Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
Yet listening all night to how Abbie and Tandi gushed 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 longed for family more than anything, which meant creating one with him. I knew. he would be a great father because, despite everything in our past, he was 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 sat back on his knees with me on his lap, pulling me on top. His hands gripped my ass as he moved me up and down his hard length, our positions changing. I readjusted my legs and locked my arms around his neck.
Kyson nipped my collarbone, making me gasp at the sting before tracing his t***ue over it, and I gripped his hair, tugging his head back to k**s him. Our bodies move as one like a well choreographed dance. Kyson groaned into my mouth as I rolled my h*ps against him, one hand squeezing my ass in a bruising grip while the other went to the center of my ch*st as he pushed me back slightly, dipped his head, and s**ked on my n**ple.
My skin heated and tingles rushed over my body when I felt the p**ssure in my lower stomach build, and his knot expand, p**ssing against my opening as it swelled. My heart pounded in my ears when I felt my walls clench as I lifted my h*ps, his c**k dragging along my inner walls, sending me over the edge with one hard th**st. I dropped my weight, taking his knot as it locked into place. My h*ps rock slowly as I ride out the remnants of my orgasm when his hand wr*ps around my throat, tilting my face down to his as his mouth covers mine.
My entire body spasmed and tingled. My breathing was ragged as I tried to catch my breath while his seed spilled into me and warmed my insides as he groaned into my mouth.
My movements slowed before I stilled, and Kyson shivered, clutching me closer; his l*ps p**ssed against my ch*st as we both tried to catch our breath while his fi**gers traced up my spine.
My entire body relaxed; I felt boneless as I relaxed against him. Kyson lifted his head, his l*ps going to the side of my mouth before nipping at my l*ps. “I love you,” he murmured against my l*ps. I smiled, k**sing him back.
“I love you more,” I told him before my back hit the mattress as he leaned forward, p**ssing 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 h*ps. I smile down at him, my hands on the center of his ch*st.
“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 l*ps.
“Emp**ss, 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 Emp**ss and I am your mate, therefore emperor,” he laughs.
“Hmm, right then,” I tell him, climbing off. He grips my h*ps, 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 he grips my h*ps.
“Azzy!”
“My King, I think I may go get a drink. Are you thirsty?” I tell him, wiggling trying to climb off him.
“Are you trying to rip my dick off?”
“Well, that depends. Who is Alpha?”
“Okay, just stay damn still; I want my junk intact,” he curses.
“Say it then?” | t**se, and his eyes sparkle with mischief before he grips my h*ps and rolls, pinning me beneath him.
“Oh, how easily our roles are reversed, Emp**ss,” he t**ses as struggle to shove him off.
“I can always order you off,” I tell him when he jams his fi**gers in my ribs and tickles me. I squirm away from his torturous fi**gers.
“What was that? I can‘t hear you, my Queen. Who is whose Alpha?” he asks, p**ssing his weight on me and pinning me in place, yet I couldn‘t catch my breath or hold a straight thought as his fi**gers tickled and prodded every sensitive area.
“Say it, and I stop,” he says and I laugh. Tickling really is the worst torture.
“You, you are the alpha,” | squeal, laughing, and he stops while laughing as I try to catch my breath.
Kyson smiles and leans down, p**ssing his l*ps to mine softly.
“I love you,” he mumbles.
I open my mouth when his fi**gers dance across my ribs in warning; making me laugh. “I love you too, my King,” I purr back at him, and I feel him smile against my l*ps, having won this one.
Kyson POV
Azalea fell asleep pretty quickly, yet as the sun rose, I knew I had to get out of bed, so I decided to check in with patrols, and with Damian who was meeting me at my office. We were supposed to be heading to the Landeena Kingdom today. Yet not hearing back from Larkin was starting to bother me.
He is supposed to let us know by this morning. Yet all week we have haven‘t heard a word from him.
“Something is going on?” Damian tells me as I hang up the phone from trying to ring Larkin for the third time this morning. It was suspicious. I didn’t know who to trust, but one thing was certain, the council couldn‘t be trusted.
And neither could anything we thought we knew. Nothing made sense.
“I think you need to hold off going to the Landeena Kingdom, my King. It isn‘t safe. I have a bad feeling about this,” Damian tells me and the worry was clearly etched on his face.
“Azalea won‘t like it, but I think you are right,” I tell him, and he sighs in relief just as Gannon steps into my office.
“How is Abbie?” I ask him when he smirks. He sits down and I p**ss my l*ps in a line, trying not smile when I see she had finally marked him.
He clears his throat awkwardly. “Good, yep. Everything is good,” he chuckles, and it was good seeing him for once happy about something. I know he has struggled badly with Abbie and her PTSD.
“Azalea?” he asks, changing the subject.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?