His Loved Lycan Luna: A High Fantasy Shifter Romance

I have no idea how long it had been since I shifted. The memories are hazy, but I can recall I spent most of my time while shifted on the phone with Abbie after Kyson called her for me. She remained on the phone until I could no longer keep my eyes open, and with the help of Kyson’s calling, eventually, I was lulled into oblivion. However, I do recall Abbie was just as shocked as I was about me being Lycan but also found it quite hilarious that I could lick my own eyeball, which I discovered accidentally. Who would have thought Lycans had such long tongues?

The feeling of my bones breaking and dislocating wakes me out of my deep slumber, though the transition back is nothing compared to the initial shift. But it still makes me whimper when I feel the expanding of my spine, sending a shudder through my body.

Kyson’s massive hand on my back caresses me softly, and I blink, trying to wake up from where I lay. A rumbling caress resonates from deep within his chest. Even asleep, he still purrs, using the calling as a sedative. Tired, I blink rapidly, yawn, and rub my eyes. Still, I would rather not move from off his chest, content with just lying here wrapped in his warmth. His fur tickles my nose, his clawed fingers tracing the ridges of my spine gently as the transition comes to an end.

His purr grows louder, and I melt against him, relishing the sound and the beat of his heart. My heart falls in time to the sound when he pulls me higher, his tongue running over my mark, lapping at it. Arousal washes through me, making my toes curl, but I am still angry with him. As much as I enjoy his touch, I am still angered by everything.

Kyson rolls over, shifting as he does so. The cracking of his bones makes me grind my teeth as fur becomes hot skin and he rolls me on my back, his body pressing between my legs. His thick, muscled arms rest on either side of my head. He shudders before turning his head, cracking his neck, and his eyes go back to their dazzling silver color. He smiles down at me before pressing his lips to mine gently. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before forcing it between them. I sigh, kissing him as he rocks his hips against me.

His hand moves to my neck, and his fingertips graze my scalp as they slide through my thick hair, pulling me impossibly close as he deepens the kiss. His tongue demands and dominates my mouth, tasting every inch and stealing the air from my lungs. He pulls away and chuckles softly, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

“What’s so funny?” I ask..

“Nothing,” he chuckles, purring louder. My eyes widen, realizing I, too, am also purring and hadn’t realized it, mistaking the vibration as coming from