Page 79 of Pretty Little Prey
“When you said you’d been on your own since sixteen, what did you mean?” Nikolai asked another question.
Uh-oh. Her rule of “Tell no one anything” came into play. She shrugged. “Doesn’t every teenage girl feel alone?”Bob and weave, baby.
Nikolai nodded but pursed his lips.
The more she piqued their curiosity, the harder it would be to slip away.
When the food came, Luna elbowed the men and threatened to stab them with her fork if they took a bite from one of her many plates.
Bastille watched her carefully as he lazily bit from a strip of bacon. “You do not eat meat?” he asked.
“Might be something about being meat, myself.”
“You’ve never had a rack of lamb? Out of curiosity?”
“Screw you.” Luna flipped him off with her left hand as she shoveled hash browns into her mouth.
Dear Gods, they were delicious. She moaned lightly around her fork, licking it clean. Her tongue flicked out, scooping the potatoes reddened with ketchup. Another moan of taste bud heaven came from her.
The lush, lusty sound leaving her lips…
Nikolai gripped the edge of the table so hard, it cracked.
“Maybe try not to moan around us when you eat,” Sly said.
“Why?” Luna feigned ignorance. “It’s just sogood,” she moaned loudly, teasing the men as she fit a large bite of pancake into her mouth. The syrup she drenched it in dripped down her chin lewdly. “Mmmmmm.”
Kobe growled softly beside her, reaching between his legs to adjust his erection.
“That’s a lot of syrup, lamb,” Bastille said.
“Mmmm, itgushesin my mouth.” Did that sound seductive? Luna had little experience in trying to be seductive. “See?” She drizzled more syrup onto her bite and made sure to have the sticky substance shine on her lips as she licked them.
Why was she teasing them? She was not sure. But it felt like defiance. It felt…fun. When was the last time she’d had fun?
A second after she sexily consumed the dripping pancake, Bastille reached across the table, clasped a hand around her neck, and pulled her so her torso leaned over the plates of food. He pinched her chin, lifting it up, beforelickingher jaw and lips of the syrup.
His hot, thick tongue swiped from the bottom of her chin to the seam of her mouth, lapping up the syrup and lapping upher.
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat stuttering—which of course the four alphas could hear. A pleased rumbling sound shook Bastille’s chest as he finished his lick up with a hard, passionate kiss.
Luna had never been kissed likethis.
His lips slammed to hers, claiming and possessing. Like he wanted to eat her, ruin her, and cherish her all at the same time.
The kiss sucked the air from her lungs.
It turned her stomach upside down.
Made her skin break out into over-sensitive goosebumps.
Abruptly, Bastille let her go and sat back down.
Try to appear indifferent, she told herself. She shrugged as though the kiss had not just left her horny as heck.
He saw right through her and smirked. “Utter sweetness,” Bastille commented, whether on the syrup or her lips, she was not sure.
Clearing her throat, she glanced over and saw Nikolai also smirking at her. Confidence and smugness rolled off the sexy as hell men. Their expressions were very: “How could shenotwant us?”
