Page 36 of Let Us Prey
“You’re doing such a good job,” I whisper in his ear, and he loudly moans, his body shuddering against mine.
“Holy fuck,” Bash chokes out, his gaze riveted on the other man’s pulsing dick spilling in my hand, his hips stuttering as he comes with a groan a moment later.
Both men are still panting as I extract myself and look around for a towel. Spying what appears to be an en suite, I slip inside and wash my hands at the sink. I’m so focused on my task, I don’t sense Bash’s presence until I catch him in the mirror behind me.
“That was hot,” he mumbles into my neck as he curls his body around mine. “How ‘bout a shower, my dirty girl?”
I laugh and playfully wiggle out of his grasp. “I’m not walking home with wet hair, Bash, and I should probably get going… ”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he scoffs, and I suspect being bossy runs in the family. “I want you in my bed tonight—in a puppy pile with me and Nico, where you belong.”
Like a pack.
I chew my bottom lip. Now that my adrenaline is settling, I wonder if it’s wise to spend the night. These are myprofessors,and they’re Romulus—with the alpha clearly despising my existence.
“It’s a school night,” I hedge, walking back into the bedroom where Nico is now stretched out on the bed, already asleep. Depositing a kiss on his forehead, I smile when he murmurs and kicks out a leg—almost like a sleeping dog would.
A puppy pile does sound nice…
Shaking my head to clear it of sentimental nonsense, I straighten my skirt and exit the bedroom, with Bash close on my heels. “You really shouldn’t walk home alone, though,” he persists, following me down the stairs. “I can take you back and we can make our own puppy pile… inyourbed.”
I snag my purse and turn in the entryway to gaze up at my adoring stalker. “I will befine. My enemies prefer an audience, so I doubt they’ll be lurking in the shadows after midnight.”
“You’re leaving?” Cash suddenly appears in the dining room doorway. “You shouldn’t walk home alone.”
For the love of… TWINS!
“She’s insisting on it,” Bash grumbles, throwing an unreadable look at his brother.
“Fine,” Cash grunts, already preoccupied with something on his phone again as he disappears around the corner. “Try not to let the big bad wolf eat you, or we’ll be prime suspects.”
“Too late for that… ” Bash suggestively chuckles down at me before his expression turns halfway serious. “Call me if you need anything, okay? Seriously.”
Giving him a reassuring pat on the cheek, I turn and leave the townhouse, quietly closing the door behind me. Even if I were in my animal state, my night vision would suck, but luckily the campus has streetlamps installed along the major walkways. My bravado fades a bit the farther I get from the Romulus townhouse, and I wonder if perhaps I should have stayed after all.
Keep your head Dolores! You don’t need anyone to protect you.
Heading toward the CHUM, I keep my senses on high alert, overly aware of the cool air tickling the wetness between my legs and the strange awareness of being followed, as if I had an escort after all. I maintain a confident appearance, but the unseen eyes are unsettling, if oddly non-threatening. It isn’t until I’m back inside my stolen dorm room that I let down my guard once again.
I’m still alive.
For now.
TWENTY-TWO
Do I Move You?
Nicodemus
Something shifts in the space around me as I work. Like a trickle of light breaking through the leaf canopy—or a slight change in the air pressure before an incoming storm—Isenseher presence before she makes herself known.
“Mind if I interrupt?”
A full-body shudder rolls down my spine at the sound of her voice. Hoping she didn’t notice my visceral reaction, I turn down my music and casually glance over my shoulder. “Sure, come on in, Delores. I’m just working on a project for Aubrey… ”
“You know Aubrey?” The thoughtful frown she displays while approaching makes her plush bottom lip even more tempting than it already is. “I have work study with him in the archives... "
Delores stops in her tracks as I involuntarily growl in hunger at her proximity. I close my eyes, attempting to breathe through whatever my body is experiencing, but she smells like an entire bakery full of sugar and spice, and if my fox doesn’t sink his fangs into her porcelain skin immediately, I think I might die.
