His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 103

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 103 – Azalea POV The jostling sensation of movement woke me from my slumber. I had no idea how long I had been out, but the woozy feeling abated. The previous night’s memories slowly returned to me as I opened my eyes to find Kyson carrying me.

I let out a shaky breath, and he looked down at me in his arms. He pulls me higher, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. Placing my hand on the side of his neck, he moves me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist and I lazed against him. His scent soothed my agitated nerves. I felt wired and jittery.

“Thank G*d,” Kyson breathes.

“I feel better,” I tell him, yawning. Yet anger coursed through the bond, and I pulled my face from his neck to look at him, feeling his aura angry like a storm.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Someone tried to poison you; I promise I will figure out who soon. Until then you are to remain with Dustin or me,” he says, and my brows furrow. Why would someone try to poison me? I had done nothing to anyone here. Although, I knew that should worry and scare me, I couldn’t seem to focus on that. My instincts were going berserk. No matter how much l tried to focus on what he was telling me, all I wanted to do was lick him.

Kyson carried me to our bedroom, and I was perfectly capable of walking but didn’t want him to let go, enjoying his warmth and scent. I rub the center of his chest with my hand, and Kyson chuckles.

“Something you want?” he asks, amused.

“You,” I tell him. My instincts were all over the place. I wanted my mate, and before I could stop myself, my teeth sank into his chest through his shirt, my claws slipping into his shoulder while the others clawed his pec through his.

Kyson grunts, hoisting me higher while I want to climb into his shirt.

“Your scent is changing,” he purrs, nipping my mark while I am too fascinated by the taste of his skin, as I licked his neck. Kyson shudders, clutching me tighter.

When he steps into our room, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “You should rest; you had an eventful night, and Abbie will be ringing this morning,” he says, moving toward the bed, and I feel the softness of the duvet against my back as he places me on it.

He tries to stand up, but I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer, my teeth sinking into his collarbone. He growls as my teeth break his skin and he starts to purr, the calling wrapping around me, and my claws slip out, shredding his shirt even more.

Kyson presses his weight down on me, the calling making his chest vibrate against mine before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My lips go to his chest while hands move up and down my arms and sides while I mauled him. My teeth sank into him wherever I could get him. He drops his chin when lost a****k his neck, his stubble brushing my cheek, and l growl when he doesn’t let me mark him.