Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 63

There’s a part of me that’s still terrified, that’s screaming for me to push him away and run, knowing in the end, when his parents leave, and I serve my purpose, he’ll get rid of me and I will be the only one hurt, but at this moment I don’t care. I just want the pain to stop. But there’s another part of me, louder and stronger, that craves more.

His hands roam down to my hips, and with one swift

movement, he pulls my leg around his waist. Our bodies flush against each other. He pulls back to look at me – really look at me – his blue eyes blazing with anticipation.

“So are you sure about this? We don’t have to have sex,” he breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t take that from you,” he tells me. “Me touching you is enough to hurt him,” he tells me.

I swallow hard, looking into those piercing blue eyes filled with concern and something else – something raw and hungry. Nodding slightly, I pull him back down onto me.

In response to my silent confirmation, his kisses grow wilder – less timid and more demanding, while mine mirror his intensity.

I realize then that Rhett was wrong for turning away from me. I’m not an innocent girl anymore who’s afraid of her desires. I‘ m a woman who knows what she wants, and right now, I want Soren. And if this is also what it takes to show Rhett the mistake he made, then so be it.

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is no longer filled with thoughts of Rhett, but instead, it’s consumed by the man who holds me in his strong arms. His scent permeates my senses, intoxicating me, and his kisses ignite a fire within me that I can’t ignore.

touch isn’t just about lust, though that certainly plays its part. There’s also an unexpected sense of comfort and security that eases the lingering pain of Rhett’s rejection. It’s as if Soren’s embrace has become my haven from the storm of betrayal that

face may have been the catalyst for this moment, but now it belongs solely to Soren. His touch erases

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trace a path down to my jaw and

hesitance as fear of being marked. That wasn’t the fear at all; rather it was a sudden awareness – my wolf side recognizing his scent and teeth – growing excited despite him not being our mate or even belonging to our species.

in a fervent kiss that consumes every ounce of my attention. The taste of him is intoxicating and draws a moan from deep within me–a raw and primal sound that makes Soren growl in

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