Page 105 of Let Us Prey
Until Bash knows I don’t belong only to him.
It’s that last spiteful thought that propels me forward until I’ve caged her in with my larger body. “No, Delores,” I growl, letting my fangs elongate so I can drag them along the neck she’s presenting to me in the most beautiful show of submission. “Notjusta kiss.”
She tilts her head to meet my gaze, the playful sparkle back in her eyes. “I like the sound of that, but how ‘bout dinner and a movie first?”
I snap back to standing, breathing heavily. No way in hell would I feel like enduring a formal dinner and a packed public theater before I enjoy my girl tonight, but I can appreciate her wanting to be wined and dined first.
A sneaky workaround occurs to me. “Would you settle for takeout Thai and a random movie in the Shirdale Memorial Theater? Because a certain professor has keys to sneak us in. I bet he could even figure out how to stream the ball dropping in Pred Square.”
Delores laughs again. “Yes! That actually sounds like the perfect date. Let’s do it!”
Twenty minutes later, Delores is at the main entrance of the Shird with my wallet while I wrestle the large projector screen out from backstage. When she returns with our food, I point toward the selection of movies I’ve found, nodding in approval when she picks the one about the older hitman who takes on a young girl as his apprentice so they can avenge her family. Lo seems most excited about the violence, but she’s about to find out there’s a serious age-gap romance in the storyline as well.
Life imitating art, and all that.
Spreading out a drop cloth on the stage like a picnic blanket, we find some prop pillows and create a cozy nest around our Pad Thai. I know this movie by heart, so I spend most of dinner sneaking glances at my girl, unable to ignore how her schoolgirl skirt is riding up her thighs with the way she’s sitting. By the time we’re done eating, my fox is aching for her, and the instant she sets aside the containers, I pounce.
“Nico!” she squeals in delight as I nip at her bottom lip before working my way into her mouth. She tastes spicy and sweet, and all I can think about is how she tasted similar the last time my face was buried between her thighs.
Refusing to break our kiss, I blindly fumble open her remaining shirt buttons, fully revealing the lacy bra she taunted me with earlier. I briefly peek down to see just enough skin showing through the filigree design that I moan, helpless in the face of such perfection.
If her panties match, I won’t survive this.
“I want more,” she gasps, and I purr in response, more than happy to provide. Her scent is permeating my brain until I barely register that her bra is gone and now I’m unzipping her skirt, my hands shaking as I fight against the claws threatening to emerge. Delores shimmies out of the skirt before kicking it away, the revelation of hermatchingpanties making me painfully harden. I back away only as long as it takes for me to strip to nothing, gritting my teeth as my fox violently thrashes beneath the surface, desperate to get out—desperate to claim her.
Down, boy.
A wicked smile curls my lip as my bunny leans back on her elbows and begins to spread her legs. Then she snaps them closed just as quickly, pure horror washing over her expression. I spin around, ready to fight whoever got into the locked theater, but no one’s there. Turning back to Delores, I’m confused to find her clenching her thighs together with her hands trapped between them, a deep blush spreading over her cheeks.
“Uh, could you get me some extra napkins or, um, a towel, or... " she trails off, refusing to meet my gaze as her plump bottom lip trembles. I’m about to follow her orders—anything to help with whatever’s happening—when I suddenly catch the scent of what’s causing her so much strife.
Blood.
My vision tunnels, saliva filling my mouth as parts of me start to uncontrollably shift. It takes all my willpower to concentrate on getting myself back under control, to not tackle her like a wild beast, tonotfixate on thefresh blood pouring out of my girlfriend’s pussy.
Fenrir, have mercy on my soul.
“Nico?” she whines, and the sound of my name on her lips is my undoing.
Instead of going into full beast mode, I snap into a state of absolute control, my thoughts steady as I refocus on my prey. “Spread your legs, Lo,” I calmly speak, but the command in my tone is clear.
“Wh-what?” she croaks, even as her body naturally responds, even if only by an inch.
“Wider,” I grit out. “Show me.”
She’s shaking now, but it’s not fear flavoring the air—it’s a desire so potent, I can barely breathe. Keeping her gaze locked on mine, Delores leans back on her elbows again, spreading her legs until I have an unobstructed view of her panties. The cerulean is washed out in the reflected light from the movie, which only makes the growing dark patch calling to me like a godsdamn siren’s song even more apparent.
I’m panting with need as I crawl toward Delores, but I still glance up at my girl, checking in that she’s truly okay with this. She nods in affirmation, her big blue eyes as round as saucers as she watches me lower my head until my face is hovering just above the ruined lace.
Gently running my nose up her center, through the fabric, I deeply inhale, groaning at her scent before chasing the path with my tongue. I lap at her repeatedly, until she’s writhing beneath me, her panties so soaked I’ve practically licked them clean.
Allowing my claws to lengthen, I shred the fabric and toss it aside so she’s bare before me, the absolute perfection of her made better by the added layer of flavor. I can still sense her nervousness, so I lean down again and deposit the softest kiss on her most intimate parts, licking my lips clean afterward with a shaky groan.
“Just a kiss, huh?” she jokes, although there’s a waver in her voice that’s making me feral.
“No, Lo,” I growl, running my fingers along her inner thighs, spreading her wider. “I’m going to fucking devour you.”
Delores squeaks as I dive in like a man—a fox—possessed. I plunge my tongue inside her, my face pressed so tightly against her I can feel blood spreading over my cheeks, but I give zero fucks. Her hands fly to my hair, yanking me tightly against her as she gasps and bucks, and I send up a brief prayer of gratitude to whichever god has blessed me with this miracle tonight.
