Page 59 of Pretty Little Prey
His lips pulled up at the ends. “You’re lying.”
“You don’t know that; you’re not the fox shifter of the group.”
Bastille tsked. “And here I thought a precious prey would not be caught dead in the woods, let alone willing to rut against the bark of a tree.”
“I guess you don’t know me.”
Bastille’s right hand dropped behind her, smoothing over the curve of her ass under the shirt.Pert and perfect. Palming the round squeezable flesh, he groaned into her ear, instinctively grinding his aching cock against her.
“You’re supposed to be proper,” he told her. “Docile. The dragon’s perfect innocent mate.”
“Fuck you,” she shot back, and he suppressed a lusty chuckle.
“Mmm, you’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you, Lamb Chop? I can tell how bad you need it.”
She scoffed a little too dramatically. A little toolady-doth-protest-too-much. “As if.”
Bastille ran his smooth hand up her inner thighs, disappearing under the baggy shirt.
She sucked in a breath. “W-What are you doing?”
Whatwashe doing? Thinking with his throbbing cock, that’s what. “The guys will find us soon. If you’re aroused, Nikolai might try to bleed you dry again. Bloodlust and lust get confused for him.”
“But I’m n-not aroused.”
“The scent of you thickens the night air,” he whispered to her neck, his hand moving higher and higher up the shirt. Up her legs. So close to where she would have been wearing panties if this had been a normal night.
A second ticked by in slow motion just before he ran the backs of his fingers between her slit, opening her to the chilled night air and petting her there.
He bit back a curse. “Fucking drenched for me.”
“Not for you,” she tried to protest but her hard tone became flimsy upon his touch.
“If I have to fuck your mouth to get you to stop lying, I will,” he threatened. She shuddered at his sexual words. Her hips flexed to his touch. His cock continued to throb with each of his erratic heartbeats. “Look at you, wet and pliant for my fingers.” He groaned. “Want to feed my cock into you.”
“Bastille.”
“Woman,my name on your lips.” He could come from the sound alone.He jerked his hips against her, rubbing his erection over her. “Be a good girl and touch my cock while I make you come on my fingers.”
Another gasp of surprise. “Excuse me?”
“You got to come last night, while your little display in the kitchen left me hard as nails. If you’re greedy enough to demand another orgasm before bed, then you should at least return the favor to one of us.”
She bared her teeth at him even as she wet his fingers. His thumb circled her needy little clit, and her eyelids hooded. “I don’t have to do anything,” she replied.
“You hate me that much?”
“Despise you,” she bit back.
Because he was so beneath the dragon, she did not want him?
I’m never good enough.
“I could make you touch me,” Bastille mused darkly. The twin hypnotic spirals appeared over his green eyes once more.
“Y-You wouldn’t,” she stuttered, trying so hard not to be swept up in those entrancing eyes again. “Not against my will.”
Damn it, she was right. He wouldn’t. The spirals faded. But fuck, he wanted her to at least want him a fraction of how much he wanted her. Was he expected to finger her to bliss and receive nothing? Hand her over to the dragon and receive nothing? He wanted her to choose him.
