Page 8 of Pretty Little Prey
Yes.
The first taste of her wet honey was ecstasy. The sounds of her moans were pleasure unequaled. How had he gone his entire existence without this woman?
Mine.
With each teasing lap of his tongue over her swollen clit, Daxton lost more and more control over his dragon. His instinct to align his cock with her entrance and thrust inside her tight sheath grew harder to ignore.
He didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want to scare her off.
Mate.
His dragon wanted to fuck her into submission until she knew she was his, forever.
Because he was hers.
Her hips jerked back and forth, grinding her pussy onto him.
As her moans grew louder, his hands fell from the tops of her smooth thighs to fist the bed beneath him. His claws sliced through the sheets. As he laid on his back and she rode his face to an orgasm, he bucked his hips. His cock rubbed against his own stomach, wanting her. Needing her.
Control slipping…
Chest heaving, he clamped a large palm around his shaft, gripping it tight and stroking—trying to push away the rising madness. If anything, his control over his dragon slipped further with each jerk of his cock. Yet, he couldn’t stop.Reaching a point of no return. He jerked himself faster. Harder.
Fuck.Fuck.Must fuck.
His rising growl vibrated and hummed against her hypersensitive clit. She shrieked, so close to release, he could basicallytasteit.
That’s it, just a little more, little mate.Feel my tongue? It wants inside you, just like my rock-hard cock.
“Yes, yes,” she cried out, approaching orgasm.
He would be the only man to make her come ever again.This, I vow.
No matter what the prophecy says, this woman is mine and mine alone.
He jerked his hard dick faster, the tip growing slicker.
Tonight, my dragon will rise and pump my seed into her.Claim her.
Just at the thought of coming inside his mate, Daxton’s balls tightened, his tongue flattened to her clit—
“GET THE FUCK OFF HIM,” a male voice yelled.
Chapter 4
Conrad had paced the length of the large penthouse suite ever since the pretty woman stepped inside King Daxton’s bedroom quarters. She was…different from the usual women who were sent to him.
For one, none of the women had ever made King Daxton moan like that. Dear Gods, the walls were thin. Conrad had heard every single growl, rumble, moan, sigh, and hitch of breath since she first walked inside and left his sight.
And he was goddamn hard from those sounds.
The lion shifter’s cock ached behind his dark jeans. Just as his king had gone without sex for so long, Conrad had done the same.
In the privacy of the living room, Conrad palmed the hard bulge between his legs. The woman with the platinum blond hair came to mind as he squeezed and hissed out a pleasured breath.
He wanted her too.
King Daxton and Conrad had shared women before. Maybe he could join them. Kiss the back of her neck as he guided her hand to stroke him…
