Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 221

He continues to work on me with an almost religious devotion until I’m teetering on the edge of climax. Some dark part of him seems to delight in holding me there, a hair’s breadth away from release.

“I hate you,” I growl when I can find words again, but they’re empty threats that fade into soft sighs as he chuckles against my skin.

“Liar,” he murmurs before his mouth and fingers send me spiraling higher. A guttural groan is my response as his fingers delve inside me to stroke that sweet spot. It’s too much but not enough; every touch drags me further into this blissful torment. The world blurs as pleasure consumes me, all rational thought leaving my mind.

“Soren, I can’t… oh gods…” I stutter, white–hot pleasure lapping my senses. But he only chuckles again. His other hand glides up my leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he lays a gentle kiss on my inner thigh.

“I’m going to cut that evil tongue out if you stop again.”

“Did it ever occur to you,” he murmurs against my skin, “that perhaps I enjoy teasing you?” There’s a mischievous note to his voice that begs for a slap. But I’m too far gone to provide

it.

Instead, I buck against him, my hips begging for more friction, and he finally seems to get the message. His tongue returns to my slit, delving deeper this time while his fingers work to

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the edge. My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers trace circles around my

chokes out a laugh, the sound muffled by my own flesh. It’s intense, it’s too much

the edge of ecstasy when Soren finally grants me release. He looks up at me then with those eyes full of raw hunger. And with a curl of his fingers and a tug on my clit, he sends me spiraling into a universe of white–hot pleasure

as emotions wash over me in an overpowering wave, leaving me breathless and teetering on the edge of losing myself completely. Soren doesn’t stop

as I come down from my high. Slowly, he lifts himself back up to hover above me. His face is flushed with triumph and satisfaction. But even in my hazy post–orgasmic bliss, I can see his eyes strained

against my spent one and within moments, I feel

you intend to make me sleep

against my hair, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Overall, it appears Soren got what he wanted after all; as sleep drags me under, I feel safe wrapped in his warm arms, despite knowing that

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Rhett again. For now, that anxiety is forgotten