Page 7 of Pretty Little Prey
Her heart stalled at the sight of the heartbreakingly handsome man raising her panties, clenching them in a tight fist, to his nose.
Darkness washed over his face, his eyes big balls of tantalizing black. His lips curled like an animal as his nostrils flared for her scent.
A loud growl pierced through the hazy mist of lust in the room. And it came fromhim.
Self-control. Gone.
He snarled and sprang onto the mattress, holding himself above her. He fisted the sheet beside her hips, balancing his face over her stomach as he peered down at her. “Rub that swollen little clit for me before I lose control and suckle it for hours,” he dared her. “Want you soaking these sheets by the end of the night. I want to fucking swim in you.”
She was so hot at this point, she had to be on fire. Her skin from head to toe was a flushed pink. Sweat slickened the back of her neck, matting her platinum hair.
Her thoughts were nothing but a constant loop of, “Oh Gods, Oh Gods, ohgodsohgodsohgods.”
With a shaky hand, she settled her fingers firmly over her throbbing clitoris, stroking it hard and fast. She hissed as more wetness leaked from between her legs. Her core throbbed and clenched around nothing. She had never felt so empty. So…hungry.
“Mmmmm,” the dragon shifter’s chest rumbled with approval. One of his hands left the mattress to wrap around his erection and give it a firm stroke up and down, before releasing himself. The flushed head of his cock glistened. His tortured expression spurred her on as she masturbated for him.
Watching her pleasure seemed almost too much for him.
“Fuck,” he cursed again, closing his eyes for a moment. “My dragon wants…a taste.”
“B-But you can’t touch me?”
“Shouldn’t. Feeling very—” another animalistic growl shot out of him, and he lowered and thrust himself against her hip, skin to skin.
His hot shaft seared her, wetness rushing uncontrollably between her legs at the direct contact of their bodies touching. His dick throbbed noticeably against her, so pent up with arousal for her. She moaned for it. For him. Formore.
“If—oh—if you can’t touch me, can I touch you?” she asked, her breath hitching on the words as her fingers sped up their strokes over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You wish to…touch me?” He looked surprised. Like he was used to holding back. Like he had not felt the touch of a woman he desired in a long time.
“What if you lay back?” she asked. “I—I could move on you.”
With impossible speed, she found herself straddling him. He must have turned them on the bed in half a second, positioning her spread legs over his hard stomach.
His eyes were entirely black now. Predatory.
But he is not Rohan.
There was no fear in her. She had never felt so…desired.
How was she going to leave him at the end of the night? Twenty thousand dollars, but never knowing this man’s body and touch and passion again?
“Ride me,” he demanded.
She began lowering herself to where his reddened, engorged cock strained toward her body.
He shook his head, grabbing at her hips to stop her descent. “No. Here.” He tapped his mouth. “Ride my lips and tongue. It is time for my taste, little one.”
Daxton’s dragon instinct was taking over him. Still, he pushed it back, trying to capture it in its cage so he could enjoy this for himself first.
His first taste of his mate’s needy, quivering quim.Drench my tongue, beauty.
She ever so slowly moved to straddle his face. Biting her lip, she appeared hesitant to put her full weight on him.
Need her.
He gripped her thighs, splaying them open and throwing her onto his face. She hastily grabbed at the bed’s headboard to balance herself.
