Page 5 of Pretty Little Prey
She bit her lip, her gaze darting for the exit.
“No,” the man grated. He stepped forward, caging her with his wide physique. “You willneverneed to fear me.”
“I—I’m just not used to this. I don’t understand what we’ll do if we cannot touch.”
A slow, mischievous smile spread across his face.
Daxton gestured for the beautiful woman to lay on the mattress. “I want you on the bed. Now.”
She swallowed hard but followed the instruction. Her lithe body crawled over the thick, white bedspread. She turned back to face him as she settled against the pillows.
Fuck, his cock was so hard. Pre-cum slicked the tip of him behind his boxers. “Pent up” did not come close to describing it. Staring at the woman, he felt like he had been injected with pure lust.
“Your name,” he demanded, reduced already to only a few words. When he was this aroused, his vocabulary went out the window.
“Um, Luna,” she replied.
“Strip for me, Luna.”
Her scent grew heavy in the air, lingering in the corners of his brain as he grinned.
“Mmm, I scent your arousal, little Luna.”
She stiffened. “Scent,” she repeated numbly. “You—you’re not human? You’re a shifter?”
The question threw him because it meantshewas not human. “I am of the dragon clan,” Daxton replied evenly, not revealing his new “king” status.I would like to know a woman who wants me for more than my title.
“N-Not a wolf?” she stuttered out, and he could hear the way her heartbeat quickened.
Had a wolf hurt her? He would kill it. Slowly. “Not a wolf,” he said.
She nodded, seeming to reassure herself of something.
Daxton was about to ask her exactly who had hurt her in the past—full name, address, any known allergies—
She began unbuttoning the front of her white blouse. Daxton forgot how to do anything but watch andwant.
Want her.
Her tiny fingers moved slowly over the buttons, teasingly. The obvious painful desire on Daxton’s face must have motivated her, excited her—because she transformed into a little seductress right before him.
Her pink tongue dabbed out to her bottom lip, wetting it, and Daxton held in a low groan.
Dragons were dangerous. When their kisses became passionate, their fire was harder to control. Their grip was unnaturally strong and possessive, their talons spiking out when they felt overwhelmed. He feared hurting her.
But…But dragons are incapable of hurting their mates. Upon first kiss, their mates became fire-proof.
But if she is not yours, she could be fried, he reminded himself. Watching would have to be good enough for the night.How the fuck will I resist touching her?Dear Gods, he wanted to snuggle her afterwards and burn her scent into him.
He wanted to mark her as his.
His cock pulsed with excitement. “Please,” he groaned to her.
Her fingers quickened as she removed her top, revealing her white lace bra.
“Faster.” His hands balled into fists at his sides as he restrained from touching himself. “Want to see you.”
She shoved down her black pencil skirt, kicking it off the bed. More white lace. A small triangle between her curvy legs.
