His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 39

“Where did you get all these?” I asked him before pulling out an oversized off-shoulder sweater and some jeans. “Are these alright?” I asked him, holding them up to show him. I wasn’t used to picking my own clothes and worried I would pick wrong.

“Wear what you want, I prefer you naked, but since we have to leave, I suppose you will have to wear something,”

“Or I could walk around naked, my King, if you like,” I challenged, and his eyes flickered.

“Very well, all their deaths will be on your hands, though,” he retorted.

“Whose deaths?”

“Those who look at what’s mine,” he says before stepping closer and pressing his lips to my forehead. I quickly slipped them on, and he chuckled.

“Wise choice,” he teased, before closing the bags and placing them by the door.

“If you want to go with Clarice and Beta Damian when we get back, you can, if you don’t like what she chose for you,” Kyson said.

“Clarice went and got these for me?”

“Yes, I have already informed her you are no longer my servant, and those important already know who you are to me,” I glanced down at my hands, feeling guilty. Worried what they would think if they thought I wasn’t one of them anymore, I didn’t want them to treat me any different.

Fingertips graze my chin and tilt my face upward. “Why do you look upset?” He asked.

“I wonder what Abbie thinks,”

“You don’t think she would be happy for you?”

“She is like my sister, my family, and if I let you change me, what would become of her, of us?” he seemed to think for a second.

“Is that why you said no because of Abbie?”

“No, well, kind of. I don’t want to watch her grow old and d*e without me.”

“And is that your only worry, that you will lose her?” he asked and shook my head.

“I don’t think I can meet the expectations you want. Everyone will think I’m weak,” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“The only expectation I have of you is that you remain by my side, Ivy. The rest will come, but no one would dare call my Queen weak,” I went to protest, but the firm look he gave me made me remain quiet.

“Would you accept if I had Abbie changed too?” he asked, and I looked at him.

“If she wanted to, of course, I wouldn’t force her, but if she agrees, I am sure Gannon wouldn’t mind,”

“You wouldn’t do it?” I asked him.

“No, but Gannon has a crush on Abbie, He has been harassing Damian to give her to him as his maid,” he chuckled.

“Pardon?”

“He likes Abbie, Gannon has no mate, and for me to change her would be to bond her to me, not like a mate bond, but those lines can become blurred, especially for the person changed, make them compliant to my demands, not that I would ever push you to do something you don’t want,” Kyson explained.

“What if she says no?”

“Then that is her choice, but then that will also mean you have to make one, Ivy,” he told me.

“I can’t change for you, but I would if I could,”

“You would give up being a Lycan, an immortal?”

“Yes, for when you have lived as long as I have, time no longer holds meaning, not if it is wasted. Without you, it wouldn’t be worth keeping track of,”

“Wait, how old are you?” he shrugged.

“I like to think I am still young. I don’t feel old. Why do I look it?” He laughed and his lips tugged into a sly smile as he waited for my answer. I shook my head, yet was still intrigued to know. Maybe it was morbid curiosity.

“How old?” I asked.

“As old as the castle in which we live,” I gasped. I had no idea how old it was, but it was clear it wasn’t from this century, and more looked like something from Medi-evil times.

“Still want to know my age, or would you prefer the age I stopped aging?”

“Yes, the age you stopped aging. Or I may have to call you grandpa,” I snickered. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I stopped aging just shy of 30,” he says, motioning me with his hand to the door. I got up, and a knock was heard when I felt the King walk up behind me. His hand dropped to my hip as he tugged me against him. At least he looked around the age that I thought, and I couldn’t imagine living for that long. It sounded lonely.

“I may be old, but with age comes experience. And some things I have perfected,” he said, dipping his face in my neck. He ran his tongue across my neck, and his hand moved and pressed flat against my stomach pulling me against him. He pulled his face from my neck, before tugging my head back by my hair gently with his other hand. His tongue invaded my mouth in a way that should be illegal. It was lewd and teasing. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue played with mine.

He bit my lip as he pulled away, leaving me breathless as the door opened. Gannon stepped in and passed us, retrieved our bags before walking back out. Between my legs developed its own heartbeat at his obscene kiss, and if he kept this up, I would run out of panties long before we got home, I thought, feeling the dampness of my arousal between my legs. He pressed his lips to mine and growled softly.

“You will want to calm that desire, my love, or I just may eat you.” my face heated at his words, knowing he could smell the sweet scent of my arousal. It made it all the more awkward when I stepped into the hall to notice Damian smirking at us as he leaned against the wall.

“Ready, My King?” Kyson nodded to him before draping his arm across my shoulders and tucking me closer. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“You think home is grand? Wait until you see this place,” he whispered.