Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

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“It’s… like smokey pine and blue lotus almost but more masculine and spicier. I want to eat it; it makes my mouth

water.” she chuckles, and I snicker, folding my arms across my

chest.

“Is it now, so it’s mouthwatering?” I ask her, and she nods, burying her face in my pillow and sighing deeply.

“Hmm, hm,” she hums, fluffy out her pillow.

“Does that scent remind you of anyone?” I ask her. She seems thoughtful for a second, and I growl, ripping her toward me. She smacks against my chest.

“What the hell are you doing?” she growls, and I tangle my fingers in her rainbow locks with a laugh, holding her cheek to my naked chest. “Soren!” she growls, biting my pec, her hands clawing at me to let her go.

“I wonder who it smells like? Delicious, she says. Are you trying to make me blush?” I chuckle.

“What are you talking about!” she shrieks, thrashing in my grip.

“Now I know why Max was swapping my pillow every

morning. I thought he wanted it because of his night terrors, but now I know he was swapping it for yours.” I tell her, and she freezes, her small hands pushing on my chest. I let her go, and she jerks away before curiosity gets the better of her. She léans forward, sniffing me.

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“Do I make your mouth water?” I laugh.

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the cleaning lady thinking she was changing my pillowcases since they never smelled of Max despite him swapping his pillow for mine each morning.” he laughs. She says nothing and is just staring at me as her blush moves down her neck and chest.

you don’t smell like that during the day?” she blurts. “You still smell good,

opens and closes like a fish as she

is all

my son?” I ask her, loving the way she squirms, trying to

words in my

I make your water!” I retort. She looks away, her cheeks still flushed. I reach out and pull her closer. Our faces are inches apart. I take a deep breath

It muffles my scent or adds to it or something. He sprays it

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to the sofa under the bay windows and stealing more pillows and cushions. Does she

now?

pillows down the middle of the bed- this woman and her weird compulsions fascinate me

can’t help but

complained I moved around a lot in my sleep,” she says, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow

issues with such a trivial thing, but she gives away nothing more, skillfully avoiding my gaze and any further questions I

pat, she seems satisfied with her

or should I ask the maid for more pillows, I can still see if I sit up high enough, don’t want any

you usually this annoying when on your own? I see why Damian

like watching you get cranky,

head to glare

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