Page 63 of Pretty Little Prey
He came.
His head fell back as he howled to the sky, jerking his cock and coming onto her back. She cried out as her release claimed her as well, her pussy trapping his fingers inside her.
Their heavy breathing echoed in the woods. Kobe and Luna laid back on the leaves, beside each other, reveling in their satiation.
Meanwhile, Bastille reeled, still clutching his erection before aggressively asking Kobe, “What do you mean, ‘your’ mate?”
The two men did not speak during the entire walk back to the cabin.
Nikolai and Sly had eventually found them after searching in the opposite direction for her. Both seemed confused as to why Bastille and Kobe emitted cleardon’t-mess-with-mevibes.
From what she understood, Kobe was a teddy bear of a person. A golden retriever personality stuck in a dangerous, bulky, and unfairly sexy wolf-shifter’s body. Though Luna was still wary of him—due to him being an alpha wolf like Rohan—she could not ignore the way he treated her. Even as they walked, Kobe held a hand on her lower back and directed her so she did not trip on a rock.
At one point, she almost walked into a low hanging branch and the wolf-shifterpunchedhis fist in front of her to break the branch before it could scrape her forehead. He was protective in a way that made a woman like her—used to taking care of herself—swoon.And his fingers…
She needed to escape these alpha predators before she allowed herself to weaken. Prolonged exposure to alpha pheromones had to have lasting effects somehow. She could be losing brain cells. After all, what else could explain the way she cameeight timesfor them within two days of knowing them. Embarrassment heated her face. She had known Rohan a month before he struck her family.
Cannot trust these men or any men. The sooner they got back to the cabin, the sooner the men would put on some clothes and be less distractingly nude.
Sly, Kobe, and Bastille—post shifting—walked naked. Ripping their clothes off before shifting did not exactly work for once they shifted back into human form. Still, they strode confidently, as if their penises weren’t just…out in the open.
Shifters, she rolled her eyes.
Just before the five of them stepped into the clearing where the cabin was, Sly’s arm shot out, warning everyone not to move. Kobe sniffed the air, then slowly guided Luna to stand behind him.
Curious and worried about a threat, she peered around the large man and saw it.
A group of men were walking in and out of the cabin. Two men, who stood just outside of it argued, and she recognized them.
The dragon, Daxton. And the blond-haired man who fought Sly…and watched her orgasm while tied to a chair and vibrator.
Her eyelids went heavy at the sight of Daxton. He truly was a princely male. He stood straight, doing so almost with conviction. His suit was disheveled, his black hair mussed—had he been yanking on it while searching for her? Her memory shot back to the way he had pulled her to straddle his face. The way his tongue—
Bastille wrapped a hand around her throat, distracting her.
At the threatening action, Kobe began to quietly growl, but Sly pressed a finger to his lips, expressing that they needed to be silent. The dragon’s little army would be able to hear them.
If Daxton found her, she would be free of this group, only to become prisoner to another.If Daxton thinks I’m his mate, he will never let me go. After six years on the run, she could not imagine staying in one place with a predator shifter who could sneeze freaking fire. She wanted survival onherterms.
She nibbled her bottom lip, weighing her options.
Releasing her neck, Bastille pinched her chin and pointed her face to look at his. His eyes featured no hypnosis as he examined her expression. He scowled at her.
What had she done now?Lookedat the dragon?Sensitive male.
Bastille seemed to wait for her to make a sound. To cause a scene so Daxton would find her and take her from them. It was an option. The dragon would have his guard down around her; it would be easier to run from him.
But Bastille glared like heknewshe would choose the dragon. He challenged her with his gaze, waiting for her to give them away.
She thinned her lips, gazing right back with the confidence of an alpha predator.
Bastille blinked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
He glanced at where Daxton stood fifty feet away then back at her. His eyes seemed to shout, “Well, if you want out, here’s your chance. Choose him, Princess.”
Luna’s pride never allowed her to back away from a challenge like that.
Fine. She would stick with the group of men who now knew she was a flight risk and would take better precautions than a locked bedroom door. Whatever. She would still escape them in the end.
