All Chapters of Curse of a Lycan Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Isaac was quick to lock the door as soon as all the guests had left. His eyes had been flickering between hazel and golden all night, but now there was no doubt which side of him was running the show. The way I overheard him bragging to his friends about how I spoke to Natasha, it seemed like he truly was turned on by my little power display. I smirked up at my mate and turned away, heading for the stairs. “I think I’m heading to bed. It’s been a long night.” I didn’t make it far. A long, thickly muscled arm wrapped around my waist and tugged me back into a wall of solid muscle. I could feel Isaac’s breath in my hair and the thrum of his heart against my spine. “Not so fast,” he purred. “I’ve hardly gotten a chance to touch you recently.” “Yes, well, there is no magic involved,” I huffed, squirming in his grip. “I wasn’t aware you had any desire to do that when magic isn’t forcing your hand.” Isaac stilled against me, and his hands’ preliminary exploration of my body came to a ha

I greatly enjoyed road trips with Isaac. In the few weeks I had known him, we seemed to be getting a lot of experience with them, too. I wondered if this was normal for the Lycan King. At some point throughout the weekend, a decent stereo had been put in the truck. I had no idea how Isaac had actually found time for all the fixes and upgrades to my old rust bucket, but it made me feel a little bad for antagonizing him the past few days. But, it also enabled us to play my favorite road trip game. We went back and forth, making a playlist full of songs that reminded us of certain things. ‘Sweet Caroline’ came up on the queau, and I happily began bopping along. “Oh! I love this song. This was one of your picks. What was the question?” Isaac glanced away from the road and flashed me a jovial smile and squeezed the hand that had not left my thigh since about a hundred miles back. “I know. I think you asked, ‘What’s a song that makes you think of a time you forgot the rest of the wor

True to his word, Isaac had us out of bed in four hours. The sun had barely begun to rise, so it was too early. I was taking so long to get moving he ended up simply carrying me to the truck and instructing me to sleep. When I woke up, there was a breakfast sandwich on my lap and The Menzingers playing softly. “What time is it?” I asked groggily, scrubbing at my bleary eyes. Isaac didn’t take his eyes off the road. In fact, it seemed as if he was white knuckling the steering wheel. “Nearly noon.” “What’s wrong?” I watched Isaac’s jaw tick. “I don’t like visiting bear packs. It’s not a place I feel comfortable taking you. Their men are shunned if they don’t keep their women in line well enough.” “We knew this, though. Besides, I definitely found a flogger and paddle in your toy box I stumbled upon the other day. Are you one to talk?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. “Flogging and paddling when it’s been mutually agreed upon is different than beating and shaming for even

Isaac POV The girl sent to check on Maise was wary of men. That much was abundantly clear, and I didn’t blame her one bit. I sensed that she posed no threat, though, so I left her with my mate and took a stroll around the pack. Based on my preliminary research, this was not one of the larger bear packs, but was revered as being alarmingly successful. They had a high amount of exports given their size and resources, and always operated in the black - a rare occurrence for any smaller pack. The open air market I ended up in did not allude to their wealth. I couldn’t tell if I felt that way because of our natural surroundings, or the way these women presented themselves. Whenever I spotted a man, though, it was clear where the money and power went within a household. I was treated as a leper. That was expected, as I was a stranger. I removed myself from the crowds, too, steering clear of a woman torn out from behind her rickety vendor cart and forced to her knees as well as a youn

It took me a moment to realize I heard vibrating, too. I yelped when a device I knew quite well came in contact with my thigh. I looked down frantically, but Isaac’s hand caught my jaw and forced me to look at him. “Eyes on me, Princess.”I nodded. Slowly, the vibrations traveled up my thigh and closer to my core. “Wh-wha-whaa-”Isaac's pace was slow and steady. It came in direct contact with my clit, sending my body arching upwards in search of more. I sucked in a sharp breath. This didn’t seem like much of a punishment. I found my release too quickly. To be perfectly honest, toys simply got me to orgasms. They didn’t make orgasms fun. Isaac was in control, which was erotic, but I’d much prefer touch.