Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 59

Her body relaxes against mine, and she lets out a content sigh.

For some reason, this feels right. Having Bree snuggled against me like this feels natural, even though we barely know each other. I stare at the ceiling, I really want to finish that chapter I was on, when she tosses her leg over my waist abruptly and her head finds a spot on my chest, and she settles down, her breath warm through the fabric of my shirt. I know it’s her wolf sensing my presence, seeking the comfort of what it perceives as a dominant partner. I should wake her, but the truth is, the warmth of her against me is not entirely unpleasant, it’s kind of nice. Would it be rude if I propped my book on her head to finish my chapter? I wonder but then dismiss it when she squirms again.

Why does she seem like she is in pain? I wonder and knowing she will keep me up, I am hesitant, at first, but then give into the urge. Instead using my calling. It’s a low, soothing purr that resonates from deep within me, a sound known to calm and sedate. I shouldn’t use it on her–using it on a female, especially a werewolf like Bree, can be manipulative, almost crossing a line. But she doesn’t stop moving, and I can’t sleep with her wriggling against me.

As the calling takes effect, she quiets, snuggling closer, and I roll towards her before having to stifle my own laugh when she starts purring in response, soft and rhythmic, against my chest, which is unexpectedly endearing that she is reacting to my calling.

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we both fall

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with my

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waist and Bree burrowed against my

chest.

awoken at such an ungodly hour. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I should wake Bree up. But then I remember how restless she was last night and decide to let her sleep a little longer. She looks so peaceful and content in her slumber, and I don’t want to disturb that. Instead, I reach for my phone and check the time. It’s only 6 am, I sigh and turn off my alarm before settling back against the pillows. My arm is numb from having it wrapped around her all night, but I

about Bree that intrigues me. She’s strong, independent, and yet vulnerable at the same time. Rolling slightly, she rolls with me chucking her leg across my waist. I’d forgotten how nice it is to wake up with a woman wrapped around me. The warmth of Bree’s body radiates against my side, and I can feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. Her skin is soft to the touch, and I resist the urge

on her forehead or lines around her eyes, just pure peacefulness. Leaning forward slightly I sniff her. I would die if she woke up right now and caught me scenting her like I accused her last night.

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