His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 36

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 36 – I gasped, letting him go, but he pulled me closer. “You can bite me, Ivy,” I shook my head.

“I made you bleed,” I shrieked, trying to get off him. He would surely whip me now. S**t, his guards would, the moment they noticed what I did.

“Shh, breathe. Do I sound mad?” he asked, holding my face still, my lips pressed against his warm skin, and I clamped my teeth together as the urge returned.

“It’s okay, love. If you want to bite me, bite me, I am yours to do what you want with,”

“A servant,”

“Call yourself that again and see what happens. I don’t know how much clearer I can be; I have told you I don’t want you as my servant, that I want to change you,” He sighed, his grip loosening.

“I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to make you my Queen, do you understand that? I want to mark you after you shift, Ivy, I want to change you, and I want you to be my Luna Queen,” I jerked in his hold and growled but let me sit up but refused to let me off his lap.

“You want to mark me?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yes, I want to mark and mate you, I also want to change you,”

“But I am a rogue, a servant,”

“Not to me, your not, I don’t care for your status, and neither will my Pack, I want you, but I want you to want me to,”

“Wait, you don’t want me to be a s*x slave?” Isn’t this why he was being nice, because he wanted something?

“What?” He seemed outraged by my words.

“Is that what you thought all this was?” he snapped at me. I swallowed but nodded. What else was I supposed to think? I knew what had happened to the rogues. It hung over mine and Abbie’s head for years. Mrs. Daley made sure we didn’t forget our place; she even branded it in our skin, so we wouldn’t forget. We weren’t people; we were objects, labor, someone to kick when they feel particularly s****y about their lives, a quick power boost because we had no power of our own.

“I figured you would throw me away when you got bored, which is fine. You don’t have to promise things or do things. It is what it is,” Kyson growled, and the sound vibrated against my chest, making my heart beat erratically.

“If I wanted to f**k you, I would have ordered you on your back, Ivy. I certainly wouldn’t be explaining myself to you for it either. So let me make one thing clear. I do not want a s*x slave; I want a mate, and I want you to let me be yours, equals. Not you do things because you believe it’s what I want or because you feel obligated to because I am the King,” his anger was terrifying as I watched his eyes flicker to the beast within him.

“Equals Ivy, I won’t pull rank over you unless it is to do with your safety or something I feel strongly about, and I sure as h**l would never force myself on you or anyone. If I make you uncomfortable, you tell me, I won’t get mad, and I won’t punish you for how you feel. Equals, if you want something, tell me; if you don’t, tell me, and I will do the same for you. Is that understood?” He asked, and my lips parted.

Words failed me. Most would dream of being with a Lycan king. However, my wishes weren’t like anyone else’s. I didn’t want to be owned. I wished for freedom, a voice because mine had been squashed for so long.

Sometimes I wondered if I even had one left; I certainly never used it, so I found words hard, except with Abbie. I could take orders. That’s all I knew since a young age.

Who would want a Queen that was submissive to life because they never had one? Abbie and I always spoke of what we would do with our freedom, but honestly, they were just dreams, something we knew would never come to fruition. If given a chance, we would probably fall back into the same place, not knowing anything else. Comfortable in our own misery because that’s what we were used to.

“Ivy,”

“I don’t think I can be what you want,” I told him, and he sighed.

“We still have time, but one thing remains clear: you are not my servant. You are just Ivy.” His words confused me.

Not because I didn’t understand what he said but because I didn’t know who I was. She got lost in a child’s dream of who I thought I would be and who I would become. A dream that became so out of reach it faded away and was long forgotten because those dreams were trampled into dust and floated off with the wind. I was an imposter of who I once was. Now I am “you,” a reflection of what they made me to be. The name they gave us because ours wasn’t worth speaking.

“What are you thinking?” Kyson asked me, and I sniffled. Words were not my thing, so I found it odd that he always requested them.

“I don’t know who I am if I am not a slave or servant, Kyson,”

“I know exactly who you are,” he whispered, pecking my lips softly. He nibbled on the bottom one. His warm palms caressed my ribs to the sides of my b*****s while his lips trailed down my jawline.

“You are the woman I want, the woman I will love and cherish. You are mine just as I am yours,” he murmured as he trailed open mouth kisses down my neck, making me purr. He paused and chuckled at the sound I made before he pressed his lips in a similar spot to where I accidentally bit him.