Page 75 of Pretty Little Prey
Will never let the dragon have her.
Will ruin her for him.
He expertly twisted his hips, driving deeper, and shequivered.
Her legs shook so hard, he had to support all of her weight so she did not collapse.
Bastille thrust harder, pistoning between her legs. “Say you are ours.”
She murmured unintelligible sounds.
Bastille pulled harshly on her hair, making her head shoot up. “Say you are ours. Forever.”
All of the men stared at her now, wanting to hear those words.
Nikolai released Sly’s neck, licking up the traces of blood. Sly came again, groaning out and slumping onto the bed in exhaustion.
“Say it, lamb. From the moment I come inside your perfect little pussy, I will never let you go. Say you are ours, and I’ll let you come.” Bastille removed his fingers from her clit, and she hissed. “Say it, and we will protect you. Pleasure you. Always.”
“But, I—I am a prey.”
“We are your predators,” Kobe whispered tenderly as if his mate was not being fuckingrailedin front of him by his king.
Bastille drilled into her with each word. “You will be our pack’s little lamb,” Bastille said. “Now, say you’re ours, and you will come harder than you ever have in your life.” He licked the length of his finger and pressed it slowly inside her back entrance.
His finger rubbed against his cock inside her through a thin wall.
The double penetration had her shrieking.
Her vision blurred.
“Say you are ours, and next time, it won’t just be a finger. It’ll be Kobe’s hard as fuck dick, with three of us filling you at the same time,” Bastille promised, speaking and moving in a way that had her clit pulsing violently. “We will give your greedy pussy what it needs. Always. So, say it.”
“I—I’m yours!I’m yours!”
She came. She came so hard, with Bastille’s cock and fingers inside her, that her heat broke. Her pheromones waned in the air.
She screamed; Kobe leaned in and muffled the sound with a kiss. Her pussy clamped down hard around Bastille, who hissed and gave a loud, long groan as he pumped his release into her. Even as they came down from their orgasms, Bastille stayed inside her. He cradled her on the bed, cock still semi-hard.
All of the men cuddled up against her, each laying a hand on her flushed skin.
“How often do prey go into heat?” Sly joked.
Bastille’s arms around her tightened.
When Luna woke in the middle of the pile of alphas, she closed her eyes once more and gave a silent scream to the ceiling.
Dear. Gods.
What had happened?
She had never gone into heat before; it only happened to a prey who was exposed to predators for prolonged periods of time. She had no idea it would happen so quickly. She had no idea it would be so…
Even now, wetness trickled between her legs at the memory.
The way Kobe and Bastille had thrust sodeep. The way Nikolai had bitten and masturbated Sly in front of her.
She would be having wet dreams for the rest of her existence, all starring the four men.
