Page 21 of Pretty Little Prey
“Is the princess settling in?” Bastille mocked her, speaking to her in a harsher way than he had before. Just because he found out she was the dragon’s mate? Did he hate the dragon so much? “You do realize Kobe is not your servant?” Bastille asked her in a condescending voice that reminded her of the rude hotel guests who left her a fifty-cent tip and a snide remark about how she should have gone to college if she wanted to make real money.
Luna scowled and ground her teeth at that. Yet another example of a predator looking down on a prey—though he did not know what she was.Alphas are assholes. Exhibit A.
First, the wolf had scolded her into sitting down and letting him cook for her. Now she was being scolded for letting him?
Kobe ignored his friend as he plated a piping hot grilled cheese and walked it over to her. He slowly laid it down in front of her. She reached for it, but he gently swatted her hands away. Confused, she blinked up at him.
He lifted half of the sandwich to his lips andblew on itfor her, cooling it. He then held it out for her to take a bite. He wanted to feed her like a pet?
“I can feed myself,” she grated, anger and hurt pride leaking from her.
Still, her prey instincts purred at being taken care of by this man,damn it.Prey instincts were to cater to predators. To be meek and submissive. Luna had learned the hard way to never be those things again.
Kobe grunted and continued holding the amazing-looking sandwich before her lips. “Just a little bite, Moonbeam.”
Leaning forward and eating from the wolf’s hand had to be some kind of trick.He wants me to trust him. And thus, she was even more suspicious.
She glared. “Are you going to make airplane noises while feeding me?”
“Would that make you eat?” he asked. “You are thin. Want to feed you.”
But she knew more than anyone that wolves always had ulterior motives. “Maybe I like being thin.” Her stomach was rude enough to growl, announcing her as a liar.
Kobe narrowed his eyes on her, silently daring her to eat.
“Maybe I’m hungry for something else,” she attempted a soft growl, trying to sound threatening.
Instead, she sounded suggestive. Like what she meant was that she was hungry forhim. Damn it.
Kobe’s eyes blazed as he stared at her with more intensity than she previously knew was possible. The back of her neck began to sweat, and her thighs clenched together in reaction.
“I—I meant, I’m hungry for freedom,” she said.
He pushed the sandwich closer to her lips. Gods, it smelledso good. “Eat, Moonbeam.”
Sly watched the interaction, amused. “Should I be jealous that Kobe hasn’t hand-fed me before?”
Kobe moved the grilled cheese right in front of her lips, but her stubbornness peaked and she quickly dodged it.
“You havegotto be kidding.” Bastille gaped at them. His angry green eyes darkened to a vicious emerald. “Of course, the dragon’s mate is a spoiled little princess just like him. Sorry, we don’t have any lobster for you. Melted cheese on bread must be beneath you—”
Luna’s face shot forward as she took a bite from what Kobe offered her. She had been unable to resist any longer. After going so long without, she could not imagine any meal being of greater luxury than this homemade grilled cheese.
“Mmmmmm.” A broken moan clawed out of her throat and echoed around the kitchen, seeming to bounce off each wall and shiny metal appliance.
She could not help it. After being around alphas for hours now, tired from having worked all day cleaning hotel rooms, and indulging in a bite of pure cheesy perfection, Luna’s moan rang out, loud and clear andloud.
As she slowly chewed, cooing noises of pleasure came from her and she forgot where she was. Forgot who was watching her.
Forgot that predators had just heard her overtly sexual noise.
Chapter 9
All of the men froze at the sound of her moan.
Kobe’s shaft was stiff as it pressed against the seam of his sweatpants. He had been hard since the first moment he breathed in his mate’s scent. It acted as an aphrodisiac, awakening every part of him.
She moaned around another bite of the sandwich.
