Page 96 of Pretty Little Prey
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sly scoffed, frowning at the display. Luna had forgotten the other men were there. Nothing but Bastille’s neck and cock mattered to her. “She’s pissed at him. Yet,hegets to fuck her?”
“Life isn’t fair,” Bastille shot back, before grabbing Luna’s hips, lifting her a few inches, and bringing her down, hard, on his long, stiff cock.
She moaned loudly onto his neck, her fangs detaching from his skin for a second as her core adjusted to being filled so completely, stretching to his size.
“Fuck,” Bastille cursed as he pulled her hips up and down, fucking her even though he was the one beneath her.
He controlled her movements, bouncing her on his hard length, pushing himself to reach the deepest parts of her. His thrusts were violent and feverish. Claiming. Harsh. Hot. Wicked. They sped up with each thrust.
Her mouth was agape as he rammed inside her again and again until his speed made her mind go blank. Her toes curled. Her muscles tightened and coiled with tension more with each passing second. His thrusts pushed her toward an orgasm she was not ready for. As a vampire, everything felt heightened. More intense. Too intense?
His hands felt everywhere, all at once. His palm slid over her ass; her breasts rubbed against his chest with every rocking motion. Her hard nipples scraped against the toned muscles of his chest.
Ripples of deep erotic pleasure ran through her, sizzling her veins with scorching heat.
He withdrew until just the tip of his cock stayed inside her, before pumping back in. His fingers sank into the flesh of her ass as the slick sounds of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room.
“Taking me so well,” Bastille told her. “Such a good girl riding my cock. You’re not mad at me anymore, are you, Princess?”
His question reminded her of what he had done. What he had made her.
She grabbed his hair and yanked it painfully until he hissed. Biting down hard, she pierced his neck once more, drinking from him.
Oh Gods. He had been right. Causing him pleasure while consuming his blood made him taste even better. The sweet, spiced flavor made her moan once more as she slammed her hips down on him, impaling herself fully on his hot length. In a frenzied anger, she scratched and clawed at his arms and the backs of his shoulders.
It was hate sex. Hot, hot hate sex.
Her back arched after he slapped her ass. His dick jerked inside her, and she felt herself on the verge of coming.
His strong arms wrapped around her, pinning her to his chest as he thrust up repeatedly into her heat. Then, he wrenched her face back by her hair, pulling her fangs from his flesh so he could look at her face as he fucked her.
She bared her teeth at him, growling, and he smashed his mouth to hers. Her fangs nicked his bottom lip, and the kiss tasted of luscious blood.
Their lips tangled and battled.
Heat. Fire. Passion.
He mouthed “mine” onto her lips.
He tilted their bodies so his shaft entered her at a different angle.Yes. She jerked in his arms at the change in intense sensation. Her inner walls fluttered around his cock, telling him how close she was.
“That’s it, come for me,” he whispered.
She offered him a breathy curse, digging her nails into his forearms. “Screw you.”
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked. “The way we fit each other. Like we were made for each other.”
She growled at him, a slave to her body as she rose up and down on his length.
“Because we were made for each other. You are my mate, and watching you ride my cock is one of the happiest moments of my long existence. I will always protect you, even if it means doing something you don’t like.”
“Fuck. You.” She rode him harder. “I’m a person. Not a possession you can choose what to do with. Not a pet.”
“You were adelicateperson, and now you are strong. Immortal.” Bastille clamped a hand around her throat, tilting her head so he could gaze upon her. “Look at your little fangs.” He cursed, driving inside her more forcefully. “Sexy as fuck. Want to see them pierced into the side of my dick.”
“I’d bite it off,” she threatened.
“We both know you wouldn’t.” He smirked.
