Page 4 of Pretty Little Prey
His mate?Only one way to be certain.
He might never let her go.
Luna waited for the sexiest man alive to say something. Anything. After her lame attempt at “Hi.”
His nostrils flared at her; his dark eyes seemed to grow even darker. His pupils grew even larger. He breathed for a minute before rasping out, “Your smell…”
Oh Gods, when had she last showered? It was not like she did anything but work and hide in her small, cheap apartment. She had no reason to shower, put on makeup, or wear anything but her uniform.I must be disgusting. A hot blush claimed her cheeks as she looked down to the floor. What hooker didn’t wear any makeup? Would he turn her away?
Why would it feel heartbreaking to be dismissed by this man I don’t even know?
Something about him shook her to her core. Maybe his lonely, heated eyes. Or his muscular build that screamed, “I will protect what is mine. Always.”
I wish I had someone to protect me that ferociously, she thought to herself. No! What a meek, weak, traitorous thought. Turning to a man was the reason her family was gone.Sheneeded to be strong.
“Um, y-you paid for an hour?” she confirmed softly.
A growling noise came from the man’s chest. Guttural and deep. “Not enough,” he replied huskily.
Her mouth dried up as she again tried not to ogle the obvious muscles straining behind his fitted button-down shirt. “Huh?”
“One hour will not be enough with such a stunning creature.”
She looked over her shoulder. Had the real hooker shown up to replace her?
“You,” the man said, a pleased purr rumbling his chest. “You are stunning. How much for the entire night?”
What was the normal going rate? She had no clue. So, she tipped up her chin and feigned the confidence of a professional. “Double.” She cringed at her leap.
Without hesitation, the man replied, “Done.”
Twenty. Thousand. Dollars. To sleep with this sexy male?Okay, no arm twisting needed. “Why do you need to pay at all?” Her dumb mouth spurted right as he took a step forward to reach for her.
He pressed his lips firmly together into a thin line before admitting, “Because I do not have time to court someone. Or to snuggle afterwards.”
She pretended to hold a pen and write on her hand, noting, “No snuggling. Got it.”
He huffed out a rusty chuckle.
She hadamusedhim. Her deep blush returned.
“There is another reason why I must pay as well.”
Here we go. Did he have a scary fetish?
“I am very…strong,” he said it as if it were a major flaw.
“Okay.”
“Because I do not wish to hurt you, we cannot touch.”
Her mouth fell open, and she caught herself feeling major disappointment. “Oh.”
“You look very delicate,” the man said. “I fear losing control.”
“Of your strength?” Was the man…a predator shifter? Luna’s fear spiked; her heartbeat accelerated. Could he be a wolf? Could he have a pack? Could he know Rohan? “Oh.”
He tilted his head to watch her reaction. “You fear me?”
