Page 9 of Pretty Little Prey
Knocking sounded at the front door of the suite.
Odd. They were not expecting anyone else.
Conrad strode to the door, cautiously looking through the peephole to see a curvy brunette wearing the shortest dress ever made. He cracked open the door. “Yes?”
“I’m here toserve.” The woman winked, jostling her large breasts at him as if the action were a secret handshake to be granted entry.
Conrad frowned. They had only ordered one woman. “Excuse me?”
“The company sent me for one hour,” the strange woman said. “Sorry I’m late, I—”
Shit.
Conrad slammed the front door closed as the realization settled.
The pearl-haired woman in a maid’s uniform had not been the hired “help.”
She was a stranger. Without a background check.
Conrad had left his king alone and vulnerable. She could be a paid assassin.
He ran.
“GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!”
Luna’s thoughts were in a lusty haze as she neared the brink of orgasm on the dragon’s gifted tongue. Mid-way through his devouring of her pussy, he transformed his tongue to be split at the tip like a serpent’s and teased her clit unlike any sex toy ever could.
He sucked the needy flesh into his mouth. Licked. Worshiped.
“Ahh,” she cried out again, writhing on his face. So close.So close.
Suddenly, large, warm hands closed around her hips andtossedher across the room. She landed against the plush carpet but still winced at the impact. Her elbow throbbed in pain. No doubt a bruise would appear there the next day.
“I said, get off him,” the male voice yelled again. It was the blond man who had greeted her when she arrived at the incorrect room.
The next two things happened in a blur.
The dragon shifter clamped a hand around the blond man’s throat and threw him down on the bed. “You DARE to touch your queen?” the dragon bellowed.
Luna flinched away from the anger.
“She wasn’t sent by the company,” the blond man revealed.
Luna’s eyes widened.Time to go. Considering the men were distracted, she hastily grabbed at her clothing and slipped it back on, though the dragon had placed her panties in an unknown location. The thing about being a prey:we may not have super speed, but our ability to scatter has no equal.
“She is a stranger who walked in here,” the man choked around the hand on his throat. “She could be sent to spy for them—”
“She. Is.Mine,” the dragon shifter roared.
The dragon’s back was to her and the open door of the bedroom as she slipped out of the room. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she quickly grabbed the briefcase full of cash from the living room’s coffee table and sprinted out the door. Instead of waiting for the elevator, she ran to the stairwell, taking two steps at a time in a rush to get out of there.
Never had she ever felt such strong sexual magnetism. Such chemistry. The way the dragon had made her feel—from barely even touching her.
Dangerous, she thought to herself.You trusted a predator before, and see how that turned out? She was still running from him six years later.
I will never trust another man again. Especially a predator shifter.
This briefcase full of cash was enough to start over somewhere new.The run continues. Rohan would not find her; she would make sure of it. Or die trying.
