Page 10 of Pretty Little Prey
But she would never see the dragon again. Forcing down the rising regret and sadness, she told herself it was for the best.
Finally, she exited the hotel. She ran right into a hard chest, nearly ricocheting off the man. Thankfully, his arms surrounded her and prevented a harsh fall. She looked up and made eye contact with striking green orbs. Green that swirled and swirled and…Pretty.
Her mind went blank as she stared into the eyes. There was a…a spiral in his eyes that just kept turning and turning. Churning. Her world tilted on her axis, her knees weakening.
“Very good,” the man purred. “Entranced so easily. You can’t look away, can you?”
A soft whimper escaped her. Why would she want to look away from such pretty eyes? Such pretty spirals. She wanted to fall deeper under their spell.
“Bastille, quit the hypnosis shit and help us figure out what room he’s in,” a random male voice said in the distance.
Everything sounded so far off as she stared into those pretty green eyes.
Then, the eyes darted away from hers, focusing on someone behind her.
She blinked. Spell broken. What the hell was that?
Fear spiked as she tried to walk around the stranger, but he blocked her from escaping him, keeping her caged in his arms. Maybe it was the fact that, moments ago, she had been denied her first earth-shattering orgasm, but his touch had her skin overheating and tingling for more.
What has gotten into me?It was like she was an animal in heat.
The more a prey is around predator shifters, the higher likelihood of her going into heat. She needed to get as far away as possible.
“He is in the penthouse,” the green-eyed man, called Bastille, remarked to the person behind her in the same tone as “Duh, you stupid idiot.” “King of the Light Onesanda dragon? He is materialistic narcissist central. Gotta be staying in the penthouse.”
Oh no. The men were looking for her dragon shifter?Notmydragon shifter,she corrected herself, shaking her head.
“Please let me go,” she squeaked out.
Bastille glanced back down at her in surprise, as if he forgot he still held onto her. Black hair, sexy slanted eyes, and a plush mouth. Bastille resembled the stereotypical motorcycle, black-leather-jacket-wearing bad boy all grown up. Traces of snake tattoos sprouted from under the neckline of his black shirt, stealing her attention.
She shivered as another wave of lust crashed over her. What was happening? Had the dragon triggered something in her and now she couldn’t stop thinking about being touched? Caressed… Stroked…
His lips thinned as he scanned her face.
“Let me go,” she requested again.
Bastille frowned at where his fingers encircled her arms, appearing lost in thought. “Why do I not want to?” Instead of sounding cocky or flirty, he sounded confused.
I so do not have time for this. Luna did the first thing that came to mind.
She slapped him.
The sound seemed to echo as the action shocked both of them. Bastille’s mouth fell open; his hands released her.
A loud masculine laugh came from behind her. “Daaaaammmnnn. Am I in love?”
“Is that briefcase basilisk leather?” another of the men asked. Basilisk? As in a snake shifter? She shivered in horror.
Luna then realized three large men surrounded her, including Bastille who looked like he could break through a brick wall with his muscular shoulders if he wanted to.
“What would a woman like you be doing with a basilisk skin briefcase?” Bastille asked.
Uh-oh. “Y-You can take it if you leave me alone,” she lied. She needed the money; no way would she part with it.
“Wait,” one of the men moved closer to her. The first thing she noticed was his red eyes. Doubleuh-oh. The tall, pale man licked his lips and tilted his head as he examined her. He moved so quickly, she had no time to react as he leaned in and nuzzled his face to her throat.
He hissed and pulled away, stating, “You smell like dragon.”
