Page 146 of Pretty Little Prey
She stuck her tongue out at Bastille before he suddenly appeared right in front of her, kneeling back on his legs on the mattress.
Her head was level to his crotch, but he directed her roughly with a, “Suck him off good, baby,” and guided her head back down to Nikolai’s engorged erection. She flattened the tip of her wet tongue against the aching head of his shaft. Nikolai’s groan reverberated right through her pulsing clit.
As she wrapped her lips around him and sucked, he devoured her pussy with even more urgency. It was difficult not to get lost in the sensations. Hard to focus on bobbing her head and licking and sucking when he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. The heat coiling and tightening inside her.
The first few months of being a prey with so many predator mates had been full of her heat—triggered by them. Eventually, her body lessened its pheromone production when it realized she was not going to leave these men and that sex almost every minute of every day, forever, was not maintainable. Much to her mates’ dismay.
Noticing her distraction again, Bastille chortled and lightly pushed on the back of her head, sweeping her hair to the side as he watched her take Nikolai’s cock in her lips. Bastille continued to apply more and more pressure to the base of Luna’s skull until Nikolai’s cock hit the back of her throat and she spluttered. Bastille was in the perfect position to observe as she looked up at him with watery eyes and moaned and gagged around the vampire’s dick.
Nikolai’s hips drove forward, nudging his length deeper in her mouth and throat. His satisfied grunts urged her on, as did his fervent lapping of his tongue between her legs.
“Fuck, you suck cock so well, lamb,” Bastille purred to her, massaging his fingers into the back of her neck as she deep-throated Nikolai. “Swallow his dick.”
She obeyed, her throat clamping down around his throbbing length. Nikolai groaned loudly, yet Sly and Kobe remained deep in sleep.
Bastille glanced over at them and snickered at something behind Luna’s head. “You do realize, Kobe can smell his mate’s arousal even in sleep? He’s currently fucking the mattress.” Bastille wished he had his phone to record the way Kobe slept on his stomach and grinded his morning erection into the bed. “Poor guy.”
She bobbed her head faster over Nikolai, sucking harder and taking him as deeply as she could. Tears prickled her eyes, but she ignored them.
“That’sit,” Bastille praised her in that low, rumbly voice she loved so much. “Taking it so well.” He rubbed a hand over the bulging crotch of his pants before ripping at the front of them.
Nikolai drove a finger into her pussy and curled it to rub her g-spot while still sucking her clit between his lips.
“Ugahugah,” she moaned out around his length as she came onto his mouth.
“Enough,” Bastille ordered, grabbed Luna by the hips, and redirected her body to face Nikolai’s.
Bastille positioned her onto her hands and knees over the vampire while Bastille lifted her, tilting her ass until his throbbing length prodded her wetness. His hand dug into her hair, pulling her head back roughly as he thrust inside her in one move.
Her passionate shriek at the sudden invasion woke Kobe from his sleep. The werewolf blinked his eyes open, glancing around and taking in the new scenery of Bastille fucking Luna from behind while Nikolai realigned his cock to her mouth.
“Look at how well our little slut takes her cocks in the morning,” Bastille purred as he gyrated his length inside her. “So fucking wet. Practically dripping down her thighs.”
A rumbling sound of approval came from Kobe as he leisurely laid back and stroked a hand over his dick, watching the show. Luna moaned as Nikolai breached her mouth once more, thrusting inside.
“Take him nice and deep,” Bastille instructed Luna while she sucked off the vampire.
She moved forward until she gagged on him, sucking and choking and licking. She reveled in the way Nikolai’s stomach muscles flexed and jumped when she did it.
Bastille’s harsh, uneven breaths caressed her ear as he drilled his cock inside her tight pussy. Again and again. Rough. Hard. Fast. Taking his fill of her. His hand slapped down on her ass, and he groaned at the way her cheeks pinkened and jiggled for him. “Such a perfect fucking slut for us.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned around Nikolai’s cock. Something about the vibration drove him wild. She watched, rapt, as a half-lidded blissed-out expression claimed his face. The vampire shot forward, bucking his hips with an erratic rhythm until he grunted, fisted her hair, and came with a loud groan.
At the sound of another male groan, she glanced over to see Kobe biting his lip and jerking himself off while he watched her swallow. She took her time, licking her lips as Kobe performed long, rough tugs on himself.
Bastille’s hand came down on her ass again. The sharp sting of his palm changed to hot pleasure as he massaged the area. He kept pounding into her, spearing against the inner spots few could reach and tease quite like he could. He grated with each thrust, “So—fucking—good.”
“I’m gone for fifteen damn minutes.” Daxton’s voice filtered through from the doorway of the grand bedroom. He shook his head, slipping the golden crown from his hair and placing it onto the table beside Luna’s.
Bastille tossed a bored expression over his shoulder toward Daxton as he fucked Luna within an inch of her life. “Sounds like your problem.”
Rolling his eyes, Daxton strode forward, already reaching for the buttons on his pants. “Did our little mate wake up needy again?”
“When is she evernotneedy?” Bastille teased her by slowing his thrusts. She mewled her discontentment. “Thankfully, I’m here to give her greedy pussy what it needs. Why don’t you go handle more ‘kingdom business?’”
Daxton stripped himself in a matter of seconds, stalking to the bed. “If you’re going to use that fucking mouth, use it on our mate.”
Bastille smirked but tightened his grip on Luna’s waist and turned them on the bed, so she faced Bastille and sat atop him. With his cock still inside her, he bent forward and cupped one of her breasts, kneading her tit and laving his smooth tongue over the pink tip and teasing it. “Mmm, there’s that hard little nipple.” When he began to suckle, her hips naturally rocked, grinding her clitoris on the base of him.
