His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 221

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 97

Azalea POV

Kyson grips my arm as I walk up the stairs to our room. “I‘m not drunk,” I tell him, not that I minded the sparks racing up my arm. Or his scent clouding my brain. “I wished you woke me. I don‘t like you being far from me,” Kyson tells me. While nodding my head, I yawned. I was exhausted, yet I could feel that Kyson was wide awake now that he had awoken. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Pushing the door open, I rush toward the bed and face–plant onto it, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball beneath the covers. Kyson wanders over to the fireplace, chucking an extra log in while I try to get out my pants and shirt before crawling under the blanket

The bed dips beside me as Kyson climbs into bed beside me; I snuggle into his side, and he pulls the blanket up, encasing me in his arms. Surrounded by his scent, it doesn‘t take long before I crash and burn, sleep taking me.

However, it isn‘t long before I am also awoken by his movement beside me. My eyes flutter open when I feel his arm move beneath my head as he turns the page of the book he is reading. “What are you reading?” I ask while yawning, the words coming out all jumbled.

“I don‘t speak yawn?” he says, and I tilt my face up to look up at him. He smiles, leaning down and kissing my nose.

“One of the books Cedric gave you,” he answers, before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“What‘s it say?” I ask him, curious about what gifts my parents had and what ones I could have possibly inherited.

“Not much, really, I only just started reading it,”

“Can you read it to me?” I ask him, but he rolls away from me. He sets the book down on the bedside table before rolling into me.

“Hmm, I can, but–” he doesn‘t finish. Instead, he smiles deviously and presses his lips to mine before flooding me with his calling.

The sound vibrates from his chest, awakening my desire and every sense in my body, calling me to him; I kiss him back hungrily when his calling stops abruptly. Yet, he had awoken it already, and now, instead of being hungry for knowledge, I was hungry for him.

Kyson laughs against my lips as I crawl on top of him. My lips travel down his neck to where my mark lay on his neck. His hands gently trail up my sides, making my entire tingle and heat under his gentle touch. My fingers trail down his chest before moving between our bodies, and I squeeze him through his boxers when he growls, flipping me onto my back and pressing his body between my legs.

Kyson grips the waistband of my panties before sitting up between my legs as he tugs them down my legs..

I lifted my hips so he could remove them before he tossed them aside. His heated gaze ran over my body as he pushed my thighs apart, flat against the bed. My legs trembled with anticipation as he settled between them. His hot breath sweeps across my lower lips, and my hips lift, wanting his mouth on me.

Kyson smiles, lowering his head before his teeth graze my inner thigh as he nipped his way down. He sucks the inside of my thigh next to the apex of my legs, and my hips buck, but his hands grip my thighs, pressing them into the bed and holding me still

“Well, aren‘t you a demanding little Vixen today?” he purrs before teasing me with his tongue along the crease of my leg.

“Kyson,” I breathe, wiggling my hips. He chuckles softly before sweeping his tongue across my slit. I moan, melting against the mattress. He buries his face between my legs, his mouth covering my pussy. His hand pushes against the back of my thigh, forcing one of my legs higher as he draped one over his shoulder and settled between them.

His mouth teasing as he swept his tongue flat across the seam of my lower lips, making me moan as my skin tingled and burned with desire. He growled softly before his tongue peeled my lower lips apart. He ran his tongue through them to my clit and sucked hard on it.

My heart pounds uncontrollably and heat floods and pools in my stomach, warming every inch of me as sparks rushed across my skin. His tongue swirled and sucked on my clit, driving me wild,

and making me whimper at the building sensation as he continued to torment me with his tongue.

Kyson tasted and licked every piece of me before dipping his tongue inside my tight channel and lapping at the juices spilling from me. My legs trembled when I felt the first slivers of pleasure tighten the muscles of my belly. He slid his finger deep inside me while sucking. My inner walls squeezed and clamped down around his finger as he pulled out slowly.

His finger drenched in my arousal and slid in and out effortlessly as he added another, stretching me open. My inner walls squeezed as the friction built, and I moved my hips against his mouth. Heat washes over me, and I moaned as my sensitive nerves pulsated against his tongue.

My walls fluttered when my orgasm ripped through me, his fingers plunging in deeper, my inner walls clenched as he continued his relentless sucking and licking, making me cry out.

Everything tingled, my thoughts solely consumed with the pleasure he was inducing, solely consumed with him. When I finally burned so hot, I was holding my breath, I tumbled over the precipice, falling blissfully as I reached the peak of my climax. My moan echoed as I came hard.

