Sleeping Beauty and the Lion: A Shifter Fairy Tale Retelling of Sleeping Beauty (A BBW Shifter Fairy Tale Retelling Book 3) by Sylvia Frost Page A
Authors: Sylvia Frost
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scent. My mouth tasted like his sweet lips.
He grunted, slamming his hands against the wall behind us, so hard the bed scooted a couple inches backward. Again, he had shattered my soul into a million pieces. And not a single shard was afraid.
Chapter 15
DANIEL
I hadn’t slept all night.
Dawn snuck around Rose’s purple curtains and cast shy shadows across her floors all the way to her night-stand where a red alarm clock stood. Rose was curled up where she belonged, as the small spoon to my protective scalpel. I refused to think of myself as a big spoon. I was a much sharper tool. The scent of her and her even, calm breathing was enough to keep my cock half-hard.
Every so often she’d try to roll over, but my arms would encircle her, making sure she couldn’t go far. My inner lion should’ve been at peace, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn Humvee last night. Was I going crazy? Or had someone really followed us? Was it Lonan? Was GR Scientific the people who had captured me?
I nuzzled into her hair, trying use her scent to push away my inner lion’s suspicions and human fears. I’d been living with nothing to lose for so long I’d forgotten what fear even felt like. Oh, I had rules. Be polite. Lie. Hide. But those weren’t feelings, they were habits.
With Rose everything was raw. Being around her made time move in fits and starts. One moment I was burying my face into her hair, so wrapped in her scent that an hour ticked by on her retro alarm clock, the next it was squawking an un-charming wake-up call.
I swiped at it on instinct, sending it crashing to the ground. The carpeted floor didn’t muffle the collision enough to keep Rose from finally stirring.
“Twenty more minutes,” she moaned, throwing one arm over her head.
“It’s Saturday. Go back to bed.” I folded her arm into my embrace hoping to lull her to sleep.
“What time is it?” Rose brushed her thumbs over the corner of her eyes to dislodge the crusted sleep there.
“7:30.” I stole the time from the now probably broken clock on the floor. I’d buy her a new one that my inner lion didn’t think was an annoying bird.
“AM?” she squeaked.
I tucked the clock under her bed with a strategic kick.
Rose yawned, as if to prove my point. My lion couldn’t help but notice how adorable her un-sharp teeth were.
How does she eat even cooked meat with teeth that dull? my lion wondered curiously.
She rolled her shoulders, hands going up into a V as she stretched. Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t notice that I had to dodge and let go of her as her fist almost connected with my jaw.
Free of my arms, she managed to roll halfway over. Her brown eyes peaked out from her braids and her freckles looked particularly cute in the morning light. I wanted to kiss each of them.
I moved to do exactly that, but then Rose startled me by turning the rest of the way over. Staring at her naked breasts wasn’t something I would’ve complained about, but then her eyes narrowed, and I noticed she was focused on my upper arm. Right where the scars were.
I froze.
The stinging smell of silver. The pain, as they cut me again and again. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, but always with scientific accuracy.
These weren’t wounds meant to hurt me. The pain was just a side effect of the scientists testing my healing capabilities. The things done to me weren’t done in anger, the same way a scientist aren’t angry at a lab-rat when they give the animal cancer.
My scars reflected that, and I wonder if Rose noticed how straight they were, how evenly spaced. Surgical. Her fingers tripped over the protruding tissue. The ridges of the texture were slightly irregular.
I couldn’t meet her eyes but gritted my jaw reflexively, just as I did when the scars had been made all those years ago, imagining her arms around me.
“You said you used to fight to get out of a bad situation. Are these from that?” she asked, her curiosity gentle but not
He grunted, slamming his hands against the wall behind us, so hard the bed scooted a couple inches backward. Again, he had shattered my soul into a million pieces. And not a single shard was afraid.
Chapter 15
DANIEL
I hadn’t slept all night.
Dawn snuck around Rose’s purple curtains and cast shy shadows across her floors all the way to her night-stand where a red alarm clock stood. Rose was curled up where she belonged, as the small spoon to my protective scalpel. I refused to think of myself as a big spoon. I was a much sharper tool. The scent of her and her even, calm breathing was enough to keep my cock half-hard.
Every so often she’d try to roll over, but my arms would encircle her, making sure she couldn’t go far. My inner lion should’ve been at peace, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn Humvee last night. Was I going crazy? Or had someone really followed us? Was it Lonan? Was GR Scientific the people who had captured me?
I nuzzled into her hair, trying use her scent to push away my inner lion’s suspicions and human fears. I’d been living with nothing to lose for so long I’d forgotten what fear even felt like. Oh, I had rules. Be polite. Lie. Hide. But those weren’t feelings, they were habits.
With Rose everything was raw. Being around her made time move in fits and starts. One moment I was burying my face into her hair, so wrapped in her scent that an hour ticked by on her retro alarm clock, the next it was squawking an un-charming wake-up call.
I swiped at it on instinct, sending it crashing to the ground. The carpeted floor didn’t muffle the collision enough to keep Rose from finally stirring.
“Twenty more minutes,” she moaned, throwing one arm over her head.
“It’s Saturday. Go back to bed.” I folded her arm into my embrace hoping to lull her to sleep.
“What time is it?” Rose brushed her thumbs over the corner of her eyes to dislodge the crusted sleep there.
“7:30.” I stole the time from the now probably broken clock on the floor. I’d buy her a new one that my inner lion didn’t think was an annoying bird.
“AM?” she squeaked.
I tucked the clock under her bed with a strategic kick.
Rose yawned, as if to prove my point. My lion couldn’t help but notice how adorable her un-sharp teeth were.
How does she eat even cooked meat with teeth that dull? my lion wondered curiously.
She rolled her shoulders, hands going up into a V as she stretched. Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t notice that I had to dodge and let go of her as her fist almost connected with my jaw.
Free of my arms, she managed to roll halfway over. Her brown eyes peaked out from her braids and her freckles looked particularly cute in the morning light. I wanted to kiss each of them.
I moved to do exactly that, but then Rose startled me by turning the rest of the way over. Staring at her naked breasts wasn’t something I would’ve complained about, but then her eyes narrowed, and I noticed she was focused on my upper arm. Right where the scars were.
I froze.
The stinging smell of silver. The pain, as they cut me again and again. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, but always with scientific accuracy.
These weren’t wounds meant to hurt me. The pain was just a side effect of the scientists testing my healing capabilities. The things done to me weren’t done in anger, the same way a scientist aren’t angry at a lab-rat when they give the animal cancer.
My scars reflected that, and I wonder if Rose noticed how straight they were, how evenly spaced. Surgical. Her fingers tripped over the protruding tissue. The ridges of the texture were slightly irregular.
I couldn’t meet her eyes but gritted my jaw reflexively, just as I did when the scars had been made all those years ago, imagining her arms around me.
“You said you used to fight to get out of a bad situation. Are these from that?” she asked, her curiosity gentle but not
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