Page 64 of His Lycan Luna Queen

“If I knot you…”

“I can get pregnant. I am aware, Kyson,” I finish for him, and he stares at me for a second.

“A baby is never a bad thing, though timing kinda sucks. However, I don’t think the timing will ever be right, not for us anyway, so if it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t…” I tell him.

“You want to try again?” he asks, and I can feel his heart racing against mine as hope and excitement bleed through the bond.

“I need to hear you say it, love. I want to know this is what you want and not just you saying it because it’s what I want,” Kyson tells me warily as he watches my face.

Yet listening all night to how Abbie and Tandi gush over their children while I longed for the child I lost made me only crave being a mother more, made me crave seeing Kyson become a father.

I lost my family twice, and I suddenly long for family more than anything, which means creating one with him. I know he will be a great father because, despite everything in our past, he is a great mate, a great King.

“Yes, my King. I want to try again,” I tell him, and he smiles, his eyes sparkling as he nods. His arm slides underneath my lower back. He sits back on his knees with me on his lap, pulling me on top. His hands grip my ass as he moves me up and down his hard length, our positions changing.

I readjust my legs and lock my arms around his neck. Kyson nips my collarbone, making me gasp at the sting before tracing his tongue over it, and I grip his hair, tugging his head backto kiss him. Our bodies move as one like a well-choreographed dance. Kyson groans into my mouth as I roll my hips against him, one hand squeezing my ass in a bruising grip while the other goes to the center of my chest as he pushes me back slightly, dips his head, and sucks on my nipple.

My skin heats and tingles rush over my body when I feel the pressure in my lower stomach build, and his knot expands, pressing against my opening as it swells. My heart pounds in my ears when I feel my walls clench as I lift my hips, his cock dragging along my inner walls, sending me over the edge with one hard thrust. I drop my weight, taking his knot as it locks into place.

My hips rock slowly as I ride out the remnants of my orgasm when his hand wraps around my throat, tilting my face down to his as his mouth covers mine. My entire body spasms and tingles. My breathing is ragged as I try to catch my breath while his seed spills into me, warming my insides as he groans into my mouth.

My movements slow before I still, and Kyson shivers, clutching me closer; his lips pressing against my chest as we both try to catch our breath while his fingers trace up my spine. My entire body relaxes; I feel boneless as I relax against him. Kyson lifts his head, his lips going to the side of my mouth before nipping at my lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. I smile, kissing him back.

“I love you more,” I tell him before my back hits the mattress as he leans forward, pressing his weight against me.

“I could argue that you are wrong. And that I love you more,” he laughs. I laugh with him.

“But you won’t because I am right,” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Is that so, my Queen?” he says, rolling onto his back, so I straddle his hips. I smile down at him, my hands in the center of his chest.

“Say it, say I love you more,” I chuckle.

Kyson chuckles, shaking his head. “Not a chance. You won’t win that one, my Queen. I will always love you more,” he says.

“Your Queen, I thought I was more than that?” I muse, pursing my lips.

“Empress, whatever,” Kyson growls. “Same difference,” he laughs.

“No, pretty sure I am of higher rank than you, now,” I chuckle.

“Maybe you should call me Alpha,” I laugh.

“Not a chance. I am the Alpha of this relationship. And you are an Empress, and I am your mate, therefore emperor,” he laughs.

“Hmm, right then,” I tell him, climbing off. He grips my hips, holding me in place.

“Azzy, I am knotted to you,” he hisses.

“Well, Alpha, I guess we are in quite the predicament,” I tell him and his eyes narrow.

“How so?”

“Because you just found yourself stuck in a get-along knot. So who wears the pants now, my King?” I tell him and he laughs. I move, making him stop and grip my hips.

“Azzy!”

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