Page 77 of Pretty Little Prey
“I was going to go grab some breakfast for us, in town somewhere,” she replied, trying to keep her heart rate as even as possible. “We worked up an…appetite. I was going to bring food back.” Wasn’t that what predators thought of prey? Obedient servants. Lovesick weaklings. Predator groupies.
But fox shifters knew when someone lied.
She looked at Sly, waiting for him to reveal her fib to the group. Instead, his gaze focused on the old, running motorcycle.
Sly’s head tilted, his eyebrows furrowing. “Did you hot-wire that thing?”
Bastille scoffed. “How would she know how to…” He glanced at the screwdriver.
The basilisk appeared…impressed?Not that she cared.
“Hot-wire vehicles often, Fleece Machine?” Sly asked, his joking manner always in place, but real curiosity sparkled in his blue eyes.
“I do what I have to.”
“And you think we’re going to believe that you were planning to drive to the closest town to pick us upbreakfast,wearing a shredded T-shirt?” Bastille questioned, his eyes narrowing. It seemed he had not forgotten her most recent escape attempt. Well, plural.Attempts.
Time to act like the perfect prey.Obedient, docile, giving, selfless, etc.
Dick whipped.
Luna blinked several times, trying to flutter her eyelashes. She also looked down instead of making direct eye contact—something most prey were known for as it was an act of submission.If they are led to underestimate me, I will be able to get away from them sooner.
She continued her lie, “I was, um, hungry after so much—well, um—I’ve never experienced such…”
“Fucking?” Bastille gracefully supplied.
“Y-Yes, sir,” she replied, trying to sound like a smitten schoolgirl.
Bastille raised a dark eyebrow at“sir.”
Was she laying it on too thick? Alpha predators tended to be too self-centered to reject an ego-stroking. “I j-just thought it would be nice if I got us some breakfast. There was no food for me to try to make something for us here.”Ha. Like she would ever waste her time makingthemsomething to eat.
“Why not wake us up to get you breakfast?” he asked, still suspicious.
“I thought it would be a nice surprise to, um, to reward you after all you did for me yesterday.”Oh, please. Was it the best sex of her existence—past and future? Yes. But it was not as ifshedid not rock their world right back at them.
Funny how the second you let men gangbang you, they decide they would like to keep you.
Bastille still appeared suspicious, but Kobe moved forward to wrap his arms around her.
He smelled likeman. Luna scolded herself for taking in several deep breaths of his alpha scent and relaxing into his embrace. “Ma chekka, you should never go out on your own,” he said.
“I’ve been on my own for six years,” she muttered bitterly, without thinking.
“Six years?” Nikolai frowned. “On your own since you were sixteen?”
The hair on the back of her neck stood up. “I don’t remember telling you my age.”
“I tasted you,” Nikolai said. “Much like a talented sommelier, I can tell how aged my wine is.”
“Gross.”
“Effective.”
Sly’s stomach growled loudly.
Peering at her with curiosity, suspicion, and undisguised interest, Bastille said, “Breakfast, then. We will take our new pet out for breakfast.”
