Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 60

Her touch is unintentional, but it sends a jolt through me, explaining what has woken me. I try to wake her, but she’s a deep sleeper, it appears. I give her a little shake when her fingers squeeze tighter around my cock. I chuckle softly when I notice she’s also drooling on my chest. She is going to lose her damn mind when I wake her.

“Bree?” I murmur gripping her wrist but she hangs on for dear life like its a tug of war! I grit my teeth when I feel her nails rake the inside of my thigh. Then she groans, her legs moving under the sheets while she tries to strangle my cock in her death grip, her brows pinch, her grip loosening slightly as the strange pains she had last night return. Had I not witnessed it last night I would think she was just dreaming, but its clear she is in pain.

“Bree,” I say gently as she stirs, blinking herself awake. She stares at me confused. She wipes her mouth sitting up slightly and peering around the room like she forgot she slept in here last night.

“Morning, can I have my cock back by any chance or are we amping up this fake engagement and going all in?” I ask her. Her eyes dart to her hand and her eyes widen in horror as she looks down at her hand inside my pants.

“Yeah, you’ve got hold of my cock?” I laugh.

She sputters when she realizes where her hand is.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, pulling back as if I’m on fire.

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okay with you hugging me, and can handle you drooling on me.” Her eyes go to my chest as I wipe her drool off me. “But I draw the line at giving

I try to reassure her,

believe I… I’m so sorry,” she stammers, face red as a beet when she groans, clutching her stomach. “Motherfucker,” she grunts,

want answers, because I know that isn’t normal and leaves me

think of.

curious about her past, the one

she thrashes but I pin her crawling on top of her and pushing my body between her legs. She thrashes even more, lashing out. “Get off me

crushing her. “Was he your mate?” I ask, my voice gentler now but my words must strike

turns her face back to me and glares at me. “Well?” I ask when she doesn’t answer me.

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