Page 99 of Pretty Little Prey
But the dragon says he can turn me back. Thus, she was not looking to escape from him. She would stay with him for self-preservation.
Justself-preservation? She rolled her eyes at herself. Daxton was a large, imposing man—strong, handsome, and seeming to be ruled by his morals, unlike Bastille.
Had any man ever been as handsome as Daxton?
Perfectly slicked back dark hair. A striking angular face; features tall and prominent. The sharp rise of his cheekbones cast shadows. Tall and broad shoulders and bow-shaped lips. Daxton looked regal, like a rugged king.
Heisa king, Luna.
She couldn’t deny feeling a pull toward him. The last time they had seen each other was when he licked between her legs, urging her toward orgasm, while stroking himself. The memory of it made her nipples tighten and her skin flush with heat.
She had never forgotten his dirty rasps of “Touch yourself for me” and “Ride my lips and tongue. It is time for my taste, little one.”
She could not help feeling a fierce attraction toward the dragon.Am I a total slut for being attracted to so many men?
Upon thinking the word “slut” in her head, her mind shot back to how Bastille had touched her in front of the other men. “Does our little slut need to be fucked?” “Your drenched little pussy is soaking my hand, Princess.” “I think maybe you do like the word ‘slut.’”
Maybe it was the newfound vampirism or how she had experienced her heat for the first time just a day or so ago, but her body was constantly on the cusp of arousal. Of horniness.Need.
Calm yourself.
Stepping from the bathroom and into the closed-off master bedroom, she wore a fluffy white robe that Daxton put out for her. He, apparently, did not wish for her to put on “another man’s clothing.” She was not complaining. The robe was so soft, it reminded her of a luxurious spa day—something she had never had the chance to enjoy.
Rohan is dead and gone. I can do what I want. Other than eating and enjoying food—not blood. Her heart deflated.
“Why does my mate frown?” Daxton’s low, velvety voice came from the doorway as he stepped into the large bedroom and closed the door behind him.
“Just thinking about how my entire life has changed so quickly over only a few days.”And how horny I am now, and how much I will miss pancakes.
He walked over, cautiously approaching her as if not to scare her, and sat on the end of the bed. He patted the open spot beside him for her to sit. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” This was a different way of getting information from her—far from Bastille’s roar, threats, and hypnosis. Who knew simplyaskingcould get results? “You want to hear about my life?” she asked in disbelief.
“Your life, your feelings.” Daxton’s lips curled into a heartfelt smile as she joined him in sitting on the bed. “Your hopes and dreams. I wish to know everything about you.”
“Hopes and dreams?” she repeated softly, looking down at her feet as her cheeks warmed. Survival had been her only goal for six years. She had never allowed herself to have hopes or hobbies. “I—I used to like painting?”
His brows shot up, and his excited smile widened. “Painting?”
“One year, for my birthday, I begged my mom for a paint set.” For the first time in so long, Luna relaxed beside someone and talked about herself. Something about the dragon made her feel safe.Or maybe this is just what it’s like to be a predator around another predator who does not throw threats and insults at me. “Actually, I begged for one every year, but she stopped getting them for me because I started painting the walls of the cabin.”
Daxton chuckled, and her chest grew warmer at the magical, melodic sound of it. “I’m sure you improved those walls, little one.”
Her blush deepened. “I like to think so.”
“Tell me more. Please.”
“I—I went to an all-girls school for prey shifters. Most of the classes were on how to hide, cook, sew, and de-escalate conflict. I hated it,” she admitted. “But there was this music class where I learned how to play a harp. I liked that.” Gods, did she sound totally pathetic?
“An artist and a musician?”
Daxton’s hand enveloped hers on the mattress, and the touch of his skin elicited sparks that raced through her bloodstream, making her heart skip and her stomach flip and her thoughts rhyme like stupid lovesick poetry.
“How did I get so lucky?” he whispered, seeming awed by her. His beautiful golden eyes burned with both longing and satisfaction as he gazed upon her.
She rolled her eyes at his kind, flirtatious comment, but a soft grin claimed her face as she glanced away.
“You do not believe me?” he asked, touching her chin and moving her gaze to meet his once more.
