Page 6 of Pretty Little Prey
The strong scent of her arousal hit him; a freight train breaking through a brick wall.
And his instinct—the ancient link between him and his dragon—came roaring to life.
Mate. Needs release. Must pleasure her.
His control fell with an audible ping to the floor.
As she spread her legs, he saw how her wetness made the thin white lace transparent.
Mate needs to be fucked. Hard.
Yours. Take her. Before another male does.
Chapter 3
Luna shivered as the dragon shifter strode closer to stand at the end of the bed. The mattress she reclined on was massive—it could fit at least five people. Not that there were four men interested in sleeping with her. She shook her head at the silly thought.
The dragon shifter’s black pupils had grown serpentine-like, featuring new golden flecks that glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. His skin seemed to shimmer, shifting between tan skin and ruby scales like he fought for control over his human form.
Luna bit her lip again. “Um…”
The man looked ready to pounce. Tendons strained in his neck. Each of his breaths shook his chest. His erection was a large bulge in his slacks. Very large.
“Neeuck,” he whispered in amazement.
“What?”
He moved so close, his knees hit the edge of the bed. “It means ‘queen.’”
More liquid heat swirled low, beneath her stomach. That familiar aching echoed between her legs. The way he looked at her…like he wanted to eat her up.
In one paranormally fast move, the man stripped himself of his shirt, ripping buttons, and pushed off his slacks and boxers.
His bare cock swung up, slapping against a hard, toned stomach. His long, thick length pulsed before her eyes.
She gasped. He was perfect. She had no real experience to compare him to, but even she knew what perfection was when she saw it.
“Canfeelyour pretty gaze on me,” he rasped.
The bulbous head of his erection was practically purple with pent up desire. Two thick, prominent veins lined the shaft. The girth of him…No wonder he thinks his touch would hurt me.
“Luna,” he grated through clenched teeth. “My dragon is fighting me to touch you.”
“B-But you said you could hurt me.” Even as she said that, she could not resist the waves of heat radiating from him. Her skinhummedfor his touch. She had grown slick between her thighs, her pussy weeping for him.
“Never. Never hurt you.” His gaze fell to where her legs were spread open. “Want to pleasure you.”
Gods, how she wanted to be pleasured.
“Touch yourself for me,” he instructed in a low, deep voice that barreled through her and had her hips bucking up off the mattress. As if the sound of his voice was an invisible caress.He would make a killing as a phone sex operator. “Drag your fingers over that wet, needy flesh for me,” he commanded.
Her hand obeyed. Her fingers dipped between her thighs and gave a tentative stroke over her panties. At the mere touch, her head fell back to the pillow and her white-blond eyebrows scrunched as if the small touch was nearly overwhelming. With another stroke, a soft whimper spilled from her lips.
“Fuck,” the dragon cursed. He loomed closer, his shadow engulfing her on the bed. “Panties off. Want you bare. Want to see you getting even wetter for me.”
She panted as she struggled to shove her panties down her slender legs, before kicking them off as well.
He grabbed them from the air.
