Page 39 of Pretty Little Prey
And he is still hard.
Something about that detail made him seem all the more dangerous. As if, due to his erection, he might be thinking with only his most savage animal instincts. He slid from the bed and inched toward the closet.
In all his naked glory, he ripped open the closet door, towering over her where she kneeled. In that position, her mouth was even with his engorged, reddened cock, which jutted up against his stomach in painful, pent-up sexual frustration. Her lips pursed on a hissed breath, which blew directly over his glistening cockhead.
Bastille let out a violent growl and grabbed her by her hair.Not so gentle now. He pulled her to his bed, tossing her onto it as he stood before it. “What thefuckare you doing in here?”
“I—I…” Her orgasm had muddled her brain. She was still rolling through the aftereffects, her pussy still lightly spasming.
“I locked you in Kobe’s room, so what the fuck are you doing here?”
Could he tell the pink in her pale cheeks was from a fresh orgasm? “I—I broke through the lock.”
Bastille blinked, his eyebrows flying up in surprise. “Youwhat?”
Was he going to continue standing there naked and aroused? His broad chest was slick with sweat. The dusky tip of his shaft shone with barely contained pre-cum.
She tried to remember his question. “I picked the lock.”
“You know how to pick locks?”
A question she should not answer if she wanted to keep her upper hand, her element of surprise. Bastille thought her to be some spoiled prey, not a girl who lived on the run for years—he would not expect it when she escaped them.
“You were trying to escape,” Bastille said, putting together the puzzle even as his cock twitched against his stomach, begging to come. “And you came to my room… For the briefcase? You needed cash. You were going to disappear.”
How was this man capable of figuring it out when his dick seemed to throb with each heartbeat? Luna could hardly focus. Her front teeth sank into her bottom lip as her gaze darted down once more to his massive erection. The fat mushroom tip was purple and glistening.Hypnotic.
“Tell me, did you like the show you witnessed?” Bastille asked her, but instead of sounding smug, he sounded irritated. Because now she knew he fantasized about her?
“It was nothing,” she swore. “I didn’t see anything!”
“Ohh, not enough for you? You want to watch some more?” His right hand flattened against his muscular chest and slid down, down, down his light dusting of a happy trail, down to wrap around his shaft. He gave it a firm stroke. “Need to see the grand finale?”
“W-What?” Her mouth was so dry as she watched him give himself another slow stroke up and down his cock.
“I can smell you. Your arousal. Did you come with my name on your lips?” He stroked again, his fingers squeezing the base of him. “You touched your pussy while you watched me jerk off?”
She could not deny it.
He licked his lips and let his green gaze tease her skin. “Take off the shirt,” Bastille instructed.
“What?” She wore the large shirt Kobe had given her. “Why don’t you hypnotize yourself to see a woman’s naked body? You don’t need to see mine.”
He growled again—the sound so threatening.A real predator stands before me. “I want to seeyou.” He sounded so angry about it. Frustrated with himself. “Take off the shirt.”
She fiddled with the hem, which sat mid-thigh. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his hard length. His thick shaft strained up, toward her on the bed. Like even that part of him knew she was the cause of his pleasure.
“Take off the shirt before I rip it off you and make you walk around naked for the rest of your time here,” Bastille said.
She glared at him but…she wanted to follow his order. Her body ached to watch him lust for her. Second by second ticked by as she calmly removed the shirt, pulling it over her head and holding it beside her. After coming while watching Bastille, her nipples were still perky, hard little peaks for him. Her stomach contracted as cool air brushed over her bare sex.
“Happy now?” she asked him.
The pleased, masculine rumble that came from his chest made hot sparks roll over her revealed skin. Her body squirmed, not satisfied with only one orgasm.Greedy bitch.
Bastille loomed over the edge of the bed, near where her feet sat on the end. He grabbed her ankles, shackling them with his fingers, and pulled them far apart. She inhaled sharply at how he spread her legs, opening the view of her slick pussy to him. Another pleased sound came from deep in his chest. Something that sounded like a…rattle.
Weren’t basilisks supposed to release a rattle sound before they were about to strike? Luna cursed herself for not paying attention in shifter school when she was a teenager. Little had she known she would be a runaway with so little education and a dire need to know how to handle predator alpha shifters.