The slickness of my arousal spilled out of me, and my body tensed and spasmed as I rode out the waves of pleasure, leaving me breathless. Kyson slipped his fingers from me, his hot tongue lapping at my juices before he kissed and crawled up my body, settling his weight against me. His lips, slick with

my juices, molded around mine as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

I smile against his lips, enjoying his touch, enjoying him. It felt like we hardly had time for each other so I was thankful for this moment despite being exhausted from being up all night. Kyson always had a way of making me forget the torment life throws at us, and right now I wanted nothing more than to forget with him.

His hips thrust against my entrance, making me jolt at the over sensitive nerves as his erection pressed against me. My hand moved down his side, and I pushed the waistband of his boxers down his hip before he tugged them down and got rid of them by kicking them off.

His thick hard cock pressed against my lower lips, and I felt the head of his cock slide between my lower lips over my clit as he rocked his hips against me, coating his himself in my arousal as it slid through my folds.

| arched my hips, rolling them against him, and moaned into his mouth before reaching between us, my hand stroking his hardened length as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He groaned, thrusting into my hand. His lips traveled down my neck before sucking his mark and nibbling on it and I tilt my head to the side, offering him more. Kyson purrs and I loved the sounds he made, loved how the bond tugged, wanting me to claim our mate over and over. He was mine, and I was his. There was no greater comfort than knowing that, he was fighting alongside me. That now we fought for each other instead of against each

other. No more fighting just us.

I wiggled my hips, rubbing against him, before gripping his hair and bringing his lips back to mine. He kissed me harder before taking his cock in his hand and positioning himself at my entrance. Moving my hand to his hip, I tugged him closer, rolling my hips against him. He pressed the tip against me, his cock gliding into my soaking wet channel, stretching me around his thickness and making me moan into his mouth at the feel of him filling him.

Kyson kissed me harder, biting down on my lip as he sank deeper, making me gasp.

I rolled my hips against him as his teeth teased my bottom lip into his mouth, my juices coating his shaft as he rocked his hips gently against me. I chased the slow friction, rolling my hips against him and meeting his slow thrusts, wanting more, needing him to move faster.

I kissed him harder. My hand on his hip tugged him closer, and he moved quicker, building up the friction as he dragged his cock out before slamming back in.

| gasped into his mouth at the slight pain before it turned into moans, muffled by his lips as they devoured mine. The only noises in the room were my cries of pleasure, and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.

Kyson drove his cock into me harder when I pushed on his shoulder, wanting to change positions.

“You can‘t go on top, Azzy; I am not wearing anything, so I have to pull out or I will knot you,” he purrs, nipping up my neck to my lips.

“Then knot me,” I murmur, pushing on his shoulder, and he stops, pulls away, looking down at me. I could feel his shock through the bond, feel his desire to do as I suggested. Yet, also his caution as if he was afraid to get his hopes up.

“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 don‘t, it don‘t––” I tell him.

“You want to try again?” he asks, and I could feel his heart racing against mine as hope and excitement bled 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 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 tongue over it, and I gripped his hair, tugging his head back to kiss him. Our bodies move as one like a well choreographed dance. Kyson groaned into my mouth as I rolled my hips against him, one hand squeezing my ass in a bruising grip while the other went to the center of my chest as he pushed me back slightly, dipped his head, and sucked on my nipple.

My skin heated and tingles rushed over my body when I felt the pressure in my lower stomach build, and his knot expand, pressing against my opening as it swelled. My heart pounded in my ears when I felt my walls clench as I lifted my hips, his cock dragging along my inner walls, sending me over the edge with one hard thrust. I dropped my weight, taking his knot as it locked 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 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 lips pressed against my chest as we both tried to catch our breath while his fingers traced up my spine.

My entire body relaxed; I felt boneless as I relaxed against him. Kyson lifted his head, his lips going to the side of my mouth before nipping at my lips. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips. I smiled, kissing him back.

“I love you more,” I told him before my back hit the mattress as he leaned 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 on 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 he grips my hips.

“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?” | tease, and his eyes sparkle with mischief before he grips my hips and rolls, pinning me beneath him.

“Oh, how easily our roles are reversed, Empress,” he teases as struggle to shove him off.

“I can always order you off,” I tell him when he jams his fingers in my ribs and tickles me. I squirm away from his torturous fingers.

“What was that? I can‘t hear you, my Queen. Who is whose Alpha?” he asks, pressing his weight on me and pinning me in place, yet I couldn‘t catch my breath or hold a straight thought as his fingers 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, pressing his lips to mine softly.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

I open my mouth when his fingers 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 lips, having won this one.