Page 94 of Pretty Little Prey
Nikolai said, “New vampires are very hungry. We don’t blame you.”
“Youdon’t blameme?” Anger took over. No more tears. Only anger. Seeing red, she tackled Bastille to the ground, forcing the king of the Dark Ones to his back. She shouted at him, “I will never stop trying to run from you.”
His heartbroken expression nearly gave her pause. She had never seen something so raw and vulnerable from him.
Bastille whispered, “Do not say that, lamb.”
“I am not a ‘lamb’ anymore! I am a parasite,” she shouted.
Nikolai flinched, stumbling back at her word choice.Parasite.
“Alrighty now, Luna,” Sly said slowly. “Let’s not say something you’ll regret later.”
“Youwantmeto spendmore timethinking about the choicesImake beforeImake them?”
“That was a lot of emphasis in one sentence,” the fox shifter commented.
Bastille tried again, still pinned by her. “Once you calm down, you will see that this is best for you.”
His words seemed to cause nothing but rage in her.
She could kill him. She wanted to kill him.Thiswas what she knew of predator men. They did what they wanted, to whoever they chose, without regret or remorse or compassion or thought for the consequences to their actions. They had changed her biology—her species—without her consent simply because they wanted to.
Rage unleashed.
Red tinted her vision as she bared her fangs at Bastille and bit viciously into his neck.
Pleasure.
If she thought that human blood had tasted good before, she now knew basilisk blood was even better. Like a cold, thick chocolate milkshake.
“Shit,” Bastille hissed as she sucked from his neck.
She wanted to cause him pain. Real pain. She wanted… She wanted…
Oh gods, he tasted so good. She moaned into the flavor.
She felt someone’s hands move to her hips from behind her, trying to pull her away from him.
“No, don’t touch her,” Bastille commanded, the sound of a snake’s rattle humming in his chest. “I did this to her. I will feed her.”
The hands left Luna’s body. Instead, they were replaced by Bastille palming the sides of her waist and holding her as she straddled him on the ground. Luna clutched his head and shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck where she drained him of blood.
He tastes like perfection. Like pure lust.
“That’s it,” Bastille rasped into her ear. “Take your fill of me.” She dragged a mouthful from him, swallowing hard. “Fuck, you’re a thirsty little thing.”
His cold blood caused a change in her, hotwiring her body to only feel capable of lust—albeit angry lust. Her bite had a similar effect on him it would seem, considering she felt his dick thicken where her stomach touched him. The hot feel of his length stirred something animalistic and wild in her.
“Mmm, you’re experiencing bloodlust,” Bastille said. “I’ll admit, your bite is having a bit of an effect on me too.”
A bit? She wanted him mindless! She sank her teeth into him harder, and the answering throb of her pussy was impossible to ignore.
His blood made her so wet for him. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hard dick inside her while she drank. Deep thrusts into her as she sipped deeply from him.
“Mmm, my mate loves the taste of me.” Bastille’s chest rumbled with approval. “I can smell your arousal, pet. Drinking from me turns you on.”
Damn him! Her hips were already rocking just above his crotch. She wanted to drop herself flush against him and grind to an orgasm.
