Page 147 of Pretty Little Prey
“That’s it, baby,” he purred to her as he squeezed her breasts, pinching the sensitive pink peaks. “Ride me. Take what you need.”
She whimpered at the intense pleasure sparking through her as her hips slammed down over him. Her wet pussy contracted around him, and Bastille acted like her silken heat seared him.
Grunting, he helped guide her hips as she moved herself up and down his engorged length.
From behind her, Daxton kneeled on the mattress, running a hand over his cock. The swollen tip of his staff was an angry purple, as if it was enraged not to be inside her. “My turn,” Daxton growled possessively.
Bastille cursed, continuing to drag her hips up and down, fucking himself with her pussy. “Then, share her. Take her ass, dragon. This pussy is mine right now.”
“Bastille—”
He lifted his hips and began to thrust into her from below, bouncing her onto his hard cock. “My mate is riding my dick right now. I don’t care that you’ve never taken her ass before.” Bastille felt the beginnings of Luna’s muscles tightening around him. “That’s it, love. Come all over my cock.”
Her head fell back as another orgasm swept through her, taking her away for a moment. Blanking out everything else but the rapturous spasms.
Bastille grated his words as her pussy clamped around him through her orgasm, “I don’t understand why you refuse to fuck her ass. Is the ‘good guy’ proper dragon too good for it? Do you only want to fuck her in a way that will fill her with heirs?” Bastille slapped a hand over her clit, cupping her between her legs. “This is mine right now.”
Daxton scowled as his hands fisted at his sides. “I don’t…” His erection throbbed painfully for his mate. Red-tipped and leaky. Pre-cum already slicked him. “I’m not particularly concerned with making heirs right now.”
“Stop playing the high and mighty card and take her ass,” Bastille said. “You know you want to.” He palmed the globes and split them, holding her open so Daxton saw the forbidden, puckered rosebud of flesh. “Do it. She loves it. Don’t you, Princess? Don’t you love being filled up?”
“Yes.”
Sweat beaded Daxton’s forehead, and he swallowed hard as he watched her curves jiggle before him with each of Bastille’s punishing thrusts.
“Don’t you want to be filled like the perfect slut you are, baby?” Bastille asked her as he plunged himself into her again and again at such a toe-curling rhythm that she already felt something coiling low in her abdomen once more.
Bastille shifted a hand and dipped a finger to her ass. The digit dipped into her back entrance and at the tease of double penetration, Luna threw her head back and moaned.
Kobe groaned out as he jerked his cock faster, close to coming after watching his mate so overcome with ecstasy.
“Fuck, she’s so tight here,” Bastille whispered hoarsely to Daxton, delving his finger further into her as he continued filling up her pussy. “You’ve never felt anything tighter than her ass. Take it, dragon. You know you want to.”
Daxton’s pupils grew into black, serpentine slits. His gaze zeroed in on where Bastille’s finger sank deeper into Luna’s ass.
Bastille spoke softly, “It’ll feel so good wrapped around your cock.”
One of Daxton’s hands slid around her and sank to thrum at her pulsing clit between her and Bastille’s bodies. He gathered her wetness on his hand before moving it to his own cock to slick himself with it.
“Luna, I think the straightlaced dragon is getting ready to fill your ass.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, writhing on top of him. She rolled her hips and arched her back in invitation. Slowly, Bastille painstakingly eased his finger from her, maintaining eye contact with Daxton from over Luna’s shoulder.
Daxton narrowed his eyes on Luna’s round ass as Bastille opened it for him. His cock was as stiff as the wooden pillars holding up the curtains over the bed. He had never entered her there. Though he’d never tell another, he often thought about it. About venturing inside her narrow channel. The unyielding tightness there.
“Do it,” Bastille said.
Luna shifted back, displaying herself for him.
“Fuck,” Daxton cursed under his breath and shuffled closer to align his aching cockhead to her back entrance. He eased the tip in just a bit—testing out the sensation.
“Let him in, lamb. Relax and let him in.”
One more inch entered her. Luna screamed and trembled as another orgasm wracked her.
Daxton ground his teeth, his jaw ticking as he fought for control to go slow. He pushed a little bit more of his length inside her tightness. She just keptcoming. The orgasm never seemed to stop as she moaned and cried out and gasped.
He grunted at the erotic sight of her tiny hands clawing the sheets. Daxton hissed with each inch he moved deeper inside, his face contorting with pleasure-pain. He coaxed her with whispers of male satisfaction and soft words, even as Bastille counteracted it with dirty ones.
