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Her breath hitched. “Excuse me?”
“You thought I was shaming you for letting him pleasure you, but maybe I just want the same chance. You act disgusted by me, but I bet if I kneeled between your quivering legs, I’d find you slick, soaked, for me. Wouldn’t I?”
“Incorrect.”
“No? You’re sure?” He leaned down, pressing his mouth to her throat as he ran his tongue up the length of her neck, flicking against the exact erogenous zone there. “Maybe I want to see what a good girl the dragon’s mate can be for me. Maybe I want your thighs to clamp and quiver around my head as I devour your swollen clit. Maybe I want to watch your eyes roll back in your pretty little head when the pleasure of my cock overwhelms you.”
Her body jolted and quaked as a muffled moan poured from her lips.
“Look at you, already trembling for touch. So responsive. You like dirty words purred in your ear, don’t you?” Keeping his face to the delicate curve of her throat, he…inhaled her.
Shit!What if she was emitting pheromones? “I NEED A BATH,” she shouted, shoving him back. The truth was, his tantalizing words had made her wet enough that she worried she might leave a stain on the kitchen chair.
If he scents that I’m a prey… “I stink,” she stated just as loudly and awkwardly as her previous shout.
Bastille frowned at the change in her.
“I need a bath,” she demanded again.
He rubbed a hand over the lower half of his face before he replied, “Sorry, Princess. We don’t have a porcelain tub here for you in this cabin in the woods. No bath bombs or bubbles.”
“A shower, then. Now.” She needed to scrub her skin raw until the scent of her arousal was gone. Until any chance of emitting pheromones was annihilated.
Tilting his head, Bastille stared at her in curiosity. After a quick moment of what appeared to be deep thought, Bastille dropped his hold on the back of her chair, causing it to tilt back to the floor with an audible bang, jolting her upright.
He turned on his heel and walked down the hallway, gesturing behind him to a closed door. “Bathroom is there. Try not to use up all the hot water masturbating to the thought of my tongue on your needy little clit.”
Chapter 10
Luna quickly stripped off her dirty, torn work uniform in the privacy of the bathroom. Steam poured from around the shower curtain as she prepped for a much-needed cleaning. She had wondered for a moment, when Bastille led her to the bathroom, whether he would stay there with her and watch her shower. He’d had this intense, possessive expression on his face. When he had left, the expression had turned sad and full of longing.
She shook her head to get rid of the image.Just because he is asexymonster does not make himnota monster.
Her attraction to him was just due to prey instincts, of course. His dominating presence and dirty words did nothing to help dampen the arousal she felt around him. She needed to eliminate her prey pheromones if she did not want them to realize what she was.
She had worked on controlling her pheromones over the years—mental exercises, overworking/exhausting herself, and scrubbing her skin helped. But lust over sexy alphas had never been a factor.What if I go into heat around them?
Even now, stepping under the hot water, the tension in her abdomen did not wane. If she dared to touch herself now, they might smell her. Her pussydrippedfrom Bastille’s words. His power was just so…delicious. Decadent. Dark and dangerous. He had an arrogant, sinister confidence that should have scared her—yet, instead, it frustratingly made her crave him more. She had never craved someone like this before.
She wanted the basilisk, so how was she the dragon’s mate?Oh Gods, I’m a slut.
The water streamed from the showerhead and pressed wet kisses against her hard, tingling nipples. Her small hands crept up, up, to cup her breasts.No!If she touched herself, any scent she left would linger in the small bathroom.No way to take the edge off.
I need to calm the heck down and stop imagining the basilisk holding my throat as he fucks me against a wall.She needed to scrub her skin raw. Abrasion to the skin or a serious injury could mute her prey pheromones for a time. It had something to do with her supernatural healing not being as fast as predators’ healing. If she were shot, she could die. If a vampire or basilisk were shot, they might laugh it off.I need to remember who I am dealing with. In her life, she had found that those who had the highest pain tolerance often enjoyed doling out the most pain.
She needed to cause herself pain to control her pheromones, but the vampire would scent blood.
She grabbed a loofah and a bottle of body wash, trying not to think about which guy it belonged to. Biting back whimpers of pain, she scrubbed at her skin with a male body wash that smelled way too good and scrubbed and scrubbed until the layer of her skin left was something pink that stung when the air touched it.
Her body would be too focused trying to heal itself instead of releasing any kind of pheromone.
For extra effect, she turned the hot water off and jolted her body with freezing liquid that burned at her raw over-sensitized skin.
When she finally stepped out of the shower, each step caused a little spike of pain. She would have to keep doing things like this until she managed to escape them.
I have to escape them.
She wrapped a towel around herself and glanced at her tattered uniform.Isodo not want to put that back on.
