Page 65 of Pretty Little Prey
“Pessimist alert.” Sly stretched out his arms and legs as he laid. “Kobe, why couldn’t you make me a little bed of leaves too, buddy?”
Were they still talking? Kobe was focused on his mate’s peaceful face.So beautiful. “Protect her.”
Sly shook his head. “You’re more caveman than normal.”
“He thinks she’s his mate,” Bastille said.
Nikolai’s head shot over to gaze at Kobe. There was almost a flash of…could that have been jealousy in the cold vampire’s eyes?
“She is my mate,” Kobe confirmed.
“What are the chances she is the dragon’s mate, your mate, and Bastille’s mate?” Sly pondered. “You’ll need to invest in a bigger bed.”
Kobe remained silent. Bastille broke a stick he found.
Quiet reigned in the forest before Bastille muttered into the darkness, “As long as I live, she will never be the dragon’s.”
“I wasn’t the only one who saw her looking at him withinterest,” Sly added.
This time, Bastille broke multiple sticks when he punched the forest floor. The ground almost quaked at the force. “Her ‘interest’ does not concern me.”
“So, if she did choose him, you’d just—what? Hold her captive?”
“Yes.”
Sly scoffed. “Dude.”
“Doubt your king again and see what happens,” Bastille threatened.
More eerie silence.
“Maybe if you were nicer to her, she’d choose you,” Kobe mused, less caveman-like as he laid down beside Luna’s curled up, sleeping form. Keeping her safe calmed him.Just wish I had a blanket. Kobe was still in the buff after having chased her through the woods in his shifted form and being unable to go back to the cabin for clothes.
“Maybe he worries if heisnicer to her, she might still choose the dragon over him,” Nikolai muttered. “Scared of vulnerability.”
“Shut the fuck up, bloodsucker,” Bastille barked.
The men quieted, listening to the soft sounds of the forest.
“Rohan,” Luna muttered in her sleep hours later, shifting on the bed of leaves and dirt.
Bastille’s eyes shot open, and he sat up to watch her toss and turn on the ground.What now?He thought to himself, peering at her as she continued twitching in her sleep.
The other three men still slumbered, exhausted from chasing her in the woods earlier after so little rest the past week.
Bastille was used to no sleep.
“Rohan,” she called out again in her sleep. Her legs jerked during her vivid dream.
Another man’s name?Bastille’s deadly eyes glowed in the dark forest; his fangs sharpened in his mouth.She dares to be involved withanother man?
Kobe was one thing—though, Bastille could not deny the arousal he felt while watching Kobe finger her earlier. The dragon was an aggravation. Butanotherman? This, “Rohan?”
He glowered in her direction as she repeated the man’s name in her sleep. She whimpered. Was she having a sex dream about him? A sex dream about someone who wasnotBastille?
Unacceptable.
Bastille moved until he loomed over her.
