Page 83 of Lycan’s Hunt

“What are you doing now?” His voice calls through the wooden bathroom door, echoing off the tiled walls.

“Shaving my legs.” I call back.

“I swear to the Moon Goddess if you don’t hop out and stop dawdling I will drag you to bed caveman style.”

“Yes, let me just get dressed,” I call back. Despite the incredible power his calling holds over me, Soren has never once used it to violate my privacy.

Hurrying now, aware he is waiting on me, I dry off and wriggle into a fresh nightdress before exiting the bathroom. He’s waiting for me on our bed, eyes closed.

“Happy now?” I ask him sarcastically as I climb back into bed with him.

“Mmm.” He murmurs in response, letting out a soft yawn and making room for me under the blankets without opening his eyes. Even in his sleep drowsed state, his calling unfurls around me once more; not suffocating this time but comforting. Still, I’m not tired.

I reach for my phone, deciding to read if he is asleep only for my phone to be taken. “Hey.”

“Bed,” he grumbles.

“I’m not tired, I told you.” His calling washes over me stronger and I roll over only to be crushed against his chest which I bite making him hiss.

“Sleep, I will read until I fall asleep.” I tell him reaching for my phone.

“Besides, where are you going so early, anyway?”

“We have leads on Rhett, I need to check them out.” Hearing Rhett’s name a new sort of tension suddenly consumes me.

Well any hope of sleep he had will now go out the window because that has just set my anxiety off.

“You found him?” I ask.

He groans. “Not for you to worry about, sleep.”

I can’t. “You can’t say that and not tell me more.”

“I promise, I’ll tell you everything when we know more.” His voice, although quiet, reverberates in my mind. Sleep was closing in on my senses.

“No…” My words are slurred. I can hardly fight the pull of sleep any longer. He groans, dropping the calling and I feel it lift.

“Fine, you don’t want my calling, I have other ways to make you tired,” he purrs, shoving me on my back.

“Where is he?” I ask as he climbs between my legs.

“I’ll know more tomorrow. Damian is sending scouts out.”

Before I can protest and ask more, his lips crash against mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as I try to speak around his mauling tongue.

Soren chuckles as he deepens the kiss and I feel the bond awaken with desire, his lips moving lower nipping at my jaw.

“That’s cheating,” I tell him and he purrs, his teeth nipping at his mark on my neck making my eyes roll back as tingles erupt all over. “Would you like me to stop?”

I’m too busy lost to the sensation of the bond burning with abrupt all consuming lust.

“No,” I growl.

“Didn’t think so.”

“I know you’re trying to make me sleep.”

He pushes my night dress up to expose my chest and the rest of me to him.