Page 51 of Prey for Me

“So let’s get the fuck off this island…” I smirk, and peck his check, “my prince.”

“Not so fast, my princess,”

I turn to walk away, but his strong arms drag me to the ground before I can leave. I shudder, bare my neck, and then his fangs are in my neck.

“My omega,” Leo all but purrs as his fangs retract. Not into his mouth like some werewolf. No, his sharp canines simply pull out of the deep puncture would now overlapping Nakoa’s at the back of my neck.

The ferocity of Leo’s thrusts take me by surprise, unable to move as he hooks his powerful arms under my calves, clawing my ass. I’m a ball shaped for his pleasure as he rams inside of me, madness dancing in the forest green depths of his eyes. Like the dangerous jungle consuming the island, I’m terrified and transfixed by his gaze.

“My handsome hunter craves my heart,”

“And your cunt.”

Somehow they make that word sound right.

You’re my first. You’re my last. I want to make things right.

It is special to me.

I blush, the tingling in my cheeks unmistabkle.

You’re my first and my last.

Maybe all those years of isolation is finally forcing him to crack, because he reaches down and collars my throat, applying pressure on either side of my neck.

I want to scream in fear, but to my horror, I cry out in pleasure as he steals pieces of my breath away with each thrust and squeeze, until I’m utterly breathless and clenching down so hard my slick gushes around his knot and squirts onto the concrete floor.

“Yes, ah!” He moans, and I squirt again as only an omega can, whimpering as he releases my neck enough so I can breathe properly again. I know I’ll bruise but I don’t care. I crave it now.

“Cum for your alpha, princess,” he demands, and I do, as violently as he claims me.

I just fucked a man who killed so many men before my eyes. For a second time. I know in that fleeting moment of bliss that even if I survive this island, I’ll never truly escape. And now, untethered from the delusion that I ever will, I can admit to myself that I no longer do.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RAPHAEL

Eucalyptusandlavenderaremy favorite scents.

Nakoa reaches for my flask and I slap his hand away. He doesn’t ask who I’m waiting up for, who I’m getting shit faced over, because he already knows. He’s always known. I’ve always known. And no matter how much I fought, I raged, I rejected, or…

I lick the scar where Grace marked me. Yes, no matter how much I spat in the face of fate, somehow, someway, that bitch has found a way to get the last laugh. When Leo and Grace don’t return to base camp until after dark, I want to pretend to sleep. It only takes whiff of her to know what they’ve done. No words can describe the sense of hollowness I feel.

But then she’s gone, and so is another article of clothing. We haven’t said anything about it. But things have gone missing all over base camp. Especially this camp, the one we routinely circle back to near the falls. I follow her, wondering if this is how Leo get’s off. Their is something intoxicating about the chase, because who know if the hunt will be succeesufl.

Guess I’ll find out, I think as I trake her to the sunlit waters, the early morning dawn casting a orange glow over the island. Water ripples down my omega’s flushed skin, the remnants of her heat melting away. She glows in the sunlight, and I groan with desire, my alpha instincts on fire. She’s beautiful even when her face is a veil of righteous fury.

Sloppy thirds? I don’t care. I don’t care how much I have to debase myself anymore.

“Grace?” I ask, and

“What do you want?” she asks.

No wonder, no laughter, no hope. I knew what had to be done, and have never shied away from being the villain. But now I’m not so sure we should’ve have shown her the truth if it meant my omega would slowly fade away.

“You,” I say, mustering all the strength and courage and stupidity I have left in me. And yes, humility, the sliver still stored in my emotional bank.

“What did you say?” she asks me, getting whiplash as I shift in an instant from teasing to demanding.

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