Page 34 of Pretty Little Prey
Bastille glanced at Sly for help, but the fox shifter stood ram-rod straight, frozen, entranced, and squeezing a hand over the crotch of his pants.
Useless, Bastille raged.They’re all fucking useless.
They thought they could touch her? Lust after her? She washis.
No, she was the dragon’s. Bastille did not want her. He would never accept sloppy seconds or half of someone’s heart.All loyalty or none. He just enjoyed…teasing her. And her sassy comments. And the way her chin rose when she spoke defiantly to him—something no one else would dare to do.
“Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Luna stuttered again and again.
Bastille’s eyes were wide as Kobe continued to eat the fuck out of her pussy.
The werewolf let out an animalistic growl and shook his face between her thighs, using his lips, tongue, nose, and teeth to tease her. Kobe’s chin was damp with her as his hand dove inside his sweatpants.
By the looks of it, she held on by a thread.
Kobe’s arm jostled, performing jerky movements, as he stroked himself and feasted on her. Luna’s fingers tangled in his dark, unruly hair. The werewolf’s tongue flattened and swiped over her—a vicious, feverish rhythm.
“Just a little more,” she begged. “Please.”
It was the “please” that got him. Bastille moved around her, standing at her back once more. He reached around her, his hands shaking for a second before he gripped her perfect tits.They burn in my palms. Exquisite handfuls. Kneading her mounds of flesh, his fingers clamped her nipples as he demanded in her ear, “Then be a good little slut and come for us.”
She shattered into a million pieces, screaming with her release. Back arching so sharply, her spine might have snapped. Lost in rapture, she seemed to splinter apart.
Kobe groaned, lapping up her orgasm as he jerked his cock harder, faster—coming onto his fingers in a rush.
Nikolai still swayed against the wall where Bastille had thrown him, a dreamy expression haunting his face and an obvious bulge taking up room in his slacks.
Bastille grunted in painful arousal as his cock continued to throb for attention. The point had been to tease her, not leave himself with an insistent erection.Going to fucking strangle it once I get to my room.
Even after her mewling moans stopped, her sweet pheromones filled the air, messing with the predators’ minds.
“What…What was that?” Sly broke the silence, speaking over the heavy gasps for breath. “It was like I couldn’t think through her lust.”
“Pheromones,” Bastille muttered.
“She is a prey.” Nikolai licked his lips of Luna’s blood. “Tastes like…lamb.”
Luna gasped and threw a protective hand over where she had been bitten. Fear sparkled in her eyes.
I do not want her to fear me.What was Bastille thinking? Fear was the best way to ensure power. Of course, he should wish her to fear him.
But a prey? “Impossible,” Bastille mumbled.
“Duttur are extinct,” Sly said softly. “Sheep shifters were the first to be hunted. There is no way.”
“It’s true,” Nikolai said, licking his lips of her as well. “A prey.”
Kobe stood from his kneeling position and tucked a strand of her pale hair behind her ear. “A pretty prey.”
Luna backed away from them. “You—You’re wrong.”
She backed up, right into Bastille’s chest.
He peered down at her, tilting his head. “A prey? Truly?”
“Not just that.” Nikolai smirked, knowing more about the girl from tasting her blood. “A prey who is days away from going intoheat.”
Chapter 14
