Page 61 of Pretty Little Prey
“Going to come all over your fucking hand. Next time, inside you—your pussy, your mouth, till you’re all mine,” Bastille muttered to himself, like he didn’t think she could hear him. “Never going to stop.”
What happened to “no one touches her” or how he would let her go without if she went into heat?
His talented fingers drove away that thought. She wailed into the night sky. So close. So. Close.
“Kobe will be here in fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine—”
Her mouth gaped open, and his left hand shot up from her breast to muffle her scream. Her pussy clamped down around his finger, so hard she worried he would lose all feeling.
Colors dotted her vision, and she swayed from the power of the orgasm, twitching again and again in his hold. Reveling in each all-consuming spasm. His cock jerked in her hand, and he grunted into her soft neck, pressing his lips against the tender skin there as he spurt jet after jet of his release.
She blinked, her gaze shooting up to connect with his.
“I want to try something,” he said urgently. “Let me.”
“Say ‘please.’”
“Trust me,” he commanded.
“When you’ve given me no reason to?”
He growled, glaring at her with enough heat to rival a bubbling volcano. “Please, I wish to give you more pleasure. Will you trust me?”
Trusting Bastille sounded like the dumbest thing she could do. Still, at the promise of pleasure, her traitorous, desperate body nodded her chin of its own volition.
His green eyes spun with entrancing spirals.
She fell under his spell so easily, already drowsy and dreamy from coming.
“You will obey everything I say.”
“I will…obey…”
He smirked as she sunk into his hypnosis.
“Good girl. Now, come again,” he said simply.
Her body vibrated from a new earth-shattering orgasm that came out of nowhere. “Whaaaa…”
His fingers kept moving inside her. What should have taken several more minutes, took one second upon his order.
Those spirals controlled her. “And again. Come again,” he said.
Her legs turned to jelly, her spine arching back as she shook from another powerful release. She panted out his name. “Bastille.”
“Love my fucking name on your lips.”
He wasstillfingering her after three orgasms. She quivered, shaking so bad, he nearly lost his grip on her. “C-Can’t take anymore.”
“You will take all I can give you,” he commanded. “One last time, come all over my fingers. Soak my hand so the others can smell what we did.”
The spirals spun and pulsed in his green eyes.
“Come again, baby lamb.”
Chapter 25
Kobe came upon them just as Luna fell to her knees in exhaustion. The wolf pounced on his mate in his animal form. He ran his nose over her, searching her for any injuries. Instead, he found her panting from sexual release. He smelled her wetness on Bastille, and her aroused scent hit him like a cannonball.Want her.
