Page 124 of Pretty Little Prey
Daxton scoffed in offense. “Excuse me?”
“Your castle is full of outdated notions of dark shifters and vampires. I remember what it was like to live here.” Bastille focused back on Luna. “Has anyone attacked you?” The genuine concern shook her.
She swallowed dryly and replied, “Not other than some hair-pulling by a feisty hairdresser.”
Bastille nodded but still appeared sullen.
“We will speak of this hairdresser later.” Daxton promised Luna, “She will be punished for hurting you.”
“It could have been an accident—”
“She will be punished for hurting you,” Daxton told her before looking back at Bastille. “I’m surprised you’re still here, Bastille. Do you plan to stay for the wedding?”
Bastille cracked one of his knuckles before replying, “We both know she is my mate as well.”
“I see no claiming bite on her.” A claiming bite was when a predator bit its mate. Even when the mark healed, all unmated shifters could see the woman was unavailable. Like an invisible “Do Not Touch” sign.
Bastille grated, “She got taken from us before I could do so.”
“Hmm, the same happened to me several days ago—my mate taken hostage by my enemies—but now I have her back.” Daxton smirked. “And I shall remedy the lack of the claiming mark tonight.”
Luna rolled her eyes at the show of testosterone but froze at the sudden animosity that washed over Bastille’s features.
His eyes flashed black. “Bite her tonight and I’ll kill you,” he threatened.
Conrad took a step forward, but Daxton threw a hand up for him to stay back.
“She is my fiancé. It is my duty to complete the bond with a claiming bite.”
Bastille shot back, “You’d ‘claim’ a vampire?”
“The witches will fix her soon.”
Fix her. There was that word again. Luna’s eyebrow twitched as she tried not to noticeably flinch.Can no one accept me as I am?
“Fix her?” Bastille repeated, releasing a disgusted sound in between a snort and a scoff. “She is perfection in any form.”
“I was not implying that she isn’t. But she doesn’t want to be a vampire—”
“Have you askedherthat?”
Luna rolled her eyes. So now Bastille wanted to act like he cared what Luna wanted?
“You have no business telling me how I should interact with my mate. I have satisfied her just fine on my own so far.”
“Satisfied her?” Bastille bit out and narrowed his deadly gaze on the dragon. “You’ll never be able to pleasure her the way she needs. You can thrust your dragon dick inside her all you want, but she’ll be thinking of me when she comes.”
Bastille smiled and continued, “We had her screaming for us and moaning with every breath. Our mate likes her hair pulled and her throat held. We were about to get her ready to take three cocks at one time—”
Daxton shot forward, appearing right in front of Bastille. Glaring menacingly, Daxton grated, “Say another word about her like that and you’ll be a pile of ash.”
Bastille shrugged, indifferent to the king. “Say another word about how she prefers multiple men to tend to her at once like the greedy little thing she is? Or maybe how absolutely soaked her pussy was when I fucked her with a finger up her ass—”
Daxton pulled his elbow back, ready to throw a punch, but Nikolai quickly caught his arm and prevented the hit. Conrad stepped forward to stop Nikolai.
“Enough,” Luna hissed.
Her scandalized whisper did nothing to scold the men.
