Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 196

I stare at the decanter, my eyes widening. “I’ll be drunk,” I warn him.

“Precisely my point.” he tells me. I lift the decanter to my lips and he sweeps my hair over my shoulder watching me. I drink from the decanter and just when I think I can’t force anymore down, Soren’s hand holds it in place forcing me to drink the lot. I choke and sputter on it, wine spilling down my chest.. Only when I finish it does he let it go, allowing me to suck in a much needed breath.

Soren sets the decanter aside, and drags me closer, I stare at him for a second as he rearranges us so I am laying on him so I am facing him, the cool air brushing my backside. Soren sweeps my wet hair back before gripping my chin, and tilting my face towards his.

His lips caress mine gently,extinguishing the taste of wine and metallic blood. Soren slides his hands down my back, tracing the curve of my spine with a tenderness that makes me shiver.

“Just relax,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my already quaking body. His fingers continue their journey downwards, barely grazing my sides, gliding so gently that it’s featherlight.

allowing myself to sink further into the sensation of him.

fear which I don’t quite understand, but don’t

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I whimper at the loss. But then he’s kissing down my throat, his tongue lapping any traces of wine that had trickled down

trust even as he turns me around so my back is against his chest.

a fever dream. His hands roam lower, tracing patterns

my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grab onto the

closer to my center. A soft moan escapes my lips as he finally reaches my most sensitive spot, gently tracing circles with his fingers. My body responds instantly, arching toward him as he slowly slips in one finger, then another. I feel myself quivering with every stroke, my muscles clenching around him. He works his fingers in and out of me, building a steady rhythm that has me panting and writhing with pleasure.

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