His Lost Lycan Luna
Chapter 222: Azalea POV

Kyson grips my arm as I walk up the stairs to our room. “I’m not drunk,” I tell him, not that I minded the sparks racing up my arm. Or his scent clouding my brain. “l wished you woke me. I don’t like you being far from me,” Kyson tells me. While nodding my head, I yawned. I was exhausted, yet I could feel that Kyson was wide awake now that he had awoken.

Pushing the door open, I rush toward the bed and face-plant onto it, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball beneath the covers. Kyson wanders over to the fireplace, chucking an extra log in while I try to get out my pants and shirt before crawling under the blanket.

The bed dips beside me as Kyson climbs into bed beside me; I snuggle into his side, and he pulls the blanket up, encasing me in his arms. Surrounded by his scent, it doesn’t take long before I c****h and b**n, sleep taking me.

However, it isn’t long before I am also awoken by his movement beside me. My eyes flutter open when I feel his arm move beneath my head as he turns the page of the book he is reading. “What are you reading?” I ask while yawning, the words coming out all jumbled.

“I don’t speak yawn?” he says, and I tilt my face up to look up at him. He smiles, leaning down and k!ssing my nose.

“One of the books Cedric gave you,” he answers before pressing his l!ps to my forehead.

“What’s it say?” I ask him, curious about what gifts my parents had and what ones I could have possibly inherited.

“Not much, really, I only just started reading it,”

“Can you read it to me?” I ask him, but he rolls away from me. He sets the book down on the bedside table before rolling into me.

“Hmm, I can, but-” he doesn’t finish. Instead, he smiles deviously and presses his l!ps to mine before flooding me with his calling.

The sound vibrates from his chest, awakening my desire and every sense in my body, calling me to him; I k**s him back hungrily when his calling stops abruptly. Yet, he had awoken it already, and now, instead of being hungry for knowledge, I was hungry for him.

Kyson laughs against my l!ps as I crawl on top of him. My l!ps travel down his neck to where my mark lay on his neck. His hands gently trail up my sides, making my entire tingle and heat under his gentle touch. My fingers trail down his chest before moving between our bodies, and I squeeze him through his boxers when he growls, flipping me onto my back and pressing his body between my legs.

Kyson grips the waistband of my panties before sitting up between my legs as he tugs them down my legs…

I lifted my h!ps so he could remove them before he tossed them aside. His heated gaze ran over my body as he pushed my t****s apart, flat against the bed. My legs trembled with anticipation as he settled between them. His hot breath sweeps across my lower l!ps, and my h!ps lift, wanting his mouth on me.

Kyson smiles, lowering his head before his teeth graze my inner t***h as he n***d his way down. He s***s the inside of my t***h next to the apex of my legs, and my h!ps buck, but his hands grip my t***s, pressing them into the bed and holding me still.

“Well, aren’t you a demanding little Vixen today?” he purrs before teasing me with his tongue along the crease of my leg.

“Kyson,” I breathe, wiggling my h!ps. He chuckles softly before sweeping his tongue across my slit. I m**n, melting against the mattress. He buries his face between my legs, his mouth covering my p***y. His hand pushes against the back of my t***h, forcing one of my legs higher as he draped one over his shoulder and settled between them.

His mouth teasing as he swept his tongue flat across the seam of my lower l!ps, making me m**n as my skin tingled and bd with desire. He growled softly before his tongue peeled my lower l!ps apart. He ran his tongue through them to my c**t and s****d hard on it.

My heart pounds uncontrollably and heat floods and pools in my stomach, warming every inch of me as sparks rushed across my skin. His tongue swirled and s*****d on my c**t, driving me wild, and making me whimper at the building sensation as he continued to torment me with his tongue.

Kyson tasted and l***d every piece of me before dipping his tongue inside my tight channel and lapping at the j***s spilling from me. My legs trembled when I felt the first slivers of pleasure tighten the muscles of my belly. He slid his finger deep inside me while s******g. My inner walls squeezed and clamped down around his finger as he pulled out slowly.

His finger drenched in my arousal and slid in and out effortlessly as he added another, stretching me open. My inner walls squeezed as the friction built, and I moved my h!ps against his mouth. Heat washes over me, and I m****d as my sensitive nerves pulsated against his tongue.

