Page 68 of Pretty Little Prey
Another twisting sensation occurred in her lower stomach. A tightening in her chest also jabbed through her. Her ribs ached for a moment, but she ignored them. “And my body is feeling weird, probably from hunger and exhaustion and—”
She felt as if she had been zapped with four hundred volts, or knots, or whatever was a high amount of electricity. She fell to her knees, her spine arching as her stomach seemed to collapse. She gasped when the sharp pain ended but a new ache began.
“Shit,” Bastille cursed, the sound of it bouncing off the trees around them.
“Fuck,” Nikolai muttered, and Sly gave a foxlike howl in his shifted form.
Kobe closed his eyes; his nostrils flared, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His expression was one of failing self-restraint, as if he fought an inner battle but ammo was quickly dwindling.
Luna’s mouth fell open, and a needy whimper clawed out of her throat. On her hands and knees, she shuddered, fisting random leaves and twigs on the ground. “Oh, Gods.” Her lower stomach rippled; her shoulders pushed back as her chest grew heavy.
Bastille gritted his teeth. “She’s going into heat.”
Heat.
Sly shifted back into human form, leaving him gloriously naked. Short, masculine, reddish-gold hairs decorated his chest and lightly dusted his muscular thighs.
Naked predators surround me, she thought to herself but instead of any fear, all she felt wasneed. Her body broke out into shivers, her limbs would not stop shaking.
“The dragon will scent her,” Sly warned, blinking several times as he gazed at her on the ground. He bit his lip and tried to look away, but his gaze kept sliding back to watch her writhe.
“She’ll draw in every predator within a hundred miles,” Nikolai added through clenched teeth.
“We have to find some kind of shelter,” Bastille said. “Now.”
“Walls won’t stop her pheromones—”
“Shelter.”
In wolf form, Kobe ran ahead of them as the other men hastily carried her, looking for any kind of cottage or space with walls to muffle her cries of desire. She was growing feverish. Delirious. “Please,” she begged but could not finish the rest of her plea due to the constant contractions of her core.
Nikolai, Sly, and Bastille fought for control over themselves as they ran with her. While in heat, a prey’s pheromones were like a pure aphrodisiac injected into a predator’s jugular. It made thinking impossible. Made any movement butfuckingfeel wrong.
Whenever Luna emitted a fresh wave of sensual airborne chemicals, the men all stumbled, interrupting their fast running as their erections stiffened and throbbed between their legs. Running naked while turned on just meant their cockheads slapped up against their hard stomachs with each stride.
At least Nikolai wore pants; though, the fabric did little to disguise the massive bulge.
Finally, Kobe led them to an abandoned shack. The modest space was clearly used as a hunter’s cabin on the temperate weekends. The house was one room, other than a bathroom—much like a city studio apartment where the living room was the bedroom. After breaking open the door, Kobe threw what appeared to be clean blankets down on the bed.
The men carefully laid Luna on the mattress and took large steps back.
“Fuck, she’s…strewing.” She was in heat, yes, but her chemicals were churning—strewing—into the air at a rate that would drive any predator in the damn city, maybe even state, in their direction. “The dragon will find us in no time.”
Luna’s spine curled back as she thrust her hips into the air.
Kobe shifted back into human form, but remained on all fours, gaze pinned to Luna. His face scrunched with concentration as his claws ripped into the wooden floors. He looked ready to pounce on her at any moment.
Brows drawn, Bastille bit out, “We have to sate her.”
Nikolai’s red eyes widened. “What?”
“What happened to ‘no one touches her?’” Sly asked but already took a step closer to Luna.
“If her pheromones grow any stronger, it’ll bring the dragon, his men, and any nearby predators right to us. If she is already strewing… We have to satisfy her for her pheromones to calm down.”
“Youwantus to touch her?”
“It will take all of us,” Bastille stated bitterly. “A prey in heat… The stamina alone will be too much for one.”
