Page 124 of Let Us Prey
“I love it,” she barely whispers, and her eyes widen more, as if she’s recognizing the truth of her words. “It’s weird to think I would be okay with something like this, especially coming from Lucille and Bruno’s house… but I am. I feel…powerful.”
Good girl.
Delores repositions her hands on the surface of the desk and lowers her face to the worn wood, displaying that deliciously rosy ass to me so beautifully. She exhales, and I can see the fight go out of her—her ultimate submission instantly calming my wolf.
I am not my father’s son.
Tossing the ruler aside, I bring my hand down on her ass cheek hard, making her cry out. I then give my bunny no time to recover before landing two more hits in quick succession, each perfectly placed on her already sensitive skin. Her pussy is dripping, her legs shaking, her scent clouding my thoughts until all I can think about is being buried inside her.
But I won’t.
The final blow is harder than the first seven combined, and she comes with a strangled cry, her head lifting only to slam back down onto the desk with a painful thump.
Fuck.
No longer able to support her own weight, Delores slumps to the floor in a heap, her ass still exposed enough to display thefluffy white bunny tailthat’s popped out of her skin, like a red flag waved in front of a charging bull.
“Fuck.” This time, I curse out loud, backing so far away from Delores that my back hits the blinds covering the door.
“Cash?” she whispers, lifting her head, the mascara tracking down her face, the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen. “Sir?”
“You need to behave from now on,” is all I get out, my entire body vibrating with tension and lust. Withfear.“I… uh…I’ll see if Aubrey or Renard can escort you to wherever you need to go... "
She’s on her feet now, awkwardly pulling her pants up as she squints at me in confusion. “Why can’t you... "
“And we’ll practice outside from now on,” I hurriedly add, scrambling behind me for the doorknob and practically falling out of the office as the door opens. The last thing I see before I turn tail and run is Delores’ tear-stained face, looking as disappointed as I feel in myself.
Just another failure to add to my growing pile.
SIXTY-FIVE
Seize The Day
Delores
“From the top!”
I give the honey badger an incredulous look as I pant, shifting from foot to foot while I stretch my calves. This rehearsal is one of the most intense workouts I’ve had in a long time, and the level of regret I feel for revealing my acrobatic ability to my friends is bone deep at this point. I’ve done so many flips and handsprings since this morning that I may have scrambled my brains.
Rufus is a tin pot dictator when it comes to directing andsomeonedecided to give him control of the entire show.
“Ru-Ru, we’re gonna need to take a break. I can’t run those tricks twenty times in a row or I’m gonna get dizzy and pass out.” I pair my statement with a pleading look, noting that the other dancers and cast look ragged as well.
His face screws up, but Cori quickly intercedes. “This is going to be the best number the talent show has ever seen, but not if someone gets hurt while we rehearse.”
That seems to register.
“Fine! Take ten, but make sure you’re reviewing the counts. The leopards are alllateat the beginning of the newspaper section. It’shold 1,2,3,4… jump on 5,6… open 7,8!That’s what rips the paper and starts the hardest section of the dance break. Ithasto be right!”
Walking over to him on my toes as I work the cramps out of my arches, I give my friend a stern look. “It’s even more important that they pickupthe fucking papers and throw them. If I hit one of those while I’m tumbling, I’ll be lucky if I don’t rocket off the stage.”
Cori snorts. “I thought you were going to kick that gator’s ass when she stepped into yourcoupé-jeté.”
“We’re lucky Dolly got Professor Sarabhai to extend extra credit to the dance students, or we wouldn’t have enough people to do this performance justice,” Rufus grumbles as he drops to a crouch with his scribbled notes.
Cori and I exchange a look. She’s glowing like a rainbow goddess while I look like a pastel rat, but her part isn’t nearly as active as mine. There were only two dancers who could tumble available to work with us—the others were all strictly Team Heathers, and I refused to risk someone tripping me on purpose during the show. Our punk rock friend wasdeterminedto direct one of the hardest dance scenes from Clawway after my acrobatic display in the Fall, so I’m covering a lot of the harder dance and gymnastics moves.
It can’t hurt to get in more cardio when there’s a godsdamned sociopath loose, right?
