Page 57 of Prey for Me

Water drips down his clavicle, and I want so badly to reach for it, to run my tongue against the screaming skull tattooed onto his neck and bite hard enough that he bleeds. So hard I can pretend I’ve claimed a piece of his soul, like he’s claimed mine.

But I’m not foolish enough to even pretend a mere omega can be anything other than—

What did you just say?

Don’t make me beg.

As if you would.

I would for you.

Then beg.

He slides down my chest, my nipples pebbling from the contact as well as the cold rain.

“Please,” he whispers before kissing my inner thigh again with reverence, “spread your legs.”

I take him by surprise when my lips collide with his in a passionate kiss. My alpha’s masculine scent floods my heat-stricken mind, salt, sun, and sand soothing my soul.

He groans against my trembling lips, pulling away to trail kisses along his claim, a bite mark embedded in my neck.

“What do you desire, my omega?” he asks.

I go on tiptoes and whisper into his ear, “You.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

RAPHAEL

Itrytoquietthestorm of my emotions to focus on the explosion of sickly sweet cum coating my lips, unable to stop myself after she turns my drunken confession back on me. But I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about the timid smile on her lips. About the way Grace smiled at me as if I were more than a parasite she couldn’t get rid of, a nuisance she can’t shake.

My little white rabbit looked at me as if I meant the world for a split second, and it shattered me, and ripped my heart out in the process.

And I know exactly what this feeling is. I can deny it until I’m breathless, just as she is riding my face as she takes control of her pleasure. But it won’t change the fact that what I feel for my omega…

What I’m feeling for Grace…

“You taste divine,” I murmur, kissing her slit before I push my tongue in since she still denies me her lips. I can’t focus on my feelings when I need to focus on making her cum.

“No I don’t, flirt,” she teases and I almost bust in my pants like some naive, newly risen alpha going through his first rut.

Or as close to something heavenly in this never ending, unforgiving hell,I think, as I run my tongue in slow circles around her clit, two fingers stroking in and out of her soaked slit. But I won’t say that.

Her pussy clenches impossibly tight with each stroke of my tongue. I relish the tremble of her belly, and the spasms that rock her breasts as I pick up the pace. The more I turn her on, the harder it is to stop myself from claiming her, from leaving my mark where it truly belongs. Instead, I keep leaving impressions of my fangs and teeth in her inner thigh after each time she cums, biting harder each time to stop myself from biting her neck.

What if I ask her to be my mate?

That rogue thought gives me pause, and I chuckle as my omega whines low in her throat, arching towards me. Begging, she always begs for more now, but never for what I want her to beg for.

“You like it,” I ask, licking up her slick.

“Love it,” she whimpers, and my heart aches.

I freeze before spreading her wider so I can dive in. I want to hear her say it again. I just want to pretend she means she loves me. What the fuck am I going to do, sob while I’m eating pussy? At the rate I’m going, I just might.

She squirms as I coax my finger into her tightest hole. I can’t wait until she squirts now. Maybe I’ll finally take her ass so I can focus on something else other than breeding her womb. I’m mindful of what Nakoa hinted at before we left the lighthouse and docks for the prison proper, too.

The thought of Grace getting pregnant while we’re still trapped on the island fills me with dread. I know the chances are slim. We’re poisoned after all, tainted, fallen. Whatever wordis more poetic to say, we’ve been lab rats in a decades-long experiment for Leo, and just over ten years for Nakoa and me. We should be shooting blanks, no matter how many times we pump her pussy full of our cum. But the worry nags at me, forcing me to hesitate enough to consider a second option.

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