Page 70 of Pretty Little Prey
“Fuck.” Bastille rubbed a hand over his face. “I already feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside her soon.”
“Not the only one,” Nikolai said.
“If any of us feels his control slipping, he taps out,” Bastille commanded. “Understood? We have to go slow. If we lose control and use our full strength, we could break her. We go slow.”
The men grunted in agreement.
Will finally have her, Kobe thought to himself, rubbing his face over her soft neck as the other men positioned themselves around her on the bed, making a nest of sorts.Mine for the taking. Mine forever. Must make it good for her.
“Who goes first?” someone asked, eliciting a deadly growl from Kobe.
She washismate. Yes, she was also Bastille’s mate, but wolves were more possessive than basilisks.
“Kobe, man, are you sure you can control yourself? You’ll have to be gentle—”
Another dark growl came from the werewolf as he sank down between his mate’s creamy legs, pulling them up to slink around his waist. She undulated for him, her face red and contorted in pleasure-pain.
“The growling is not giving us confidence that you’ll control yourself,” Sly said. “The wolf in you will want to rut her. You can’t be too forceful. You’re much stronger than her, you’ll have to be soft.”
“Will be soft,” Kobe dismissed Sly, not wanting to hear anything but his mate’s cries of ecstasy. His hand fell to the junction of her thighs and the pretty short patch of hair there. “Ready for me, ma chekka?”My mate.
“Hurry.” Her head flailed back and forth on the pillow, her hair bunching into knots that he would soothe later. “Please.”
Kobe aligned the tip of his shaft with her tight, wet entrance. After just slightly pushing the head inside, a groan was wrenched deep from Kobe. Her sheath gripped him so tight.
“Sohot, like a tiny forge.” Sweat trickled down Kobe’s chest as he prayed for self-restraint. Sly was right; Kobe’s instinct was to rut. To thrust—hard—with total abandonment. To jackhammer his hips with the pace of a hummingbird’s wings.She is too fragile for that kind of fucking.
Her pheromones continued coming off her in strong waves, hitting the men who wrestled with their self-control. Sly was already stroking himself. Nikolai and Bastille each kissed, licked, and sucked at her tits.
Kobe’s cock sank a little bit farther inside her, and Luna shrieked for more. He was just so big, and she was tighter than a fist. His heart raced in his chest, beating so hard it could have killed him. Slowly, he fed her more of his length.So slowly. Denying his basic instincts was like swallowing fire. Fucking painful; but, for his mate, he would do anything.
Tendons strained in Kobe’s neck as he pushed in a little more. Her hot inner muscles clamped around him like nothing ever had. So taut.How am I not tothrust?
The wolf inside him growled.NEED TO RUT.
No.
He swallowed; his nostrils bombarded by her scent.
Suddenly, Luna’s back arched off the bed. Her hips jerked up, impaling herself fully on the werewolf’s thick cock. Kobe groaned, shaking over her with the need to move. The muscles of his arms twitched to keep him upright when they instead wanted to flip her over on the bed so he could take her from behind—the way his wolf was used to fucking.
In and out in punishing, fast thrusts.
Need to rut.
“Ma chekka, please control yourself,” Kobe grated, fighting his wolf’s instincts with all he had. “Need to go slow or will…”
“No slow. Fast,” she moaned, rolling her hips to tease his cock in and out of her heavenly sheath.
Kobe’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Fast. Hard,” she pleaded.
Not good.
“Stay in control, Kobe,” one of the men said. He did not care which one.
Must not hurt her. Must keep her safe. Must pleasure her. Must fuck her. Must RUT.
