Page 42 of Pretty Little Prey
Trust no one. Ever.Not with your heart or body. Especially a predator.
In that moment, she might as well have been a reptilian shifter because her blood went cold in her veins. Rage set up a home in her heart, decorating it with angry red. Frantically throwing on the shirt Kobe had given her to sleep in, she rose from the bed. Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she trudged to the door where Kobe and Sly stared at her.
Shoving her middle finger out toward the basilisk, she sneered, “Screw you, Bastille! Like I’d ever want to belong to you or be kept by you.”
He smirked and turned from her. “You wanted me just fine a few minutes ago.”
She replied, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m a prey surrounded by predators, and myprotectiveinstincts are pushing me toward my heat as adefensemechanism. I was horny, and—if I can’t have the dragon—I figured you were a mediocre stand-in.”
Bastille’s spine stiffened, obvious from how he stood shirtless with his back still to her. He ever so slowly spun to look at her. Wrath rolled from him in waves, invisibly slapping her skin and making it sting.
His fangs began to become noticeable when he opened his mouth to speak. “Whatthe fuckdid you just say?” he growled. His eyes narrowed to serpentine-like slits.
“Shit,” Sly muttered. It was the first time Luna had heard the comedic fox shifter with actual concern in his voice.
“Let me summarize in less words for youritty bittysnake brain to understand,” she remarked haughtily.
“Oh,shit,” Sly repeated.
“The dragon wasbetter,” she said simply. “And his dick? Bigger.”
“You FUCKING—” Bastille shot forward but Sly caught him, tackling him to the wall before he could get to Luna.
Kobe quickly grabbed her by the waist and began pulling her from the room. “That’s enough, Moonbeam. Bedtime now.”
“I will fuckingfiletyou!” Bastille hissed as Kobe yanked her away.
Nikolai appeared just outside in the hallway, his red eyes wide. “What’s going on?”
There was a loud crashing noise, and Bastille emerged in the hall. Clearly, Sly had not been strong enough to hold him back. The basilisk glared at where Kobe’s hands secured Luna by the hips.
Bastille strode forward as he threatened, “Maybe I should send the dragon one of your pretty fingers in a box.”
“Try it,” she growled back. Her fierce anger and hurt pride did not allow her to realize the repercussions—the danger—of threatening a creature like him. She just kept thinking about that feeling of being thrown away. Used. Destroyed by Rohan.Predators are monsters.
“Maybe sending a finger is too small of a gesture,” Bastille said. “What about a whole hand? That way he could at least jack off with it—romantic, don’t you think?”
“Fuck you!”
His dark brows rose, and he smirked. “You were begging me to fuck you minutes ago.” His hand fell to grip his bare cock. “I bet you’re still wet for me.”
“Come near me, and I’ll chop your dick off,” she threatened him—one of the most dangerous creatures in existence. Her “flight” instinct had taken a backseat in this fight.
Bastille gazed at Kobe, Sly, and Nikolai, making eye contact with each as he yelled, “No one touches her!”
Sly put his hands up in the surrender pose. Yet, Kobe did not remove his hands from her sides.
“If she wants the dragon, then she only gets the dragon,” Bastille added, scowling at her. “We don’t touch her no matter how much she begs.”
She glared back, opening her mouth to state that she would never beg, but he continued.
“And you will beg.” Bastille’s voice dripped with contempt. “Because just like you said, you’re a prey. We’re predators. Sooner or later, our pheromones will trigger your heat. You think you’ll be asking for the dragon then? No. You’ll be mindless to get fucked by the nearest cock, and I will enjoy watching you rolling around in need—unsatisfied.”
Sly scoffed, stealing Bastille’s attention.
Bastille belted at him, “What?”
“Bastille,” Sly said. “We… If she goes into heat, there’s no way we’d be able to resist it. Her pheromones would—”
