Page 80 of Pretty Little Prey
Sassily, Luna asked the vampire, “How is your blood sausage? Taste better than Sly’s neck?” With how taboo vampire bites were, she had basically asked, “Do you prefer the taste of your sausage or Sly’s cock?”
Nikolai’s jaw dropped.
Sly sucked in a loud breath.
And Kobe and Bastille burst into hearty laughter that felt so foreign yet so welcome against her ears.
Sly shook his head and pointed an accusatory finger at Luna. “That shit was not fucking funny.”
“You liked it,” Nikolai remarked.
“You bit me!”
“And you came. Twice.”
This time, Luna joined in with the laughter. At the melodic sound of her surprising giggles, the men’s smiles grew until everyone at the table grinned idiotically at each other.
Sly pointed at Luna, “You’re one to talk, Ms. I-Don’t-Eat-Meat-But-I-Suck-Cock-Like-A-Champion.”
Luna’s mouth gaped as she guffawed.
“She doesn’t eat meat because she has ethical standards—same reason she’ll never fuck you, Sly,” Bastille shot back.
“Damn,” Nikolai snickered.
Sly chuckled, not taking any offense. In fact, the fox shifter seemed delighted to hear such a humorous dig from his typically cold king.
Luna rolled her eyes. “I don’t eat meat because I relate to being seen as a commodity. Being seen as only good for what I can be used for. Hunted, slaughtered…” She blinked when she realized she had just shared a little too much information. Too muchrealness. She tried to laugh off her statement but when she glanced at the predators, they all wore serious, solemn expressions.
Bastille’s fist clenched on the table beside his plate. He growled, “No one touches you or hurts you ever again.”
Kobe nuzzled his face into the crook of her shoulder, laying a sweet kiss to her collarbone. “Protect,” he grunted, promising all she had ever wanted with one word.
“We know what it is like to be hunted for what we are,” Nikolai stated softly from across the table, staring at her with his intense red eyes.
Luna frowned at Nikolai’s comment.Preywere the hunted ones. “But you’re predators.”
“You’ll learn in our world that dark shifters tend to be the ‘outsiders’notby choice,” Bastille said. “Those of us who didn’t lose their families—” Bastille’s gaze flicked over to Kobe. “—were abandoned by them.”
Kobe shifted closer to Luna in the booth, his large thigh warming the side of hers under the table. “Will never leave you,” Kobe vowed to Luna.
“If you wish for us to eat less meat…” Bastille dragged a finger over his fork and met her gaze, stunning her with those bright green irises. “I would be willing to try a…salad.”
Shocked, Nikolai turned to gape at him.
“Wow, king of the Dark Ones willing to eat salad,” Sly remarked. “Your pussy is magic, Luna.”
In a smooth move, Bastille stabbed his fork into Sly’s hand. Luna guffawed again, breaking into surprised giggles.Gods, I am a sick person, she mused to herself but cracked up at how innocently straight-faced Bastille was after just stabbing his friend.
“Aw, fuck,” Sly cursed, pulling out the fork and rubbing the back of his hand as it healed up.
“OnlyIget to refer to her pussy as magic,” Bastille rasped, gazing at her with enough heat and longing to make her fan herself.
For a moment, Luna realized she may like the predators—a little bit.
And they liked her.
And shereallyneeded to leave them behind or life was about to become messy.
