Page 45 of Prey for Me

And now that the stars have aligned, I will do anything to protect our bond.

Nakoa!

Leo’s booming voice carries over then wind before we can go any further. Without a word, we exchange a knowing look. Our seclusion has come to an end.

She twirls her mask in the light with a solemn expression, bathed in moonlight. I bite back the compliment I so desperately want to say, as well as the urge to finally remove her tattered black dress and dump it where it belongs. Trash should never cover any omega, let alone my omega.

But I don’t make my thoughts known, doing my best to maintain a neutral expression. Grace doesn’t respond well to anything other than being fucked and being left alone to stew in her thoughts.

Why rabbits and foxes.

I shrug.

Some rich bastards were into throwing animal themed costumes parties back when Providence was a vacation spot.And it kind of stuck. Like a local tradition only it’s a few years old, not centuries.

She nods slowly.

So what, a bunch of nudist foxes cornered the bunnies.

I smile at that, before quickly masking it with the mask I’ve learned to wear around her.

Nakoa?

Who knows. For us it was humiliation ritual.

She doesn’t ask me to elaborate. Grace is smart enough to know what used to happen to alphas and betas forced to wear the mask.

No omegas. No women either. For what?

Years.

She frowns at this, before chucking the mask over the side of the cliff.

We watch as it flutters on the wind, before landing face up in a pool of water below created by yet another waterfall.

Sorry to litter. But I figure this place is already a dump.

I don’t mention that it’s also our home. Why bother? She’ll come to terms with it soon enough.

Standing up abruptly, Grace walks beside me, before stepping in front. I stare up at her, and before I know it my hands are gripping her smooth thighs.

Her scent. Her fucking scent is driving me wild.

Grace? I murmur, choking on my own salvation like a damn dog.

Since you seem the most determined to make small talk with me, how about you put your mouth to better use.

I’m still in heat.

She’s insatiable, and I have a sinking suspicion I know why. But I bury it deep down inside, clutch her hips, and lift her until she’s settled in place.

I’ll gladly allow her to take out all her frustration by riding my face, if only to ignore what’s blossoming between all of us.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

GRACE

Truly,Idon’tknowwhat possessed me to demand a feral alpha allow me to ride his face. A feral alpha that has the capacity to crush my mind with a flick of his wrist at that. But I’m more surprised by how eager Nakoa is to let me do it. The thought he can taste himself inside me shouldn’t make me clench my thighs around his head harder, but it does.

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