Page 139 of Pretty Little Prey
Another whimper of pain. She pressed her lips tightly shut as her body convulsed.
“Why is she in pain?” Bastille asked the group in a rough, demanding voice, seeming just as tortured as she was, watching his mate writhe.
“I—I feel—” she trembled and grasped at her midsection. “Something else is happening. I think i-it’s…”
“Oh, shit,” Sly mumbled. “It’s her—”
“Heat,” Nikolai finished his sentence. “She’s going into heat.”
The men went stiff around her on the floor as the realization washed over them.
Running a hand through his hair, Daxton added not so helpfully, “She’s been in human form less than five minutes!”
“Yeah, and she’s surrounded by one, two, three, four,fivealpha predator shifters at one time. That would trigger the defense mechanism instantly.”
“How long do we have until she begins to strew the pheromones…?”
The male voice—whoever had been speaking, Bastille tuned him out—drifted off as the first wave of seductive pheromones wafted from Luna.
She finally uncurled her body and laid on her back as her first yearning moan came from her—the pain gone, nothing but raw craving in its place.
Her heat-induced scent seemed to puff out in steamy clouds of invisible smoke—choking the men, overriding each breath they took. As her body vibrated with need, the men’s pupils dilated into large black spheres like they were high on her. Drugged by her pheromones. Their cocks swelled in their pants, thickening and lengthening further with each inhale of her scent.
“Fuck,” one of the men cursed in a raspy voice.
“It’s…strong,” Sly whispered in a tortured tone.
“Please,” she called out.
Sly reached for her, but Daxton growled, snapping his teeth at him, “Mine.” His primal expression suggested his mate’s scent triggered his animal side—his possessive and aggressive fire-breathing dragon side. Even now, Daxton’s eyes flashed serpentine. His expression was one of mindless lust—no recognition of the others. A rabid dog foaming at the mouth for her.
When Daxton’s lips curled over sharp, threatening teeth, he appeared ready to bite off Sly’s hand. Bastille warned, “Sharing. Remember, dragon?”
“Claim,” Daxton snapped, nostrils flaring with her scent.
Throwing his arms up in surrender, Sly asked, “What’s happening to him?”
“It’s the impulse,” Bastille explained through clenched teeth. “Alphas feel the overwhelming need to claim their mate. It can make us mindless. The only reason Kobe and I aren’t shoving everyone away and pouncing on her is because we’ve claimed her once before.”
Bastille slowly moved closer to Luna, watching Daxton uneasily. “He has yet to claim her for the first time, and dragons are especially greedy, possessive creatures. He’s ravenous for her.”
“Claim,” the dragon repeated, flashing his sharp teeth.
Pink-faced, Luna whined a sound of yearning. Her hands fell mindlessly down her curves, cupping and squeezing and petting herself in front of the men who all remained frozen in place.
“Daxton, you’ve got to get control of yourself,” Bastille ordered. “She’s a prey again which means she is delicate. She can’t take your claiming ‘rutting.’”
Daxton’s hands ripped his dress shirt in half, shredding it from his body as he hastily unbuckled his belt and shoved down his pants. He growled with big black pupils, “Rut her.”
Bastille blinked. “What did I just say?”
“Please,” she cried, her hips bucking up from the floor and flexing in the air. All of them paused to watch her creamy thighs shake with need.
“We need to put her on a bed. Now.”
Daxton swooped her up in his arms and rushed her to the closest bedroom. He laid her down onto the mattress, the others rushing in behind him. His body loomed over hers, about to mount her and fuck her into oblivion.
“Fucking stop,” Bastille shouted, yanking Daxton’s massive body off the bed by the back of his thick neck.
