Page 15 of Pretty Little Prey
But her body had shivered at the liquid’s touch.
And her white blouse had grown transparent.
Bastille dug his nails into his palms as he watched two firm points form and stiffly poke the see-through fabric. Her white lace bra was visible. As was the dusky pink shade of her nipples.
Fuck, those perfect, suckable nipples.
His cock twitched behind his dark jeans, shocking him. He had not grown aroused in a long time. Cold-blooded shifters had no inkling for sex—that desire was replaced with bloodlust—yet, he had an erection over theoutlineof her breasts.
I’ve gone mad, he thought to himself. Aroused for the first time in a century over this clothed mystery woman?How inconvenient. How unexpected.
How annoying.
A little breathy noise came from between her lush lips, the pink pillows of flesh pursing on a silent sigh. Her chest moved up and down with her soft breaths, chafing her hardened nipples against her wet bra and white blouse. The dusky tips tightened before his eyes.
I want to suck them. Just a soft suckling.
Lave one with my tongue.
“BLANKET,” Bastille yelled. She needed to be covered. Immediately. No more nipple gazing for him. No more distractions.
Seconds later, Nikolai and Kobe barged through the doorway, both of them fighting to step inside the office first. Nikolai held a thin blanket. Kobe held seven various coverings ranging from thin to thick, from wool to fuzzy fluff.
“Is she cold?” Kobe asked, his question rumbling with desperation to warm her.
Sly stuck his head inside the room and grinned when he saw the transparent white blouse. “Did you guys have a wet T-shirt contest?”
Bastille took a mental note:I will punch him later. “I thought water would wake her up,” Bastille replied.
“It woke uppartof her,” Sly joked.
The three men glared at him.
“What? What did I say?”
Kobe’s hungry gaze locked onto her chest and moved over her neck and face. “Perfect,” he whispered. Kobe sounded entranced, and Bastille knew better than anyone what that sounded like.
“Shit man, get control of yourself,” Sly cursed, looking at Kobe’s sweatpants.
The thin, gray cotton material did nothing to hide the growing bulge between Kobe’s legs. Kobe clenched his fists and glared down at himself. His erection appeared painfully hard. “I…can’t control it.”
“Take a walk,” Bastille said, ice in his tone as jealousy prickled the back of his neck.Kobe wants her. Too bad,he can’t have her.
Once Kobe and Sly left the room, Bastille focused back on waking the woman. Nikolai leaned back in the corner of the room, crossing his arms. The vampire was always content to observe.
Instead of ordering him to leave, Bastille thought begrudgingly, Best not to be alone with her.
“Wake up,” he demanded.
The woman did not obey, still slumped over from fainting.
“I know something that might work,” Nikolai offered.
Bastille was about to ask him his idea, but Nikolai moved with super vampiric speed. One moment, he stood in the corner of the small office. The next, he leaned over the woman and dragged his tongue from the bottom of her neck to her chin, licking her throat. His fangs flashed just before Bastille launched him off her. Nikolai’s body slammed into the walled bookshelf, shaking the many leather-bound pieces of literature.
“You’re not fucking biting her!”
Shaking himself off, Nikolai rubbed the back of his neck after being thrown into the sturdy bookshelf. “Why not?”
