Page 73 of Pretty Little Prey
“Shit, she’s looking at my dick like she wants to suck it,” Sly groaned, jacking himself off faster now. That hand hypnotically smoothed over the length of him. Each time his fingers ran over the sensitive tip, his thighs trembled.
“Take her mouth,” Bastille commanded as he rammed inside her. “Claim her. She’s fuckingours. Forever.” Their skin slapped loudly, as he anchored his grip on her narrow waist. “Never letting you go.” Slowly, he brushed a hand down her stomach, down, down, to the swollen hood of her throbbing clit.
It’s almost too much. But still, it was not enough.
Sly cupped her jaw, moving forward on his knees on the bed, to settle his erection before her face. “Please?” he asked.
Maybe it was her prey “heat” instincts, but she wanted to devour the funny, cute fox shifter.
Want to watch him drop his humor and sarcasm.
Want to overrule him with mindless lust.
She opened her mouth and gave a long lick from the base of him to the tip, flicking around the head.
Sly snarled and dug his fingers into her silvery white hair, yanking her mouth onto his aching cock.
“Such a good little lamb,” Bastille kept whispering dirty talk into her ear. Saying how good she felt, how he could feel her pussy gushing around him, how they were going to make her forget all about the dragon… “Suck him deep, Princess. I want his dick brushing against your tonsils as you moan for more.”
Why were his words just turning her on even more?
She closed her lips around Sly’s shaft and bobbed her head as Bastille continued his punishing thrusts from behind.
“Fuck, she’s—ohhh, she’s really good at that.” Sly’s hips twitched as he restrained himself from mindlessly fucking her mouth. Sweat slicked his chest as he fisted her hair and prayed for control. His stomach muscles tensed as she sucked him.
“She’s just getting tighter and wetter,” Bastille announced in awe. “You like being our little slut in heat? You like taking two of us, pet? How about more?”
Luna felt a finger dip between her ass cheeks to rub over her back entrance, that hidden rosebud. In surprise, her pussy seized Bastille’s cock, gripping him so tight he paused his movements and groaned.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” He punched forward with his hips, beginning a new pace that had her toes curling in the sheets. “Yeah, you like the idea of taking three of us at the same time, don’t you? Don’t you, you perfect—fucking—woman?”
He pressed then eased then pressed then eased a finger at her back entrance, teasing her with what could be. She had never felt dual sensations before, never been with more than one man.That’s about to change. She wanted it. To be held by multiple strong men, to be protected and pleasured by them.
“You want to be filled to the brim with two cocks like a good girl?”
Sly howled when she hollowed her cheeks on a strong suck of his cock, tonguing him as well.
Someone cursed loudly. Nikolai. He was slipping down a path of no return as his red eyes burned on Luna’s bare, flushed flesh. She was hot everywhere, her blood pumping quickly and pinkening her creamy skin.
“Needataste,” Nikolai grated through his lengthening fangs.
“No,” Sly said but was distracted by her pliant mouth. “She’s too weak for you to bite her, man.”
Nikolai slid closer, licking his lips. “Thirsty.”
“No,” Sly reminded him.
Luna lashed the tip of Sly with her tongue.
“Fuck!” Sly bucked, his cock sliding deeper in her mouth, causing her to gag for a second.
Nikolai’s red eyes blazed as he once more rasped, “Need a taste.”
“Nik, no.”
“Sit back, vampire,” Bastille commanded as his king.
The vampire shot forward.
