Page 20 of Pretty Little Prey
Alpha pheromones licked up her bare arms and up the curves of her legs. An invisible sexy smoke that hovered over her, vibrating against her body and turning her on within seconds.
How was he producing so much? What strong emotion was he feeling to produce such thick waves of pheromones?
Her stomach twisted. Her core clenched. She stumbled, clutching onto the countertops. She hoped to Gods Kobe did not notice the little jerks of her hips, her body seeking pressure. Seekingthrusts.
The dragon had gotten her so close hours ago, and she had not orgasmed in so long. Not to mention how the longer she stayed around these predator shifters, the bigger the chance she could go into heat. She had never before needed to worry about her heat. It only occurred if a prey had prolonged contact with predators, serving as a “defense” mechanism. It was meant to draw predators to her and “entice” them to protect her rather than kill her—as was in their nature, considering Rohan.
If she went into heat, these men would figure out what she was: a rare prey.They could kill me or eat me. And if her heat started…they would fuck her. The predators and her would be overcome with lust—not being able to fight it.
“B-Back away,” she said.
Kobe growled, “No. I must prove to you I will not hurt you. You must not fear me, Moonbeam.”
More of his alpha scent flooded her nostrils. Her toes curled. The junction between her thighs dewed with moisture. The dragon had kept her panties, so she had nothing there to catch her wetness. If she kept breathing in his alpha scent, if he kept looking at her like he would do anything for her, her arousal might start dribbling between her legs.
What would he do if he noticed?Lap up her wetness with his tongue?
“I don’t want you near me,” she yelled at him, his pheromones pounding into her brain and coating it in a horny fog.
This time, his flinch was all the more pained. When the large man recovered, he lost his tenderI-just-want-to-helpfaçade and moved his face incredibly close to hers. Trying to intimidate her? But there was no coldness in his expression—only hot desire.
She fanned herself.
“You, sit,” the wolf told her. “Now.” This was a side of him she had not yet seen.
Hard. Stubborn. Dominating.
Sexy alpha.
But she denied his request. “I’m hungry.”
“I will make you food.” The wolf pounded a hand to his chest, over his heart. “Iwill provide for you. Sit and rest. I will bring you food.”
She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I don’t want steak.”
“I will make you a grilled cheese.”
Grilled…cheese? Had his alpha scent just gotten stronger or was her arousal spiking?
Her mouth watered at the prospect of melted cheese over toasted, buttery bread.Stay calm or your prey pheromones might come out to play.
“Sit. Now.” The wolf stared right into her eyes, daring her to disobey him and suffer the consequences. What would he do? Spank her?
Oh Gods, now his pheromones were messing with her brain.
She stepped over to where a stool sat beside the kitchen island counter.
“You’re, uh, making me food?” She struggled to understand him. Wolves were selfish, violent creatures. Was he planning to feed her to fatten her up so he would have more to devour later?Once he realizes I am prey, yes.
Kobe cooked in silence, but never went more than a couple of minutes without gazing at her.
The predator watches me as he cooks. Because she reminded him of food?
I need to get out of here.
Breathing through her mouth to wane off some of the alpha-induced lust, she relaxed into the stool, cautiously watching him. His muscular back stretched the fabric of his fitted, navy-blue shirt. The cords of his forearms became more noticeable as he flexed and moved around the stovetop.
Just as Kobe finished searing both sides of the grilled cheese sandwich, Bastille strode into the kitchen along with Nikolai and Sly.
