Page 32 of Let Us Prey
“Both,” she admits, and my wolf nearly rips his way to the surface, clothing be damned. Cash seems unnecessarily irritated by Deloresnow,but I have fond memories of us spit-roasting Bloodstone babes together as teenagers—before our personal preferences took us elsewhere. While I never thought I’d be okay sharing Nico with anyone, the idea of tangling in the sheets with my Cherryandmy fox has me salivating.
I reward her confession by stuffing another finger inside, increasing my pace until the slap of my hand against her glorious pussy almost drowns out the music still blasting from her Bonse speakers. Gently capturing her clit with my teeth, I rapidly thrum my tongue over her play button until her legs start shaking, her hands tangling in my hair as she uncontrollably bucks beneath me. The sound my girl makes as she comes is so close to a bunny rabbit’s death scream that I have to force myself to think of Henrietta’s wrinkly old ass, so I don’t nut in my pants.
Softly lapping up her release, I wait until her pulses slow before raising my face to gaze at her again. She’s deliciously disheveled, sprawled on the bed with her skirt still around her waist and her thoroughly licked pussy calling my name.
But we’ll save the dicking for another time.
“I should probably make myself something to eat… ” she absently murmurs, rising to stand on shaky legs and adjusting her rumpled clothing before walking to the hot plate.
“You’re cooking your own meals?” I furrow my brow, looking over the pathetic excuse for a kitchen. “Why aren’t you eating in the caf? It’s like, gourmet and shit.”
She sighs heavily and grabs what looks like a sad packet of Roarmen Noodles out of the top cabinet. “Because Heather C. has declared herself Queen of Sloppy Joe’s and the others are her lunch ladies-in-waiting.” She falters momentarily, and the anxiety flavoring the air makes my hackles rise. “And as I barely made it out of the caf alive the one time I went there, I’m not interested in putting myself in that position again.”
With a roar, I leap to my feet and stalk the two steps it takes to reach the kitchen area. Snatching the packet from her hand, I unceremoniously chuck it into the trash. “Nope. You’re not cooking dry noods on my watch. C’mon.” Without waiting for an answer, I hustle her toward the door, only pausing long enough for her to slip on boots and grab her purse before yanking her into the hallway.
“I’m not going back there, Bash!” she exclaims, stumbling a bit as she finishes tying her boot laces on-the-go. “What are you gonna do? Babysit me in the caf every day?”
Abruptly stopping, I press her against the wall, licking her lips until she opens for me, loving how she moans at the taste of herself on my tongue. “We’re not going to the barfeteria, Cherry Pie.” I pull back to better look at her, smiling at her confusion. “You’re gonna eat dinner at the townhouse with us tonight, and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”
And that includes my grumpy-as-fuck twin and my scaredy-fox.
TWENTY
Beggin’
Delores
It isn’t until we reach the Tudor-style staff housing that I realize I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Bash,” I hiss, grabbing his hand before he can turn the knob. “I’m not wearing… I’mnakedunder my uniform!”
Completely misinterpreting the issue, he reaches his other hand beneath my skirt, cupping my still throbbing pussy with a possessiveness that makes me shiver. “Yeah you are,” he smirks before dipping a long finger into my wetness, making me moan, despite myself.
Of course, the door swings open at that exact moment, revealing the massive form of Professor Cassius in all his grumpy glory. That it washimI was fantasizing about in my bed tonight makes my pussy involuntarily clench around Bash’s finger, which only encourages him. Cassius’ dark eyes immediately zero in on the sordid action, an unreadable emotion flashing over his face that’s quickly replaced by annoyance.
“What,” he growls, enunciating each syllable. “The fuck isshedoing at my house?”
If the earth could just swallow me up right now, that would be great.
Bash meets his brother’s intimidating glare with a measured calm. “Delores doesn’t feel safe in the caf, and has been eating cheap crap for a week, so she’ll be having dinner with us.” To my horror, he then removes his finger with an obscenely wet sound before bringing it to his mouth to suck clean. “I already ate.”
An instant death, please and thank you.
There’s no mistaking the white-hot rage radiating from Cassius, and I take a step backward, again understanding why just the Romulusnameinvokes terror. Now that I know he’s the alpha of this fearsome pack—althoughwhyhe’s teaching at Apex is beyond me—I’m even more wary.
Am I attracted to this?
Bash smoothly steps between us, his muscular body poised to defend me, even as he continues to exude calm. “It’s fine, Cash. She’s just going to eat with us, as part of my pack.”
Cassius scoffs, his expression switching to disgust. “She’s not a wolf, you moron… ”
“Neither is Nico,” Bash fires back. “And I don’t give a shit what kind of pred she is.”
Wait. Does he not know I’m a..?
I open my mouth to speak, but Cassius cuts me off with a laugh, swinging the door wide with an even wider grin, his fangs flashing dangerously. “Well, since we’re allstarvinghere, your little girlfriend is more than welcome tohopon in!”
Bash makes a sound of triumph but I swallow hard, suddenly debating how wise it is to enter a wolves den for dinner, even if one of them has declared me ‘part of his pack’—whatever that means. Before I can change my mind, Bash pulls me over the threshold, sealing my fate as his twin loudly slams the door behind us. I force myself not to flinch at the sound, rallying my backbone as I haughtily turn my attention to the surprisingly tasteful decor.
