Page 58 of Lycan Prey
“Is everything alright?” I ask her and Soren gives me a pointed look.
“Ah, yes dear. I’m just taken aback a little. Wow, I certainly don’t have legs like that, they’re so… so…” she tries to find words as if not to insult me, but I am just staring at his leg in horror and trying not to laugh. “Rugged?” she questions her own choice of words. I peer down at his leg sticking out.
“Is it a werewolf thing?” she asks. Soren jabs me in the ribs.
“Ah, yes, from the approaching full moon.” I blurt, and he looks at me like I’m nuts. “It looks so coarse. It reminds me… of pubic hair. Good heavens.” Soren stiffens when I see his mother’s hand graze up his leg. “It’s like you’re part monkey. You put Alaric to shame with this fur! And Soren doesn’t mind?”
“Oh he loves me all natural,” I tell her as she continues to stroke his leg.
“I never realized how hairy werewolves are. That will certainly have to go before the wedding. You’ll be the talk of the town.”
She measures his ankle, noticing his feet.
“Oh Goddess, they’re like flippers,” she comments. “We are going to have hell trying to find heels to fit these.” She pokes his big toe.
“Just a full moon thing; they’ll shrink.” I blurt, covering my mouth to stifle my laugh. Soren glares at me, mouthing to get rid of her.
“Definitely in need of a pedicure, maybe a groomer, I’ve never seen anything like it. Are you hairy like that all over?”
“Only near a full moon; I usually keep myself covered to not scare Max,” I tell her. Soren slips his leg in and shuts the door quickly.
“I can imagine, it gave me quite the fright myself. Not to worry, we’ll take care of it,” she mutters like that is a serious task that needs to come first.
“Okay, Maribel. I think I have to get out now, I’m starting to prune.”
“Oh, dear me!” Maribel exclaims when she finally takes my hint. “I’ll go, then. We wouldn’t want you turning into a wrinkly prune, too, would we?” She chuckles at her own joke.
There’s a moment of silence, followed by a sigh. “Oh right, of course, dear. I’ll get out of your hairs—I mean way; I will get out of your way.” She steps out of the bathroom and closes the door behind her, muttering about how fascinating she-wolves are.
The moment we hear the bedroom door shut, Soren and I burst out laughing. It’s the kind of relieved laughter that comes from narrowly avoiding disaster mixed with the utter absurdity of the situation.
I elbow him in the ribs, but it’s useless against his hard abs. “You could have gotten us both caught!” Despite my scolding words, I can’t quite suppress my own laughter, either. The absurdity of the situation is just too much.
“I’m sorry,” he says between chuckles, “I didn’t think she’d actually come in here.”
“Next time, choose a better hiding place!” I say, trying to suppress my giggles.
My hand finds its way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I trace the outline of his abs, each ridge and groove sending a jolt of heat between my legs.
He chuckles, his fingers trace a line down my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shiver, my body responding to his touch despite my attempts to remain focused. His thumb brushes the side of my breast, his gaze dropping. My cheeks warm at his touch, my body reacting to his closeness. His thumb brushes over my hardened nipple. I know I should pull away, but my body seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to him.My breath hitches as he leans closer, his warm breath tickling my ear and his eyes darken.
His aura ripples out and he steps closer. His hand hits the shower wall behind me making me stare up at him to find he isn’t in control, not fully. His instincts have taken over.
“You’re gonna be the death of me if you keep reacting like that,” he groans, his voice a husky rumble. I pinch my brows when I catch a whiff of the pheromones I’m letting off. Though I’m shocked it’s something that would affect him given he is Lycan and I’m werewolf. His hand moves to my hip, and he dips his head, scenting me, his nose running down the column of my neck.
I can feel his hardness pressing against me, straining against his wet pants.
“We should probably get out now,” he suggests. “Or I may give into instinct.” I am suddenly acutely aware of his chest pressing against mine.
“Yes, definitely,” I tell him. He steps back quickly as if stung.
Normally, I’d be mortified by such an intimate encounter, though strangely enough, with Soren it feels just right.
He helps me to step out of the shower, his hand warm against my wet skin. I shiver involuntarily, though it has nothing to do with the chill of the bathroom air. He wraps a towel around me and steps back, his gaze averted politely. It’s so gentlemanly I almost laugh again as he grabs his own.
He opens the door after ensuring Maribel is nowhere in sight, and we both step out into the bedroom. The air is cool against my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt once more. I quickly move toward the dresser, pulling out fresh clothes while keeping my back turned to him.
Meanwhile, Soren is doing the same on the other end of the room. Only once we’re both dressed do we turn to face each other, and there’s an awkward tension hanging in the air.
