Page 22 of Pretty Little Prey
He had fed his mate.Providedfor her. Happiness infiltrated him. He wouldalwaysprovide for her.
Meanwhile, Bastille’s jaw ticked with barely controlled rage. The sound of the strange woman’s pleasure…did something to him. Each little lush sound gripped at his chest and squeezed around his internal organs—like a boa constrictor hugged his ribcage.
His heart pounded harder than ever before. As a cold-blooded basilisk, Bastille’s heart never quickened past a slow, constant beat. This was brand new to him. She was brand new.
And she’s the dragon’s mate, Bastille thought. Which meant, according to the prophecy, she was also his.
His dick twitched beneath his pants when she again moaned throughanotherbite of the sandwich. Bastille glanced over at the other men, and his anger spiked higher at the way all three of them stared at Luna—with unconcealed lust.
Bastille yanked a chair back from the table, allowing the scraping sound to interrupt the moment. “Enough,” he demanded loudly. “You moan over simple food?”
She blinked, pulling away from where Kobe held the grilled cheese sandwich for her. Pressing her pretty pink lips together, she glared at Bastille.
“We know it can’t tastethatgood,” Bastille added. “The fake moans are obnoxious.”
“I’m sure you’re used to women faking moans around you,” Luna said, carefully taking time with each word. “But mine are real.”
“Over a sandwich?”
“It’s areally goodsandwich,” she shot back, maintaining eye contact with Bastille as she leaned forward and took a huge bite from the grilled cheese. The challenge was obvious.
A tiny woman was challenging the king of the Dark Ones.
A dab of melted cheddar clung to the edge of her lips. This time, as she chewed, her back arched and her eyes rolled back, her expression going slack. A loud moan escaped her trembling lips, “Mmmmm.”
Fucking orgasmic.
Kobe echoed her moan with a soft one of his own, a low rumble matching the sound of thunder. The werewolf was clearly taken with her. Why did that make Bastille so fucking mad?
She defiantly took another bite, practically swallowing Kobe’s fingers in the process. Her tongue flicked against his fingertips; the smooth pink flesh dragged against his skin. Bastille knew all of his men were captivated by the appearance of that wet, flexing little tongue. Probably imagining it running over their cocks, circling the head. Flicking the hypersensitive slit at the tip to catch all of the glistening pre-cum.Damn it. Bastille’s hands fisted at his sides once more.
The werewolf let out a broken groan at watching Luna and maneuvered a hand down to his lap to shift his erection in his sweatpants.
Fuck. Bastille slammed a solid fist to the table, rattling the salt and pepper shakers and startling them all. “Everyone out. Everyone but her.” As a king, Bastille was used to people immediately following his orders, but the hesitation shown by the three of them stunned him. Kobe, Sly,andNikolai. “Out. Now!”
Kobe glared at his king and let out a wolfish growl.
Disobeying his king? Over a woman?
Bastille’s eyes flashed threateningly, and Kobe quickly looked down, breaking eye contact. The werewolf knew basilisks were capable of several things when they made direct eye contact: hypnosis, petrification, and death.
“I wish to talk to her alone,” Bastille commanded.
Sly and Nikolai slowly strode out of the kitchen, leaving them.
Kobe stood from the table and approached Bastille, still only looking at the man’s chin instead of his eyes. Before leaving as instructed, Kobe had the audacity to tell his king, “Do not hurt or scare my Moonbeam.”
Pet names already? Bastille shook his head in disgust.
Once alone, he focused back on Luna, who practically inhaled the rest of the sandwich. That hungry?She truly is thin. We’ll need more groceries… Bastille stopped his train of thought.No, she’ll be out of here in no time. Hell, he would throw her out himself. The dragon’s mate was no friend of his. It did not matter if she was supposedly Bastille’s mate as well.
Bastille took a seat across from her as she feigned indifference toward him. He interlocked his fingers on the table and leaned forward. “You are the dragon’s mate,” he said.
She shrugged as she licked her finger and trailed it along the plate to get any of the crumbs.That sexy little tongue. “So you tell me.”
“Are your loyalties with him? Do you love him?”
She snorted. “I knew the man for less than an hour.” Though, the indifference left her face as she gazed dreamily at her empty plate. “He was…kind.”
