Page 58 of Pretty Little Prey
Goddamn brat, Bastille thought to himself as his heart rate calmed with her in his clutches once more.Thought she could run from alpha shifters?
Did she have no idea that thechase, thehunt, excited alpha predators more than anything else?
In his case,sexuallyexcited.
She makes me so fucking hard.
His cock throbbed against his stomach, completely erect after hunting her down in the woods. It twitched against her hip as he trapped her in his arms, and she gasped at the feel of it.
Shit. Now, she knew she had made him hard. Fantastic.
He ground his teeth and bit his tongue, but nothing dwindled his erection. Not when she breathed in short little pants after having run so far from the cabin. His face buried into her hair, close to her neck, as he breathed in her delicious scent.
Prey really doattractpredators. That was why they were hunted.To want and to care for something is to have weakness, Bastille reminded himself.
“How did you get away from Sly?” he growled into her ear.
“I guess I’m not weak and helpless after all,” she replied haughtily.
Nothing but a sexy, distracting nuisance. “That remains to be seen.”
“You are very hard right now,” she replied, seeming as distracted as him.
Her breaths remained rapid and short. As a Dark One, Bastille was gifted with night vision. Gazing upon her shuddering tits and the flush of pink covering the tops of her cheeks and traveling down her neck… Fuck, as much as he didn’t want to want her, he craved her.
Her soft scent was so alluring and sweet. A cherry glaze. Mouthwatering.
“A prey running from a predator?” He explained, “The chase gets our blood pumping.”
“Hunting me turned you on?” she asked, ice in her tone, though her body remained hot to the touch. “Psychopath.”
“You’re lucky I was the first to find you,” he said. “Kobe is probably hard as a rock right now, sniffing around for you.”
“Hard at the idea of hunting me? Hurting me?”
Bastille frowned, his thoughts moving a bit slower due to his hard as fuck erection. “We do not hurt women.”
“Sure,” she replied sarcastically.
Had someone hurt her?
His heartbeat sped up again, and he clutched her tighter. Her sweet scent messed with his mind, creating thoughts like “Protect her” and “Keep her.”
But she was the dragon’s.
What if I fuck him right out of her system?
She let out a little breathy noise when his engorged cock brushed against the hem of her shirt, aligning directly between her legs.
The scent of her arousal infiltrated Bastille’s nostrils. Sweet, sweet black cherries.
“Why act like you want to escape me now when your body betrays you?” he purred, leaning forward to breathe in more of that spicy, sweet arousal. “You want me.”
“I—I do not.”
“You want me to fuck you in these woods right now? Against a tree?”
“N-No.”
