Page 9 of His Found Lycan Luna
“I will retrieve some water,” she says, and I wave her off.
“My King, I am not leaving my queen in the care of Trey,” Dustin states, more boldly this time, and I growl.
“Whatever. I don’t care. Just leave me and tell Damian to get me when he is ready to leave,” I snap at him, dismissing him and allowing Ester to continue steering me toward my office. Once inside, I fall onto my chair behind my desk while Ester lingers, and I close my eyes, trying to catch a little sleep before leaving, which no doubt would be soon when the mindlink opens up.
‘Roads are closed over the bridge. We need to wait,’Damian tells me.
‘Wake me when it opens,’I tell him.
‘Yes, My King. What about Ivy?’
I press my lips together before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose. ‘Put her in my old quarters, ensure she has what she needs.’
‘She needs you, My King,’Damian tells me.
‘And I can’t be near her right now,’I reply with a growl.
‘Kyson, if you leave, what will happen if she shifts?’
‘What do you expect me to do?’I ask, slightly annoyed.
‘I expect you to stay.’
I growl. ‘We will talk about it when you wake me,’I tell him, cutting him off before he can say more.
Forcing myself to my feet, I notice Ester is still there. “Leave, I want to rest.”
“I’ll be outside if you need me,” she answers, and I wave her off as I stagger over to my couch, falling heavily into it and welcoming oblivion when sleep finally takes me.
However, I toss and turn from the bond, calling me to go to her, her distress waking me constantly. Trying to get comfortable, I block everyone out. Damian will find me when itis time to leave, and eventually, I slowly drift off. Though, I don’t remain asleep for long when I feel someone touch me.
The feeling of someone tugging on my belt makes me stir and move in my sleep, only to feel my zipper undone. I blink up at the ceiling, confused. Wondering if I dreamt it, I close my eyes again before feeling a hand reach into my pants. I jump at the feel of fingers wrapping around my cock, and I lurch upright, only to come face-to-face with the intruder. A vile scent wafts into my nose.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, My King,” Ester’s faux seductive voice reaches me like someone is drilling into my ears.
I instantly slap her hands away while barely containing my rage at her actions. I want to slap her for daring to think she can touch me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I growl at her before rubbing my eyes and peering down at her. I blink again when I see she is naked, feeling like I must be dreaming.
She leans forward, placing her hands on my knees, her tits squeezing together as she smiles seductively.
“And where are your goddamn clothes?” I ask her, averting my gaze to anything apart from her. The woman’s desperation repulses me.
“You were having trouble sleeping; I have been watching you. Let me help,” she says while reaching down and tugging at my pants. I grip her hand and growl at her.
“I don’t need your help, Ester; I suggest you leave while you still can,” I warn her. She jerks her hand from my grip, and her eyes well with tears.
“My King?” she cries.
“I am not yours, nor will you ever be mine. Now get out before I have you whipped,” I snarl at her.
“Oh, My King, you must be tired; it’s me, Ester,” she says, now trying to climb onto my lap. I grip her throat, disgusted that she even dared to think she could touch what does not belong to her.
“I said get out; you are not Ivy. You do not touch me,” I tell herbefore realizing what I said. She stumbles backward when I let her go. I watch as she snatches up her clothes before glaring at me. I growl at her, and she runs out the door, opening it just as Damian is about to walk in.
Great!
“Have you completely lost your damn mind?” Damian snarls, entering and slamming the door behind him.
