Page 24 of Pretty Little Prey
Bastille’s eyes narrowed on her, the edges of his mouth turning down in anger. “You were horny, so you let a stranger at a hotel eat you out?”
“Is this the part where you slut shame me?”
His lips pursed, sipping in a small breath.
She had surprised him again. Good. Trying to get back the upper hand in the conversation, she added, “He was good at it too.”
Those dark eyebrows rose again. “Was he?” The two words sounded like a death threat.
“A real talent if you ask me.” Did she sound confident? She hoped so. Maybe he would stop asking her about the dragon and let her go now. “His future mate will beveryhappy. Unlike yours, filled with disappointment.”
Bastille’s palm slapped hard against the top of the table, startling Luna.
The sound seemed to echo as they sat there in uncomfortable silence.
Those alpha predator pheromones were rolling off him in thick invisible clouds, clogging her lungs. Such potent, dominant masculinity. Virility. The man was infuriating but damn sexy.
He said evenly, “I can assure you, my future mate will not be disappointed with my skillful tongue.”
She cleared her throat. “Oh?”
“You want to know something dragons and basilisks have in common?” he asked before opening his mouth and showing her. “Forked tongues.”
Bastille’s tongue transformed in front of her very eyes—growing long and thick, separating at the tip. A normal-sized snake tongue was small and thin, but the sheer thickness—the breathtaking girth—of Bastille’s tongue insinuated just how big his basilisk form must be.Huge freaking snake.
Bastille flicked out his long, wide tongue, and it fluttered in such a way that mesmerized her. He spoke slowly, “I could vibrate my tongue directly over yoursssensitivelittle clit. I could curl it inside you while I fuck you with it. Tell me, did the dragonussseanytrickssslike that on you?”
Luna’s heart beat loudly in her ears; more blood rushed to her face. The room had gone thick with electricity, and, as a result, she found herself fighting her arousal. She blamed the predator pheromones, of course. And the way that tongue flicked and vibrated in the air. The fast rhythm of a hummingbird’s wings.What would it feel like against my clit?
She needed to calm down. As long as the men did not trigger her heat, there was hope of her getting out of this without them knowing she was a prey.
As long as they did not scent her prey heritage through a spike of emotion, such as arousal. She needed to cool off. Fast.
Bastille leaned forward again, laying a hand on the table. He brushed his thumb back and forth over the wood. Back and forth. She couldn’t help imagining that consistent stroking between her legs.
He fueled the raging sensual fire as he said, “Even without my talented tongue, I could make a woman come for me on command.”
“O-Oh, really?” she questioned.
“Would you like me to demonstrate?” Bastille moved too quickly for her to see until he loomed directly over her.
He grabbed the back of her chair and tipped her back until she had no choice but to lock gazes with him. Instantly, his green eyes became…coils. Coils that twisted and spun. Spirals. Pretty spirals. Her thoughts were silenced.Nothing matters but the spirals.
Luna mindlessly stared into them, helpless to look away. Hypnotized instantly.
“When I put you under a trance, I can make you come without even touching you. You wouldn’t be able to fight the compulsion. I could just say ‘come’ and you’d obey, wouldn’t you?”
Those spirals stole every one of her thoughts as she repeated back to him in a monotone, “I would obey.”
“I could tell your pussy to get wet for me. To ache for me. And what would you do?”
She whispered, lost in his eyes, “Obey.”
Bastille blinked, and the hypnotic spirals faded away. Luna was left staring at his cocky face as he smirked.
She scoffed, coughing a few times. “As if I would be turned on by you.” As much as she hated to admit it, shewasturned on by him.
“You were horny enough to let the dragon taste you after less than one hour.” His lips curled sinisterly. “I wonder how long it would take you to beg for my cock.”
