Page 27 of Pretty Little Prey
My woman finally stands before me, and I do not hold her? She does not sit on my lap?It was unheard of for a wolf to not be in constant contact with his mate. The protective urges were unlike anything Kobe had ever felt before.Will die for her.Willkillfor her.Want to hold her.
“I will sleep with you, Moonbeam,” Kobe grunted. He still stood only two feet from his mate, who wore nothing but a damp towel. Her wet white-blond hair was slicked back, giving the men their first clear view of her smooth, round face. Long light lashes framed big gray-blue eyes. Skin like coffee creamer. A nose that reminded Kobe of a button. Plush pink lips he imagined smashing to his own in a powerful kiss.
Beautiful.So beautiful, it hurts.
“I repeat,” she said. “I will not besleepingwith anyone.”
“You put extra emphasis on ‘sleeping,’” Sly pointed out. “Are you meaning that sex is out of the picture? What about cuddling? Or staring dreamily into each other’s eyes all night long? Or anal?”
Luna’s jaw dropped, leaving her gaping there.
My mate fears anal?Kobe wondered.
Nikolai smirked at her reaction. “He is joking,” the vampire assured her. “About the cuddling.”
With a straight face, Sly said, “I never joke about anal.”
“No sex,” she stressed.
“What about second base?” Sly asked.
“No touching,” she replied, crossing her arms over the towel, still holding Kobe’s shirt.
“Tell us, Princess,” Bastille leaned back in his chair and let his hot gaze work over every part of Kobe’s mate as he asked, “What do you have against sleeping in the same room as one of us? Considering you let the dragon eat your pussy after less than one hour of knowing him.”
Sly choked out a snort. Meanwhile, Kobe and Nikolai froze, trying to absorb this new information.
My mate likes the dragon?Hurt sank into Kobe’s heart.Will make her like me too. Maybe licking between her legs was the way to secure her heart. Kobe was talented at that.
Bastille smirked at Luna, who blushed furiously and glared at him.
“Do you have a reason for making me sound like a slut in front of your friends?” She clearly feigned confidence—the predators could tell by her racing heartbeat and the slight crack in her voice that her feelings were hurt.
With his impossible, paranormal speed, Bastille appeared in front of her, getting around Kobe somehow. The basilisk king wrapped a hand around Luna’s throat, and she gasped in his grip. He held her in that threatening stance, and Luna instinctively raised both hands to cover Bastille’s, to try to pull his fingers from her delicate throat.
Without Luna’s grip on the towel around her, the fabric slipped and fell to the floor, leaving her damp and bare.
Everyone went still. The silence was deafening.
She shivered, the movement shaking her round breasts as the men stared at her. Bastille blocked most of the men’s gazes, so Sly, Nikolai, and Kobe all took a step or two to peer around their king and see…her.
Deliciously naked with little trails of water droplets licking down her smooth body.
Kobe’s wolf rose in him and growled a single thought through his mind.
MINE.
Chapter 11
Luna gasped for breath even though Bastille merely cupped her throat—he was not applying enough pressure to threaten her airway. But his stance dominated her, leaving her breathless.
There she stood. In the nude. In front of alpha predator shifters.
Gods. Damn. It.
This was not the way to get them disinterested in her enough to let her go free.
“Well…” Bastille spoke softly against her cheek. “This was not what I had planned.”
