His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 95

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 95 – My bond flared to life as he pressed his entire body against mine. His tongue dominated mine, tasting every inch of my mouth, his skin against mine made my whole body tingle, his scent invaded my nose, and a purr escaped me as I kissed him back with the same desire. I wanted to mark him, the bond screaming for me to tie him to me. My canines slip out, nicking his lips, and he growls, rolling his hips against me when there is suddenly a knock on the door.

Kyson pulled his lips from mine and growled at the disturbance. I tilted my head to look at the door and sighed as he climbed off me to answer it. He spoke in a hushed voice to someone before shutting the door and walking back over to me.

“What is it?” I asked, seeing the troubled expression on his face.

“Another body turned up?”

“A child?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“No, a woman’s body. I need to go speak with the pack who located the body,”

“I’ll come with you,” I tell him, getting to my feet. But he shook his head.

“I won’t be gone long an hour tops; I am not going to the scene; I will let Damian handle that,” Kyson tells me, and I sighed.

“It isn’t something you want to see; I won’t be very long. Eat. Hopefully, I will be back before you fall asleep. Dustin is outside the door, so if you need anything, just call out to him,” Kyson tells me before bending down and kissing the top of my head. He walks into the walk-in closet and pulls on a black top and denim jacket before leaving.

After he left, I ate my dinner before grabbing the tablet to fiddle with the writing and reading apps. And playing with the text and voice commands. I had to call in Dustin twice to fix the tablet when I went into something I couldn’t get back out of.

Grabbing my dessert off the tray, I went and sat on the bed, my back aching from being hunched over sitting on the floor in front of the fire. However, once again, I was beginning to feel sick. The bond had me yearning for my mate, and I felt terribly ill. I squirmed, my stomach turning, and I ran for the bathroom.

Sweat glistened on my skin as I broke out in a cold sweat. Rinsing my mouth, I went and lay down and crawled under the blankets. Hours passed, and l couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning until I heard the door open, and Kyson quietly entered the room. I had the lights off, hoping sleep would take me, only it never did. Kyson, noticing I am still awake, comes over and presses his hand to my head.

“You feel warm,” he murmurs.

“Do you feel hot?” I shook my head; I felt like I was freezing, despite the sweat that drenched me.

“I tried to get back as soon as I could; I thought you were sick; you felt off through the bond. Must be your heat coming on,” Kyson says before sniffing the air, and I watch his brows pinched together.

“You don’t smell like you’re coming into heat, and your scent isn’t affecting me, though,” he mumbled to himself. I wrinkle my nose as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine, and he chuckles.