Page 33 of Pretty Little Prey
“Ahhhhohhhh, yes,” she moaned. She was already so close to the edge of ecstasy.
Strong arms wrapped around her front, forearms caging her chest as her back was yanked against Nikolai’s chest. Her limbs were jelly as he held her, feeding from her neck. Warm drops of blood trickled down her throat, but she could not find it in herself to care.
Because nothing had ever felt so good.
Fingers caressed down her arms. Phantom hands trailed up her stomach and cradled her full breasts. She gasped as Nikolai gave a powerfulsuckat her throat. The suction reverberated around her nipples and between her legs—like little tongues teased her there and left her on the edge of orgasm.
Oh, Gods.
One of Nikolai’s hands dropped to her lower abdomen.
Yes. Blood flowed out of her, leaving her weaker and weaker, but it was addictive. She floated in ecstasy.Is this what it feels like to fly?
She knew of women addicted to vampire bites. Was she about to become one?
Nikolai’s fingers stroked down, down, down her trembling stomach until he dragged a finger over her slit.
At her wetness, Nikolai groaned onto her neck, biting her deeper and sucking harder.
Her eyes rolled back.PLEASURE. Mind-numbing pleasure.
His fingers settled right over her clit, swirling it, teasing it, stroking it.
Yes, yes,YES.
He gulped her down as he pinched her sensitive bundle of nerves. He still held her firmly against his chest, mashing her breasts into his forearm. She bucked into his embrace, seeking more. Her ass brushed against his large, hot erection, and both of them gasped.
Bastille, Sly, and Kobe could not move. None of them knew what to do. How to proceed.
Nikolai fingered Luna’s bare pussy in front of them as he drank from her neck. Her wetness glistened right before them. The scent of her arousal and the sight of her so mindless from need made the men…slow to react.
“Fucking stop,” Bastille ordered, choking on the words.
The vampire ignored his king’s demand. The vampire probably could not even hear the demand over Luna’s loud as fuck moans.
“Make him stop,” Bastille said weakly to Sly and Kobe as all three of them watched Luna’s hips rock against Nikolai’s fingers. This had not been part of the plan. He had meant to punish her. Take her to the brink of orgasm and leave her there.
Now, her face scrunched in ecstasy. Her mouth hung open as she gulped for breaths through her endless sounds of pleasure.
All the men seemed capable of hearing was the slick sound of Nikolai’s fingers working over her pussy.
“Please,” she begged, close to coming again.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, Bastille thought as he dug his nails into his palms, fighting the instinct to touch her again. Tohelpthe vampire bring her to orgasm. And another orgasm. And another. Until she forgot all about Daxton Dragomir.
Kobe dropped to his knees in front of them, gazing at Luna’s dripping pussy. “So lush, sowet,” he groaned. One of Kobe’s hands dipped to readjust his massive erection in his sweatpants. His face inched closer to the junction of Luna’s creamy legs. Entranced and hypnotized by her wetness, Kobe muttered to himself, “Want a taste of you too, Moonbeam.”
No.Shit. No. Bastille tried to shake himself. They needed to stop this. Nikolai had already drunk too much. The girl could… She could die.
“NO.” Bastille summoned all of his resolve and grabbed Nikolai by the back of the neck, yanking him and his fangs from Luna. He threw Nikolai against the wall, the impact shaking the entire cabin.
Nikolai’s red eyes were glazed over. Ingesting blood was a natural high only vampires knew. Typically, he always appeared regretful and angry at himself after feeding, but this time Nikolai’s expression was pure, smug pleasure.
“Just a lick, love. Just one,” Kobe whispered, still on his knees in front of Luna. Bastille turned to see the werewolf lean in and drag his tongue over her swollen, needy clit.
Fuck. Losing control of the situation.
Luna cried out again, her head falling back.