My walls fluttered when my o****m ripped through me, his fingers plunging in deeper, my inner walls clenched as he continued his relentless s*****g and l*cking, making me cry out.

Everything tingled, my thoughts solely consumed with the pleasure he was inducing, solely consumed with him. When I finally b**d so hot, I was holding my breath, I tumbled over the precipice, falling blissfully as I reached the peak of my climax. My m**n echoed as I came hard.

The slickness of my arousal spilled out of me, and my body tensed and spasmed as I rode out the waves of pleasure, leaving me breathless. Kyson slipped his fingers from me, his hot tongue lapping at my j***s before he k!ssed and crawled up my body, settling his weight against me. His l!ps, s**k with my j***s, molded around mine as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

I smile against his l!ps, enjoying his touch, enjoying him. It felt like we hardly had time for each other so I was thankful for this moment despite being exhausted from being up all night. Kyson always had a way of making me forget the torment life throws at us, and right now I wanted nothing more than to forget with him.

His h!ps thrust against my entrance, making me jolt at the over-sensitive nerves as his en pressed against me. My hand moved down his side, and I pushed the waistband of his boxers down his h!p before he tugged them down and got rid of them by kicking them off.

His thick hard c**k pressed against my lower l!ps, and I felt the head of his c**k slide between my lower l!ps over my c**t as he rocked his h!ps against me, coating his himself in my ar0usal as it slid through my folds.

I arched my h!ps, rolling them against him, and m****d into his mouth before reaching between us, my hand stroking his hardened length as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He gr0aned, thrusting into my hand.

His l!ps traveled down my neck before swallowing his mark and nibbling on it and I tilt my head to the side, offering him more. Kyson purrs and I loved the sounds he made, loved how the bond tugged, wanting me to claim our mate over and over. He was mine, and I was his. There was no greater comfort than knowing that, he was fighting alongside me. That now we fought for each other instead of against each other. No more fighting just us.

I wiggled my h!ps, rubbing against him, before gripping his hair and bringing his l!ps back to mine. He k!ssed me harder before taking his c**k in his hand and positioning himself at my entrance. Moving my hand to his h!p, I tugged him closer, rolling my h*ps against him. He pressed the tip against me, his c**k gliding into my soaking w*t channel, stretching me around his thickness and making me m**n into his mouth at the feel of him filling him.

Kyson k!ssed me harder, biting down on my l!p as he sank deeper, making me gasp.

I rolled my h!ps against him as his teeth teased my bottom l!p into his mouth, my j****s coating his shaft as he rocked his h!ps gently against me. I chased the slow friction, rolling my h!ps against him and meeting his slow thrusts, wanting more, needing him to move faster.

I k!ssed him harder. My hand on his h!p tugged him closer, and he moved quicker, building up the friction as he dragged his c**k out before slamming back in.

I gasped into his mouth at the slight pain before it turned into m***s, muffled by his l!ps as they devoured mine. The only noises in the room were my cries of pleasure, and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.

Kyson drove his c**k into me harder when I pushed on his shoulder, wanting to change positions.

“You can’t go on top, Azzy; I am not wearing anything, so I have to pull out or I will knot you,” he purrs, n*g up my neck to my l!ps.

“Then knot me,” I murmur, pushing on his shoulder, and he stops, pulls away, looking down at me. I could feel his shock through the bond, feel his desire to do as I suggested. Yet, also his caution as if he was afraid to get his hopes up.

“If I knot you–“

“I can get pregnant. I am aware, Kyson,” I finish for him, and he stares at me for a second.

“A baby is never a bad thing, though timing kinda s***s. However, I don’t think the timing will ever be right, not for us anyway, so if it happens, it happens. If it don’t, it don’t–” I tell him.

“You want to try again?” he asks, and I could feel his heart racing against mine as hope and excitement bled through the bond. “I need to hear you say it, love. I want to know this is what you want and not just you saying it because it’s what I want,” Kyson tells me warily as he watches my face.

Yet listening all night to how Abbie and Tandi gushed over their children while I longed for the child I lost made me only crave being a mother more, made me crave seeing Kyson become a father. I lost my family twice, and I suddenly longed for family more than anything, which meant creating one with him. I knew he would be a great father because, despite everything in our past, he was a great mate, a great King.

