Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 211

My fingers itch to touch him but his grip presses them into the moist earth, trapping them above my head. His lips travel to my neck and I suck in much needed air when I feel his tongue swipe over my neck where his mark lays, tingles spread all over at the action, my entire being seem to vibrate as he continues to torture the spot, alternating between nipping and sucking on it. I lift my hips beneath him, sick of his teasing, hungry for what else he has to offer.

Soren groans in approval at my actions, his cock gliding through my wet folds coating him in my arousal. I struggle in his hold trying to get my hands free, he lets go dragging my leg higher as he enters me in the same movement. My fingers. find his hair, tugging as I force his lips back to mine.

My lips devour his, making him laugh against my lips. “I thought you were worried about my guard.” I groan at his words, no longer caring, my focus solely on him and the bond urging me closer like I can crawl inside him. Soren moves slowly but my bond demands more, and the feeling radiating through it is like he is teasing me with his slow pace. Trying to override my senses.

And it does as a growl slips from my lips and I bite down on his bottom lip. He hisses but does not pick up his pace, if anything he pulls out slower, forcing me to feel every inch of him as he slowly presses his pelvis flush against mine. My claws slip out, piercing his arms as I grip them only for instinct to shove forward. Soren’s weight is abruptly gone and the cool night air washes over my heated skin when I force him to

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roll so I straddle him.

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move to my hips, his fingers pressing in, in an attempt to slow

sore tomorrow, love, slow

don’t care,” the words come out as a growl and

you want rough, then…” with blinding speed he moves and the world tilts when my hands hit dirt. My claws piercing the earth, a whine leaves my lips at the empty feeling but quickly turns to a groan when his hands grip my hips and he plunges inside me from behind. I am

he purrs and I push

to gasp, searching for the words that seem to have abandoned me. “More.”

us seems to dissolve into oblivion, replaced by the feeling of him inside me,

up my back, tracing the curves of my spine before he grips my

pleasure building within me spirals out of

–

becomes thick and heavy and I can feel every movement of his every pulse, every breath against my skin. The