His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 213

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 213

– Kyson POV

We organize to meet with Larkin at the Landeena castle in a few days’ time. He would bring the records with him, and we would see what we could find out from our side. When everyone leaves, I grab Azzy, tugging her onto my lap as she looks through the pictures in the books Cedric left her.

“Can you read this to me?” she asks, and I peer over her shoulder, resting my chin on her. She cringes as my stubble tickles her.

“It’s myths and legends about what historians believe the Azures and Landeena’s were blessed with,” I answer her, and she nods her head, her fingers brushing over the old pages.

“When do you want to leave for Landeena?” I ask her, knowing I would have to organize everything with my men.

“Cedric said he is able to leave, not tomorrow but the next day. He said if I am going home, the guards would want to come,” she tells me, and I purse my lips.

“You don’t seem happy about that?” she says, turning her face to look at me.

“I’m not unhappy about it, but their lack of trust that they have in me to protect my own mate bothers me and is rather insulting.”

“I think they just want to go home,” she says.

“This is home. We can’t rule two kingdoms, and there isn’t much left of yours,” I tell her, and she swallows.

“I wouldn’t even know how to rule,” she says, staring off at the window across from us.

“In time, you will,” I tell her, and she sighs, trying to climb off my lap, but I hold her tighter.

“Come on, we need to organize everything, and I want to see if Abbie wants to come with me,” she tells me.

“A little longer,” I tell her, not wanting to let her go. She exhales, then turns on my lap, her knees going to either side of my hips and her hands move up my chest.

“You are rather clingy for a King,” she chuckles.

“Only with you,” I tell her, leaning forward to peck her lips. “I don’t like sharing your attention,” I purr, n*****g at her lips. My fingers wrap around the back of her neck, and I pull her closer. My mouth covers her, and I groan at the sweet taste of her on my tongue.

“Kyson!” she squeals around my lips, and I smile against her lips, kissing her deeper.

“What if someone comes in?” she shrieks.

“Let them, I want you,” I tell her, reaching for the buttons, stopping me from getting to her flesh, and I start popping them with my fingers, revealing her bra beneath.

“Kyson,” she says, pulling away and glancing at the door. “I’ll lock it,” I growl, standing with her, her legs locked around my waist, and I press her back against the door as I fumble with the lock on the door, my lips attacking her neck, and I feel the heat of her pressed against me and seeping into my shirt. She growls as arousal courses through her, and her legs tighten around my waist before she growls and shoves my face from her neck, only to a****k mine. Her teeth rake down my skin, and I turn toward my desk. She bites me, breaking the skin as I swipe everything off my desk.

“Kyson, my books!”

“They’re fine,” I tell her, seeing them land on the chair tucked under the desk. G*d, I would never tire of her. I wanted her, wanted to drive my c**k deep into her, yet as she fiddles with the waistband of my pants, we hear a knock at the door. I groan while she snickers, burying her face in my neck, her hands covering her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter.