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“Shut the fuck up, Sly.”
He shut his mouth.
“Wow, what woman could resist your charms?” Luna mocked. “You really are so nice to your friends.”
His hands balled into white-knuckled fists at his sides. Bastille tipped his head back and roared with boiling anger. He breathed heavily, exhaling his rage before stating evenly, “She picked the locks on your door to escape, Kobe.”
Sly, Nikolai, and Kobe blinked in surprise before glancing at her.
“From now on, someone always remains with her. So she can’t escape.”
Well, shit, she thought to herself. But she would find a way to slip out. She had to.
“Kobe, she’ll sleep in your room. No touching.”
Kobe’s expression was one of pure heartbreak. He wanted to touch her that bad?Maybe I can use that to my advantage, she thought. After all, why was the werewolf loyal to such an asshole basilisk?
“And if any of you dare to touch her, dare to make her come, I’ll fucking know it.” Bastille stared through her. “I know what sounds she makes.”
As Luna was escorted back to Kobe’s room for her lockdown, she heard Sly comment under his breath to Bastille, “Just a meek, little prey, huh?”
Chapter 18
Luna did not see herself as impulsive, but if any emotion led to her making thoughtless, dangerous choices, it was anger. Hatred. And shehatedBastille. His words of “sloppy seconds” kept echoing in her mind, zig-zagging back and forth in her skull, as she laid on Kobe’s bed, eyes closed in the darkness.
The werewolf slept on the floor per Bastille’s orders of “no touching.” It made her want to slink down and join him, seduce him, and touch him all over—until Bastille heard her come around the werewolf’s cock.What kind of thought is that?Dangerous!
As much as she feared werewolves due to Rohan, she had to admit Kobe was utterly gentle with her. He had given her a small tour of his room, shown her which blankets were the softest, and offered her hot tea and hot milk to help her sleep. Though Bastille had given an order, Kobe looked at her like he wanted nothing else but to touch her.
When she had glanced down…his erection bulged the front of his gray sweatpants.
She let out a deep sigh and turned in the bed. It really was a massive mattress—though Kobe was a wide, broad-shouldered man, so she supposed maybe there wasnotroom for both of them without touching.
At the sound of her shifting, Kobe whispered from the floor. “Moonbeam? Are you alright?”
She cleared her throat. The pet name he gave her filled her with…notanger. Not fear. Instead, it was something warm and bubbly.Dangerous, she repeated to herself.
“I’m fine,” she told him. “Just wired.”
Silence blanketed the dark room once more. She opened her eyes, staring into the pitch black.
“Do you fear him, Moonbeam?” Kobe asked softly.
“Fear Bastille?”
“I would never let him hurt you,” he promised.
But could he stop him even if he wanted to? Basilisks could kill just from eye contact.
“Will protect you with my life,” Kobe said.
She sucked in a breath. “Why?” Leaning up on an elbow, she peered over the edge of the mattress, but she was unable to see him in the dark room.
“You are my mate.”
Oh Gods, another predator male who thought she was his mate? What the heck was going on?
“Are you sure?” she asked, doubtful. It was rare for a predator to be mated to a prey. And for a prey to be mated tomultiplepredators? Unheard of.
