Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 87

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he grips both my wrists in one hand, holding them against the bed. His free hand settles on the strip of wax. “If that’s how it is…” He tugs it off in a swift motion.

My victorious laughter echoes through the room as Soren grits his teeth and lets out a string of curses that would make even a sailor blush. Despite the pain, there’s a twist of amusement in his eyes, indicating that he might be enjoying this mad game just as much as I am. “Hmm, now what to do with you?” he ponders, examining the sticky strip. My eyes widen as he hovers it above my face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasp, trying to wriggle free from his iron grip. But the gleam in his eyes tells me he’s deadly serious. Slowly, with a wicked smile, he lowers the wax strip down onto my brow.

“An eye for an eye,” he murmurs, holding the strip down onto my skin. “Or, in this case, a brow for a chest.” My attempts to plead and wriggle out of his hold are futile as Soren just grins at me, clearly enjoying the revenge.

“Wait!” I managed to say before he could rip off the strip. But it’s too late. He rips it off, and I squeal and squeeze my eyes shut. Only no pain comes. He laughs, and I pop one eye open to see him holding the strip, but it’s only the clean side up.

“You asshole, I thought you were really going to remove my eyebrow!” he laughs harder.

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“No, but you should have seen your face!” he laughs. I glare at him. “Why would I remove your eyebrow when I have to be seen with you!” he chuckles.

with your revenge?”

now…” I warn him.

asks before scratching his chin.

and I arch a brow at him, but he smiles deviously, letting go of

murmur, caught off guard

kiss it

let you do that?” I retort, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes briefly drop to where my arms. are folded. When

chest, feigning hurt. “I am wounded,

my eyes but can’t hold back a smile. His fingers gently

my chest, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I refuse to break eye contact, the air between us crackling with

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he squeals,

your chest?” he asks.

mange. I was helping put cream on it,”

not realizing how late it was when we got back from shopping. Peering at the window outside, it is dark, the sun having gone down