Page 141 of Pretty Little Prey
As Kobe sucked the swollen nub of flesh between her legs, the basilisk pinched her left nipple, making it sting, before licking away the pain. “You like having your tits sucked by us, lamb?” he asked gruffly.
“Mmmm.” Her head writhed from side to side on the mattress as Kobe flicked that perfect tongue over her and buried his thick fingers into her quivering pussy. In and out.In. out. Lick. Flick. Suck. “Yes.”
There was movement above her head, a shifting of weight on the bed, and she blinked up to see Sly smile and lean down to nuzzle and suck at her earlobes, one of her most powerful erogenous zones.
So many mouths on me. So many tongues. Hands stroking over her hips, her chest, her neck, her legs. Her skin was hypersensitive to each touch during her heat, the cells acting on the fritz.
“Please,” she moaned out. “Inside me.”
She needed them inside her.
She tuned in and out, hardly hearing Bastille exchange low whispers with Daxton as Kobe’s fingers dug into her fleshy thighs as he rhythmically sucked at her clit. His fingers inside her expertly prodded and rubbed that deep, inner ribbed flesh, causing every one of her breaths to turn choppy and desperate. More wetness rushed between her thighs, readying her for what was to come.
The tightness in her stomach gripped her, her pussy clenching around his digits and begging to be filled with something more. She flew one of her hands over and gripped Daxton’s crotch again. “Inside,” she cried out.
A new potent wave of pheromones emanated from her slick bare skin, sucker-punching the men. Luna could practically see the self-control in their expressions begin to slip. Nikolai and Bastille ground their aching erections against various parts of her.
It was Daxton who appeared to completely black out at the next airborne aphrodisiac-like cloud of pheromones.
He rolled onto her, launching Kobe to the other corner of the large bed, dislodging the werewolf’s mouth and fingers from her pussy in one fell swoop.
“Claim.”
Her whine morphed into a moan as Daxton yanked her legs up to wrap around his waist. Both his large hands settled at either side of her shoulders where his claws punctured through the sheets and mattress.
Bastille cursed somewhere in the background, but Luna could not hear him over the sound of her own frantic heartbeat as Daxton’s cockhead nudged her slit, slipping through and grazing her clit. A guttural snarl vibrated Daxton’s lips as he drove his hips forward and slammed his cock over her.
Panting, she undulated and rocked to try to position him at her entrance. He just kept thrusting forward, grinding onto her wetness and slicking his cock with it.Preparing me for his size? The long, thick length should have scared her; but, as a prey shifter in heat, all she could think was, “Please.”
Considering Daxton’s hands were practically inside the mattress—due to hissharp, sharp dragon talons—he could not reach down and align himself to plunge his raging cock inside her. His hips frantically rocked and churned against her, but all that accomplished was teasing both of them further and further into mindless lust.
“Damn it,” Bastille grated, and Luna blinked her eyes open to see him move behind Daxton, kneeling on the bed. “To be clear, I’m doing this so you don’t hurt her. So, don’t get any ideas for the future,” the basilisk mumbled bitterly.
Luna glanced between her spread legs, which Sly and Nikolai shifted to hold down and splay open across the mattress. Kobe sat behind Luna’s head now and kneaded her breasts with his hot palms. His large erection pulsed against her ear, tempting her to turn her head and give it a lick.
But she got distracted.
Because Bastille’s hand closed around the base of Daxton’s thick cock.
“Rut her,” the dragon growled, flexing his hips, but Bastille had him caged as he wrapped his free hand over Daxton’s throat and held his shaft in the other from behind him.
“We’re going to do this nice and slow,” Bastille told them.
How he was still capable of orderly thought at this point, Luna did not understand. Red-faced and shaking from another round of contractions overtaking her body, her mind was lost.
On instinct, Daxton aggressively tried to buck Bastille’s hold from him, but he was held in a choking grip both on his throat and cock. “Shhh,” Bastille whispered to him like Daxton was a spooked horse lashing out. To try to calm him, Bastille ran his palm up and down in one firm stroke over the dragon’s red-tipped erection.
Daxton’s expression broke out into confused pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed yet high on his forehead, as if he wanted to resist liking the basilisk’s touch but couldn’t help himself.
Luna held her breath in anticipation as Bastille leaned Daxton back over her body and, with an unyielding grip on his length, slid Daxton’s cockhead down to the entrance of her pussy.
Just before the dragon could slam his hips down and sink inside her for the first time, Bastille smirked at Luna from over Daxton’s shoulder and shifted his cock right before any penetration occurred. Instead, the action caused Daxton’s hot shaft to swipe over the top of her slit again, scraping her clit.
Daxton snarled in lustful rage.
An evil, unamused chuckle came from Bastille’s chest behind the dragon. He dragged Daxton’s cock through her folds, up and down. Up and down. Teasing both of them with his utter control of their pleasure.
Luna squirmed, and Bastille tapped Daxton’s cock against her clit.Tap. Tap. She whined, bucking her hips for more. She could feel Daxton’s erection somehow getting even bigger.
