Chapter 240 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

And now the Goddess granted me the best prize and a third stroke of luck!

“Psst” I hiss at Gannon and I see his head turn looking for me.

“Why are you whispering? It‘s a mind–link, no one can hear you but me,” he says and I wave my arms in the air so he can find me, he nods and lifts his arms as if to say ‘what?’ I wave for him to come to me but he shakes his head.

“Get here now! I need you to help me haul the body off!” I hiss at him through the mind–link.

“Huh?”

“I want to make a kebab out of him. You know, up the bum,”

“What are you talking about?” Gannon snaps at me and I roll my eyes at his tone.

“Come here and I will share him,” I tell him.

“Huh?”

“You know, a head on a stick, a chicken stick or kebab. Quick before anyone notices, and they ruin my fun!” I tell him. Crux groans and I p**ss my foot on his windpipe to shut him up while waving my arms for Gannon to come help me.

“I swear if you are making me walk over there to show me something stupid or to toss another rock at me, I will f**k you up!” he growls.

I wait for him to come to me while chatting animatedly to Dustin who still hasn‘t turned back to see my treasure. And oh what precious treasure it is! I was picturing ways to torture him that had my c**k straining in my pants with my excitement. I wonder if Dustin would be down to f**k over his dead carcass? I shake that thought away, he definitely wouldn‘t be! Maybe he will let me f**k him while I wear his skin as a suit? I ponder that before deciding against it and decide skewering him shall be enough.

“What is it? For real? That smelly old thing survived but my fireproof safe got destroyed? What the actual f**k!” Gannon curses.

“That is not all that survived,” I whisper and nod my head for him to look over the r*bble at my feet. He peers over before looking around, a smirk on his face.

“What do you want to do with him?” he asks. See, this is why this man is my best friend and brother!

He understands and gets me because he is just as f**ked in the head as me. He gets it. He gets me and my need for sadistic, wicked torture. There is no better feeling than watching a grown man shit his pants because he knows he is looking death in the face. Or how their fear smells like burnt hair. The way light fades from their eyes as they take their last breath. Makes me all tingly and hard just thinking about it!

“Help me get him to the bunker,” I tell him.

“Hey Dustin, can you go sit with Abbie and Tyson for me?” Gannon calls out. Dustin lifts his head from sifting through all the crap holding a broken cup he found and he thinks I am sentimental about my apron. What the heck did he want a cup he can’t drink out of for? Half the side was missing!

Dustin nods before climbing over the crap to walk to the other side where Abbie and Tyson were with the King and Queen, and taking his broken cup with him, at least my apron was functional, if he taking that thing with us my apron is defintely coming.

Gannon and I start digging the bastard out and he groans when Gannon accidentally steps on his busted leg.

“He’s going to scream when we pull him off that roo bar,” Gannon says as we examine the bar penetrating through his gut.

I glance around trying to find something to muffle him before taking my shoe off and removing my sweaty sock. “What pretty l*ps? Now open up wide!” I snarl and he coughs.

“Kill me!” he rasps out.

“Not until we get you to the bunker,” I tell him, jamming the filthy sock in his mouth and sl*pping my boot back on. With another glance around we quickly drag him out.

“You grab the…” I looked down trying to find a way to grab him so that we could get a good grip on him for a quick getaway, but one leg was bent awkwardly. “You get the ass and I will get the head.” I tell him.

“You get the ass! You‘re the ass man, not me!” Gannon says.

“Fine! I will get the ass, just hurry up before someone sees us.” I tell him, and we struggle for a few seconds. Crux mumbles incoherently in pain before we take off for the old trail behind the garden under the clotheslines.

As we reach the forest edge we see Peter and we both stop dead in our tracks, caught red–handed with our new plaything. Both of us eye him while I consider whether or not I will have to julienne his ass.

“I saw nothing,” he says, strolling away and scooping up an apple off the ground. Good boy.

“Quick!” I hiss and we rush for the safety of the trees.

Thank you almighty Moon Goddess for this blessing! I think to myself as I laugh. This shall be fun!

Coming up with a Crux kebab. “Hopefully, he tastes better than the Doyle steaks. He was a bit chewy.”

I tell Gannon, and he chuckles.

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