Page 101 of Pretty Little Prey
She swallowed, still rubbing the wet shirt over his firm pecs. Maybe she didn’t have to feel guilty about her attraction to him.Bastille would hate this. But Daxton was…nice. And sexy. And she wanted him.And he didn’t turn me into a vampire.
While gazing up at him from under her eyelashes, she asked, “And if I do?”
He nearly ripped his shirt off.
Her arousal spiced the air, but Daxton reminded himself that he must be patient. The first time he had met his mate, he had thought she was a paid escort. They had fallen into a tangle of lust. Now, he was finally getting to know her and learn her—he did not want to ruin anything.
But, fuck, he was hard.
Her laughter and obvious talent with a paintbrush had aroused him to no end. When he first saw the detail she had put in the vignettes she painted, he had proudly thought to himself,That right there is my fucking mate.
So, when she tackled him—which he also found strangely hot, just like everything else she did—and began massaging his chest through his shirt, his cock became hard as stone. Solid as diamond. And when his mate implied she wanted to paint his bare body?
Fuck, I could come just from her naughty little smile.
Her tongue dabbed out to lick her lush lips as she stared down at his bare chest. Once the dirtied shirt was removed, she perused his abs and arms with patient admiration. She picked up her paintbrush and wet it in one of the open jars. She chose red, his favorite color.
Daxton shifted under her, trying to hold back his instinct to lift her by her hips, turn them over, and dominate her. He had to fight his instinct to carry her to the bed, spread her legs, and pound inside her tight pussy until she screamed his name…
She dragged the wet brush down his pec to circle around one of his nipples. He groaned at the teasing sensation, hissing at the cold temperature of the paint.
“You are…very strong,” she said through a loud swallow—a gulp. Of nervousness? Or arousal? Daxton wanted to know.
“You like my muscles, little one?” He flexed, trying to be as nonchalant about it as possible.I want her to desire me as I do her.
“They’re…nice.” Her cheeks were as red as Daxton’s dragon scales.
“My body is yours to explore and enjoy. Only yours,” he replied.
She bit back a small smile and flicked paint over his eight-pack abs. She scooted back, plopping her round ass onto his knees as she made room to lean over him and paint more of his upper body.
However, from her new position, she now had a front row seat to the way his growing erection bulged the expensive fabric of his black dress pants. The lump continued to swell the more she stared at it.Can feel her gaze on me. Like a real caress. Daxton just barely kept his hips from rocking forward.
As she studied him, she swallowed audibly again, and he masked his amused smile.
“You’re…big,” she commented in a voice just above a whisper.
“Assuming you are referring to my massive cock.”
She blinked, glancing away from it before settling her gaze right back on his full crotch like she just couldn’t help herself. “Um, yes.”
“Dragon shifters are extremely well-endowed,” he explained.
She bit her lip and rubbed a hand over his firm pecs, spreading paint. Her touch made his cock ache and swell bigger behind the bulge of his pants. His blood heated in his veins at the feel of her.
She trailed that warm palm down, down, to the waistband of his pants.
“Luna!” Daxton’s hips bucked up, jostling her from her seat on his knees. “Do not tease me, mate.”
She lightly petted the top button on his pants.Is my mate a professional seductress?The answer had to be yes because she replied, “You said you would give me anything I want.”
He released a little “puh” sound of air in his surprise. “You wish for my cock?”
She squirmed on his knees, and her arousal spiked the air once more.Gods, the scent of her!It could drive a dragon mad.
“I heard a rumor,” he said softly. “That new vampires are particularly—” He paused, searching for the right word. “—needy.”
“Needy?”
