed. I wrap my legs around his waist as he rocks his hips rubbing his growing erection against me.

His lips move south, teasing my flesh, and slick dampens my thighs as desire courses through me, making my skin heat and my breathing grows harsher as he moves lower while unwrapping my legs from around his waist and settling between my thighs. His breath sweeps over my core, making me shiver, and my hips lift invitingly before his tongue flattens, moving across my wet pussy, making me groan and grip his hair as he runs his tongue between my folds before sucking hard on my clit.

I moan as lightning heat rushes through every nerve ending and makes my toes curl. He growls, making me look down at him to find his onyx eyes watching me when he sits up on one elbow, and I glare at him for teasing me.

“Ah, what are you doing? I didn’t say stop,” I whine at him, and in return, he gives me a seductive smile before leaning down and breathing his warm breath against my lower lips. He smiles before sucking the inside of my thigh, and my hips bump against his face.

“Kyson!” I growl, and he laughs before dipping his face between my legs only to let his warm breath tickle my skin. I sit up on my elbows and glare down at him.

“Kyson, I swear to god, if you leave me like this, I will …”

“Order me!” he growls, running his tongue over my lower lips again, and I drop back onto the bed only for him to stop and his words finally register. My face heats up, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t demand such a thing! Kyson chuckles before lifting my legs over his shoulders and dragging me closer, yet his lips tease my thighs and everywhere else but where I want his mouth.

“Kyson!” I snarl.

“Yes, my Queen,” he laughs, brushing his stubble across my thighs before nipping at my clit with his teeth and making me groan. He sucks on it, and I sigh, melting against the soft mattress as he sucks and licks my flesh, turning me into a writhing mess as I climbed higher and closer to my climax. My skin prickles with heat, and I move my hips against his face.

His tongue dips inside me before he licks every crease and every inch in slow, teasing strokes. My walls flutter, and my clit pulsates as I get lost in the feeling, only for him to stop once again. My eyes open, and I can feel his amusement at my frustration. I growl in annoyance, staring at the ceiling.

“Kyson!”

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