“Yes, my King. I want to try again.” I tell him, and he smiles, his eyes sparkling as he nods. His arm slides underneath my lower back.

He sat back on his knees with me on his lap, pulling me on top. His hands gripped my a*s as he moved me up and down his hard length, our positions changing. I readjusted my legs and locked my arms around his neck.

Kyson n***d my collarbone, making me gasp at the sting before tracing his tongue over it, and I gripped his hair, tugging his head back to k**s him.

Our bodies move as one like a well-choreographed dance. Kyson g*****d into my mouth as I rolled my h!ps against him, one hand squeezing my a*s in a bruising grip while the other went to the center of my chest as he pushed me back slightly, dipped his head, and s****d on my n****e.

My skin heated and tingles rushed over my body when I felt the pressure in my lower stomach build, and his knot expand, pressing against my opening as it swelled. My heart pounded in my ears when I felt my walls clench as I lifted my h!ps, his c**k dragging along my inner walls, sending me over the edge with one h*rd thrust. I dropped my weight, taking his knot as it locked into place. My h!ps rock slowly as I ride out the remnants of my o****m when his hand wraps around my throat, tilting my face down to his as his mouth covers mine.

My entire body spasmed and tingled. My breathing was ragged as I tried to catch my breath while his seed spilled into me and warmed my insides as he g*****d into my mouth.

My movements slowed before I stilled, and Kyson shivered, clutching me closer; his l!ps pressed against my chest as we both tried to catch our breath while his fingers traced up my spine.

My entire body relaxed; I felt boneless as I relaxed against him. Kyson lifted his head, his l!ps going to the side of my mouth before n*g at my l!ps. “I love you,” he murmured against my l!ps. I smiled, k!ssing him back.

“I love you more,” I told him before my back hit the mattress as he leaned forward, pressing his weight against me.

“I could argue that you are wrong. And that I love you more,” he laughs. I laugh with him.

“But you won’t because I am right,” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Is that so, my Queen?” he says, rolling onto his back so I straddle his h!ps. I smile down at him, my hands on the center of his chest.

“Say it, say I love you more,” I chuckle. Kyson chuckles, shaking his head.

“Not a chance. You won’t win that one, my Queen. I will always love you more,” he says.

“Your Queen, I thought I was more than that?” I muse, pursing my l!ps.

“Empress, whatever,” Kyson growls. “Same difference,” he laughs.

“No, pretty sure I am of higher rank than you, now, ” I chuckle. “Maybe you should call me Alpha,” I laugh.

“Not a chance. I am the Alpha of this relationship. And you are an Empress and I am your mate, therefore emperor,” he laughs.

“Hmm, right then,” I tell him, climbing off. He grips my h!ps, holding me in place.

“Azzy, I am knotted to you,” he hisses.

“Well, Alpha, I guess we are in quite the predicament,” I tell him and his eyes narrow.

“How so?”

“Because you just found yourself stuck in a get-along knot. So who wears the pants now, my King?” I tell him and he laughs. I move, making him stop and he grips my h!ps.

“Azzy!”

“My King, I think I may go get a drink. Are you thirsty?” I tell him, wiggling trying to climb off him.

“Are you trying to rip my d**k off?”

“Well, that depends. Who is Alpha?”

“Okay, just stay d**n still; I want my junk intact,” he curses.

“Say it then?” I tease, and his eyes sparkle with mischief before he grips my h!ps and rolls, pinning me beneath him.

“Oh, how easily our roles are reversed, Empress,” he teases as I struggle to shove him off.

“I can always order you off,” I tell him when he jams his fingers in my ribs and tickles me. I squirm away from his torturous fingers.

“What was that? I can’t hear you, my Queen. Who is whose Alpha?” he asks, pressing his weight on me and pinning me in place, yet I couldn’t catch my breath or hold a straight thought as his fingers tickled and prodded every sensitive area.

“Say it, and I stop,” he says and I laugh. Tickling really is the worst torture.

“You, you are the alpha,” I squeal, laughing, and he stops while laughing as I try to catch my breath. Kyson smiles and leans down, pressing his l!ps to mine softly.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

I open my mouth when his fingers dance across my ribs in warning; making me laugh. “I love you too, my King,” I purr back at him, and I feel him smile against my l!ps, having won this one.