Page 35 of Let Us Prey
Bash gives me a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon, Cherry. Our boy just needs to be put on his knees for a bit.” Then he stands and gives his brother a saucy salute before sauntering from the room, leaving me to envision that exact scenario.
“Congratulations, Miss Drew,” Cassius dryly monotones, glaring at me across the table. “You’re already causing problems in my pack.”
He seems intent on disliking me. “I’m not trying to make trouble for anyone,” I huff. “I don’t want to be here at Apex and I certainly didn’t ask to be prey. And trust me, I have very little interest in being around you outside of class either, Sir.”
The lie detector has determined that is a lie.
The instant I finish my rant, my professor’s nostrils flare, a low growl rumbling from his chest as his dark eyes darken further. “Maybeyoushould go check on them as well.”
I choke on air. While there seems to be an underlying threat of ‘or else’ beneath his bossy words, part of me wonders if he’s not trying to help Nico—in his own snarly way. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” I snark, while worrying that may be entirely accurate.
His jaw is so tight I’m surprised he hasn’t chipped a fang. “Upstairs. Second door on the right,” he grits out, apparently uninterested in gracing me with an answer this time.
The tempting promise of witnessing Nico on his knees for Bash wins out over my desire to continue poking Professor Grumpy Pants. I still take my time rising to stand, primly folding my napkin and carefully resting my silverware across my plate before slowly exiting the room, feeling Cassius’ searing gaze on me the entire time.
So much male angst in this house!
I take the stairs as quietly as I can, suddenly self-conscious about the others hearing me coming. Following Cassius’ directions, I find the aforementioned door slightly ajar, revealing a scene inside that will inhabit my spank bank for years to come. Bash is seated on the edge of the king-sized bed with his pants open and Nico’s face buried in his lap. I watch, mesmerized, as the smaller man gracefully bobs his head along what must be an impressive length, his hands braced on Bash’s muscular thighs for support.
The full scope of how big my wolf is becomes clear as Nico pulls back, a veritable firehose uncoiling from the depths of his apparentlyverydeep throat. For a moment, I can’t decide if I’m impressed by the fox’s skill or concerned about the future safety of my vagina.
He makes Todd look like a 2-inch worm!
Nico runs his tongue up Bash’s cock, adorably moaning in pleasure as he slides his hands over the other man’s thighs, almost like a loving caress. In contrast to Nico’s attentive petting, Bash is leaning back on his elbows with his eyes shut, somehow perfectly content to not run his fingers through Nico’s messy mop of hair.
“Are you gonna come join us, Cherry?” Bash murmurs, one eye cracked open and a smirk playing on his lips.
Despite being instructed to do just that, I’m still hesitant to intrude, especially when I notice Nico has stopped and is now staring at the floor with his hands clenched at his sides. Bash playfully crooks a finger at me, and I slowly approach, staying within the nervous fox’s peripheral vision. The smirking wolf pats the bed next to him, but I ignore the invitation, instead dropping to my knees behind Nico and tentatively running my fingertips down his bare arms.
He shudders, but doesn’t flinch. “Is this okay?” I whisper in his ear, unable to resist nuzzling his neck, breathing him in. Beneath the remnants of cooked veal and paint, there’s an earthy scent of moss and wet leaves—like a deep forest I want to explore.
“Fuck, yes,” he rasps, shaking with need, although I notice him first looking to Bash for a nod of approval. “You can touch me all you want.”
I smile, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his shoulder before sliding my hands under his tank, lightly tracing his abs. “You like being touched like this?” I’m addressing Nico but my gaze is locked on Bash, hoping against all odds that the oblivious wolf is taking notes on his affection-starved fox.
Nico tilts his head back, capturing my mouth in a surprisingly forceful kiss that ends with a hard nip on my bottom lip. “I’d like it even better if it was your tongue and teeth, little bunny.”
Well, look who’s no longer shy.
Bash clears his throat, drawing our attention back to him before gesturing toward his horribly neglected dick.
I roll my eyes but agree the action shouldn’t stop on my account. Giving Nico’s earlobe a nibble, I murmur, “Show me what he likes, Professor—I want to learn.”
Nico gives a contented purr that vibrates from his stomach before returning his focus to his beta. Gripping the base of Bash’s cock, he holds him in place before lightly nipping a trail up his shaft. Bash hisses through his teeth, his gaze hooded as he watches Nico run his tongue under the ridge of his crown before swallowing him down again.
I continue to plant kisses along Nico’s shoulder and neck as he takes Bash deep into his throat. My hands have now wandered up to his lean chest, and I scratch my fingernails over his nipples, wondering if he enjoys a little pain in the way his beta seems to. The fox makes a muffled sound, using his free hand to blindly yank one of mine out from under his shirt before pressing my palm to his lap. It’s my turn to gasp as I register how hard he already is, and that the wolves may not be the only preds here packing juicy kielbasas.
It’s a sausage party I actually want to be invited to!
“You two are so fucking hot together,” Bash growls, and I look up to see him observing us hungrily. “Get his cock out, Cherry. I want to watch you make him come.”
Nico whimpers around Bash’s dick as I fumble my way into his sweatpants, pulling out a dick that looks like it belongs on a museum wall. I run my fingernails up his length before circling the head, hiding my giggle in Nico’s shoulder when he uncontrollably bucks.
“Fenrir,” he curses, coming up for air. “How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when you’re… ”
Stroking his soft hair with my other hand, I spit on my hand before increasing my pace on his beautiful cock. “Please try, Nico,” I beg, my voice coming out almost like a whine, which surprises me. “I really,reallywant to watch you make him come.”
My plea inspires the fox to double his efforts, and pretty soon he has Bash wildly thrusting into his mouth, as I try to match him stroke for stroke. While bringing Nico pleasure has a heady effect on me, witnessing someone as dominating as Bash unravel above us is intoxicating.
