Damien: The Nightwalkers by Jacquelyn Frank

Author:Jacquelyn Frank [Jacquelyn Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780821780688
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2008-06-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Damien woke with a start, surprised to realize he had fallen asleep.

The first thing he noticed was that Syreena was no longer in his arms.

She was sprawled across him, and, to his amusement, had somehow managed to turn completely upside down in the bed so her foot was nestled snugly in the vicinity of his neck. He raised his head slightly to look at her, getting a rather stimulating view of her bare bottom, and realizing his feet and ankles were sheeted in her brown and gray hair. Somewhere between her back and his thighs, they were twisted up into the bedspread, tied together like an odd pair of Siamese twins.

Feeling extremely happy just because she was there, he turned his head and kissed the bottom of her nearby foot.

She jerked in her sleep, sliding against him for a moment, and then settled down into deep, even breaths again.

“Oh, you must be kidding,” he whispered to the silent room, biting his lip hard to keep from laughing out loud.

He instantly reached for the same foot and drew a quick finger up the instep.

Damien had to dodge to keep from getting kicked in the head.

Syreena, heir to the Lycanthrope throne, was ticklish.

Unable to resist, he reached for her again.

“Touch my foot again and I will take your head off,” came the sudden mumbled threat through the muffling of bedclothes.

“Too good to be tickled, Princess?” he teased, ignoring her warning and attacking her foot in earnest.

Syreena yelped, trying to kick him again, rolling over in her sudden wakefulness.

“I’m warning you!” she shouted. Her threat came out as a squeal, however, stealing its intended punch.

To escape him, she slithered right off the bed and onto the floor. Damien dared to look over the edge of the bed in search of her.

“Come now, pouting does not become a Princess.”

“A black eye doesn’t become a Prince,” she countered tartly, tossing back her hair as she sat up. “You are not a very considerate bed partner,” she accused.

“I heard no complaints last night,” he mused, giving her the cocky combination of half a smile and a lifted eyebrow.

“Perhaps that is because you were snoring too loud to hear them.” She laughed when his expression immediately altered to a frown. “What? Too good to snore, Prince?”

“Why is it that when you say Prince like that, I feel like a German shepherd?”

“If the breed fits…”

She got to her feet and shook her hair back into place with a primp worthy of her royal status. Then she settled back onto the bed, sitting to face him and studying his amused expression.

“You know, I never actually considered it before…” She trailed off as if contemplating her thoughts. Damien was not fooled. He knew a setup when he saw one.

He indulged her, however.

“Considered what?”

“I never thought you might actually be fun. Here I was thinking sex was going to be my only entertainment.”

“I see. I guess you have to consider yourself fortunate then. I, however…”

Syreena smirked as he teased her with her own verbal trick.

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