Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 86

I carefully peel off my jeans, the denim feeling like rough sandpaper against my skin. The relief when they finally hit the floor is instantaneous.

I reach for my trusty flannel pajamas, praying they will offer some comfort. Sighing at the relief of nothing chafing, I am about to climb into bed when a knock sounds at the door. Soren tells them to enter. I realize it is the bags from the car. The maid places them by the door before wandering out, and a smile splits onto my face.

“Hey, I know how you can make it up to me!” I call over my shoulder as I move to retrieve the bag I’m looking for. Soren, still chuckling, follows me, perplexed.

“Anything,” he says, but his voice trails off as he watches me dig through the shopping bags I brought home.

My hand closes around the waxing pot I purchased, and I turn, a triumphant grin on my face. His eyes widen as I brandish the pot like a trophy.

“Anything but that!” he backs away, shaking his head. “No!” he adds firmly.

“Oh yes,” I insist, stepping closer. “You said anything.”

He makes a break for it, but I’m quicker–fueled by the fiery motivation of revenge, I tackle him onto the bed. He shrieks like a girl clawing his way out from under me, but I grip his pants so as he slides off the bed, he is left only in his boxers.

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Soren gets to his feet and makes a dash for the door. Only when he reaches for it, we both pause, hearing his mother’s voice outside, and he turns, his eyes land on the bathroom, and he beelines for them, but I pounce on him like a spider monkey. I cling to his back, and he thrashes silently, knowing his mother will come rushing in here if he makes too much noise. Unable to throw me off without hurting me, he falls backward on the bed, my pot of wax skittering across the plush carpet.

“No, I refuse!” he says, jamming his fingers in my ribs while I try to wriggle out from under him.

“We had a deal, so you’ll take it like my fanny did!” I snap at him. He becomes deadweight on top of me, squashing the air from my lungs.

while I thrash beneath him. He laughs as I try to escape his weight, giving up. I lay like a starfish, trying to catch

up

the back of his shoulder. He jolts and roars, jerking

climb off the bed, retrieving the ready–made wax and strips from the

shoulder before noticing me sneaking closer. “I said no!” he

for you to sleep,

will it be?” I

o

this place have gone

be a hairless one!” I

chest, glaring at the ceiling. “I swear if you tell a soul about

on the bed and pin his legs between mine. He sits up slightly, and I yank at his boxers, only to pause when confronted by the considerable sight of his manhood. A moment of hesitation flickers through me–he dares me with a raised eyebrow to continue while my face flames at the closeness

my eyes scanning

far less daunting. I slap a strip onto his chest. “People will see

your family jewels; they’d be calling you King one nut!” Then rip it off

that Damian bursts into the room, thinking his brother is being tortured. “What’s–oh,” he stops, taking in the

backs out, muttering something about the king squealing like

for another strip, but

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as he presses his weight against

one on his chest, and he growls, snatching my wrist. “It has to come

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