Page 138 of Let Us Prey
“He misses you, you know,” she whispers in my ear. “Even if he’s too much of an idiot to say it, or even realize that’s what he’s feeling underneath all that self-righteous anger.”
“It’s too late,” I rasp, Bash’s scent still lingering on her skin, making me harden with nowhere to hide.
“He misses kissing you,” she continues as if I haven’t spoken, ghosting her lips over mine before pressing more firmly, her tongue demanding entrance that I gladly grant. I’m instantly lost, tangling my tongue with hers, moaning into her warm, wet mouth as I stroke her curves, memorizing every inch of her soft skin.
An absolute masterpiece.
Delores breaks our kiss, sliding her hands down my chest and abs as she drops to her knees. “He misses this too,” she smirks before closing those perfect lips over the head of my cock and sinking to the hilt.
“Fuck,”I choke out, burying my hands in her multi-hued hair, which could look almost black in the low light if I squinted enough. I trace her jawline, imagining her smooth skin has a hint of stubble, making me involuntarily thrust.
She pulls back, popping my dick out of her mouth to gaze up at me through long lashes. “I want you to pretend I’m him.”
“What?” I hiss, even though that’s exactly the game I’m already playing. “Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because I miss this too,” she replies, tracing the V of my crown with her tongue before trailing down my shaft. “The three of us together... " She sucks my balls into her sinful mouth, one by one, rolling them around as I shudder and buck. Then, because she’s not destroying me enough, she adds, “I can’t wait until Cash joins us—until I getallmy wolves, and my fox, in bed with me.”
By Fenrir, I’m not gonna last long…
With a growl, I dig my claws into her hair, yanking her closer and thrusting deep into her throat. She hums in approval, but my bunny claimedmejust as much as I claimedher, so her claws come out too, digging deep into my thighs, holding mein place.
Reminding me who I belong to.
Delores may be on her knees before me, butsheis unquestionably the one in control here. I desperately moan while she matches me thrust for thrust, the obscenely wet sounds her mouth is making around my cock echoing throughout the room as I helplessly barrel toward release.
As usually happens, a kaleidoscope of color is bursting behind my eyelids, but I force my eyes open again. The light from my headlamp passes over the stained glass panel, and my breath catches as an odd shape appears on the opposite wall. It almost looks like the head of adragon,which makes me instantly glance away. My alpha and beta may be welcome in my dirty fantasies, but a grumpy book dragon isnot.
Lo drags her teeth along my shaft—a trick she learned from Bash, no doubt—and that mixed with his lingering scent throws me over the edge. My hips stutter and I gasp as I spill down her throat, my thoughts a jumbled mess of wolves and bunnies, fangs and fur, and blinding lust mixed with overwhelming sadness.
I wish I could tell her everything.
I’ve shown Delores every letter from D.C.—all except the most recent. I only received it a few hours before the talent show yesterday, but I still don’t think I’ll be sharing this one with her. The message was surprisingly direct, without the usual smoke and mirrors, somehow making the reality of my current situation finally hit home. I have a hard decision to make—one I have to make—and it’s the type of choice that will leave me unhappy either way.
I wish things could be different.
My bunny stands and gives me a shy smile, which I immediately drink down with a passionate kiss. “I love you,” I whisper, feeling her stiffen in my arms. Before she can reply to my last confession, I pull back and flash her my most charming smile. “Now let’s finish this adventure.”
SEVENTY-ONE
Thriller
Delores
After my adventure in the tunnels with Nico, I had to settle in and focus on my end of the year projects and exams.
The threat of the killer is still a concern, but the rest of my problems have all but disappeared since the talent show. It turns out, my performance impressed not only my guys—apparently, an amateur video of my song went viral, and now the entire student body is desperate to be part of my ‘entourage.’
Barf. They were fine with bullying me until three weeks ago, so I’m not putting stock in their fickle loyalties.
However, one good thing has come out of my fifteen minutes of fame: it has effectively neutralized the Heathers’ power. Heather Romulus—or, whoever she was—has disappeared from Apex, and everyone from the art kids to jocks to nerds are shunning my former tormentors like Leah Remini at a Scientology convention. Scary platypus Cormac with the student newspaper has relegated Heather B. to delivery duties and, except for Professor Abel, any teachers or staff who were opportunistically siding with the Council heirs have backed off. It feels fantastic to be free from their constant buzzing, like gnats in my ears, but I realized I’d started to give them less airtime, anyway.
I have bigger fish to fry.
While I’m stuck studying for final exams, Aubrey has been sending me tidbits from his research in the archives and the internet, to look over whenever I take a break. We’ve been texting theories back and forth, and wesuspectthe reason Nico and I couldn’t open ‘The Dragon’s Door’ was because we were exploring the tunnels on the wrongdate.A History of the Honorable Academy of Apex Predatorsmentioned the ‘Blood Moon Circle’—and there’s an actual Blood Moontonight—so we’reallgoing to go try again.
Luckily, this Blood Moon fell after exams. We couldn’t risk waiting for the next one, and despite Lucille’s false show of support on the call after the show, I know she wouldn’t hesitate to strike if I flunked everything just to go crawling around secret tunnels. Plus, her slip about the ‘Society tunnels’ didn’t escape me, and I’m not about to let that rare piece of intel go to waste. Lucille’s up to her neck in this bullshit; I know it.
What I don’t know is how or why…
