Page 144 of Let Us Prey
We won’t let that happen.
“So what does it all mean, Aubrey?” I ask, shifting Delores so she’snotdirectly rubbing on my dick.
The librarian snaps his gaze to mine. “Which part?” he chuckles, although there’s very little humor in his tone. “At this juncture, I would say there are more questions than answers.” He leans forward and begins counting off on his fingers. “Who were the cloaked figures in the woods? Aretheyresponsible for the murders at Apex, or the still unidentified poison at Delores’ prom a year ago? What is the significance of tonight’s Blood Moon on everything that happened? Is it all connected—perhaps through this mysteriousSociety?And who is their leader?”
Delores tenses in my arms, shaking so violently, I’m afraid she’ll shift again. Obviously, I’m slightly concerned about getting crushed under an oversized rabbit, but mostly I want her to know she’s safe with us.
Even with this asshole who ran off on her.
“Baby, whatever’s scaring you… we’ll figure it out—together.” I soothe, rubbing my hands down her back, embarrassingly inexperienced in bringing comfort to anyone. I’ve been thinking about this ‘fated mates’ business ever since Zhenga marched into the Tower, but I’m struggling to believe I’m fated for anything besides bad luck.
She immediately relaxes, tilting her head so she’s gazing up at me. “I could say the same to you, Sir,” she whispers, before reaching up to clasp both hands behind my neck, forcing my mouth down to hers.
I’ve actually never been much of a kisser. It’s always felt unnecessary—too personal—but I suddenly can’t get enough of this bunny’s lips on mine. It’s like I’ve fallen into the world's softest, sexiest, feather bed, and as I allow her to lick and nip, chasing her tongue and teeth with my own, I realizeIsuddenly feel cared for as well.
Maybe I’m luckier than I thought.
I’m snapped out of our make-out session by Bash’s satisfied growl. With horror, I realize I completely lost myself in kissing DeloresIN FRONT OF AUBREY AND RENARD.
Licking her taste off my lips, I warily glance toward the alphas in their thrones. Renard appears distracted, deep in thought, but the dragon is observing us curiously.
“That was… oddly enjoyable to watch,” he rumbles thoughtfully.
Tonight is full of surprises, isn’t it?
Delores giggles, the familiar sound relieving some of the tension still lingering in the room. Bash responds by yanking her off my lap so he can cover her with sloppy kisses, clearly unbothered by the audience, until she wiggles out of his grasp.
“Where’s Nico?” D asks, blue eyes wide as she peers around the sitting room.
I frown. “He… ran off after you turned into… ”
“A hot-as-fuck WERERABBIT!” Bash interrupts, which makes Delores blush and giggle again.
“Well, I wanna find him,” she nods resolutely, showing that perseverance of hers that I lo…
Like.
A lot.
As expected, neither Bash nor Aubrey seem in a rush to find our wayward fox, and I roll my eyes. Nico may have royally fucked up, but he’s still pack, and Fenrir knows he needs us now more than ever with whatever he’s going through.
“Bash and I can take you to the townhouse to look for him there,” I gently reply, even while shooting my twin a death glare, daring him to argue.
“Yes, and Aubrey and I will check the studio,” Renard pipes in, apparently back from brooding to join our conversation once again.
The dragon grumbles, but gets to his feet to follow Renard back onto the balcony. It’s barely morning, so there’s little chance any nosey preds will see them being badasses in flight.
Fuck, I have wing envy.
The rest of us take the stairs and hustle across campus to the staff housing. Our steps slow when we near our row of townhouses, as it becomes chillingly apparent that something’s off.
Mainly becauseourfront door is bashed in.
Delores inhales sharply, and Bash releases an inhuman growl before racing inside. By the time D and I are in the entryway, he’s already running back down from upstairs, his eyes wild and panicked.
“They fucking took him!” he shouts, so savagely Delores shrinks backward in alarm. “I will. Fucking. KILL. Whoever did this. He ismine!”
Forcing my wolf to stay calm, I look around to assess the situation. The townhouse is completely trashed—with furniture upended, Nico’s art torn off the wall, and every drawer and surface rifled through. It looks like a fucking hurricane ripped through here.
