Page 34 of His Lycan Luna Queen
“Yes? What is it?” he purrs, blowing on my heated flesh.
“You know what!”
“I don’t think I do,” he laughs. I clamp my knees on either side of his head. He laughs, gripping my knees and pulling my legs apart.
“You could always command me,” he says, but I don’t think I can speak such vulgar words. It is one thing wanting something, another demanding it.
“No,” I whine, mortified when I glance down at him. His eyes glaze over when someone goes to open the door. My heart lurches in my chest, knowing what they would see, and I squirm, yet Kyson held my thighs and my eyes widened in horror. Does he not hear the door?
“Shut the door!” I command in a panic. No way did I want to get caught in this position.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kyson chuckles, and I glare at him.
“Who was that?” I demand.
“Dustin. Though you probably would have scarred him for life if he walked in, good thing you commanded him,” Kyson chuckles, and I glare at him, but he smiles before looking down between my legs.
“Hmm, what to do?” he purrs, gripping my thighs and pulling my legs further apart.
“Fucking eat it, is what!” I snap at him, my annoyance and desire intermingling.
“Hmm, someone is cranky when she doesn’t get her way. Though love, I would be more careful when throwing words out like that. What if I bit you or actually ate it?” he says, and my eyes widen in horror. He’s right. Thank god I didn’t actually command that one.
“Well, there is one way to kill the mood,” I tell him when his calling slips out with the force of a freight train, making my hips buck against his face. I moan as he awakens the bond, forcing it back and amplifying my desire ten-fold.
“Kyson,” I whine, my voice a breathy moan when he still does nothing but uses his calling on me. He chuckles before histongue returns to his teasing and draws me closer, only to stop again. I grip his hair, jerking his head back.
“DON’T STOP!” I growl at him, feeling my aura slip out, and he smirks before I let him go, and his tongue moves back between folds before he sucks on my clit, and my eyes open. Wait, I just commanded him.
Chapter
Twenty
AZALEA
Kyson chuckles, pushing my leg higher and forcing his tongue inside me before trailing it back up and flicking over my clit, making me moan. I roll my hips against his face, and he growls, pinning my legs to the bed while his tongue swirls around my clit and my stomach tenses. My back arches as he continues his assault, sucking it hard into his mouth and shoving me into bliss as I peak and fall blindly. My vision goes white as I ride out my orgasm, my stomach fluttering and my inner walls clenching. I fall against the bed in a breathless heap.
But he doesn’t stop, intent on torturing me further. I squirm as he laps at my oversensitive clit; the sensations are becoming too much when I realize I told himnot to stop. My eyes widen, and I push up the bed, only for him to grip my hips and drag me back.
“Kyson!” I hiss before moaning when he sucks on my lower lips. He laughs yet doesn’t stop because he can’t.
“Kyson!” I moan, my hips jerking away from him, only for him to drag me back.
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” I plead, unable to take anymore. I want to go back to sleep. “Kyson, Stop!” I moan, clenching my eyes shut, and he does, and I let out a breath.
“That is why I said be careful with your words, though I would have happily stayed down there forever,” he snickers, kissing my sensitive skin.
I lie back on the bed, and Kyson crawls up the bed towards me. He hovers above me for a second, dipping his head and kissing me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself on his lips.
My skin comes alive, and I want more. Those kisses move to trail down towards my breasts, his tongue circling around my nipples. My breasts have never felt so sensitive before. The flick of his tongue against my nipple makes me shudder. His teasing kisses then move higher to my collarbone and neck. Kyson sucks on my mark, making tingles spread all over as he settles his weight between my legs.
I see the burning desire that is flaring up in them. I see how much Kyson wants me and wonder if he can see how much I want him in return. The soft way that his lips touch me makes me shudder and long for more. Yet fear also lingers, although I know I have nothing to fear with Kyson.
It starts with a kiss. Then another, leaving me breathless, when he pulls back and looks down at me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“Nothing.” It’s silly, yet the last time we had sex, it led to a baby. A baby we lost.
Kyson kisses me gently, and I watch him sit up on his elbows and he sighs. “Azalea?” he murmurs, and I know he can feel my indecision through the bond, and my hands tremble as I try to push his shorts down, knowing he wants this, which only makes me feel guilty that I even thought to deny him.
