Page 66 of Let Us Prey
I nod at Cori, ducking my head. “The big ass feet make sense now that I know about the bunny part, I guess. Lucille always made fun of me.”
“They made you exactly how you needed to be; that’s what my mama says. I wasn’t meant to be a skinny-mini ‘cause polar bears are self-insulating, and you are meant to have big tootsies because you gotta hop away. Now, let’s plan how to bring these alpha doggies to heel.”
I ponder for a moment, considering her words. Perhaps she’s right that I’m built exactly how I needed to be to support my animal when it emerged.
Maybe all I needed was a shift in how I was looking at it.
As for what to do with the guys—I already have ideas. This will be a perfect opportunity to teach them a little lesson, I think. “Whatever we do for Cash has to be girly. He’ll flip his lid because he’s so ‘I’m a big, bad alpha. I’m the strongest shifter ever.’ Blah, blah, blah.”
“Oooh, if we do that, maybe he’ll get annoyed enough to turn you over his knee!”
Her excited clapping makes my eyes widen and I trip over my words for a few minutes before I can even formulate an answer to that. I mean, I’m definitely notaverseto that scenario, but I don’t think I’m quite ready for it, or to discuss it with anyone out loud. The best I can do is hiss at her. “Cori!”
The ongoing cackling from my friends makes my cheeks flame red as I add a few ideas to Rufus’ notepad. I can’t even look at them as Rufus smacks his ass and squeals like a girl on purpose before Cori follows up with a well-placed spank of her own.
Hera, help me, I’m going to die on the spot.
“Dollypop, loosen up! You’re never going to fill ‘er up with five dudes if you can’t even take us handing out spankies in front of you.” Rufus snorts and turns his attention back to the website, pinning me with a look. “Time out—let’s talk aboutourcostumes for a moment.”
Cori grabs the list and scribbles a few things on it as she mutters to herself. When she finishes, she gives me a bright smile. “Just making some notes on materials. Rufus and I are doing 80s cartoon characters.”
I look at the pink metallic material, finally understanding what she’s been hemming while we talked. “Ooooh! I wanna be a cartoon character. Can I do it with you?”
A slow grin creeps over Rufus’ face. “Oh, definitely. That’ll get their goats; you won’t matchtheirsexy vibes. Good idea!”
My brows furrow and I pout. “I wanna look cute. Lucille never let me dress as hot as the Heathers—not that I wanted to go as far astheydid—but now that I can, Iwantto be sexy!”
A flash of multi-colored hair is all I see before Cori barrels into me with a laugh, squeezing me in a tight hug. “I don’t know if you could be any damned cuter, but we will make sure you look both sweet and smoking hot, Dolly. Trust me. I’ll come up with something perfect.”
“Okay, now back to torturing your harem. Tell us what evil schemes are in that cute wittle head of yours and we’ll start ordering the supplies, stat. We’ll have to bust our fabulous asses to get all of this done in time,” the badger tilts his head, looking at me expectantly.
I grin broadly, thinking about what I can put each guy in that will make him squirm—besides Bash, of course. The Halloween party sounded like a nightmare when they first brought it up, but now I’m actually looking forward to it. Maybe it will erase the memory of the shitty prom I attended here in the spring.
So I can finally move on—exactly how I was intended to.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Mission Impossible
Sebastian
“Bash! What are you doing up there? Get down, now!”
I smirk down at Delores from my perch atop the eagle statue in the Shird’s lobby. She looks so adorably mad, with her curvy hip jutting out and her tasty lips twisted into a bratty little scowl—it makes me want to bend her over and give her a spanking.
But we all know that’s Cash’s thing, not mine.
“I’m just freshening up this tired old chicken, Cherry,” I laugh, soundlessly landing beside my girl before slinging an arm over her shoulder to guide her away. “The truck nuts super-glued to the crotch really add some big dick energy, don't you think?”
“YOU DIDN’T!”she shrieks, attempting to look back, but I hold firm, cackling as I practically carry her toward Nico’s studio.
Cash ordered me to give Delores one-on-one kickboxing lessons, in case she ever needs to defend herself. He then made it clear the suggestionwasn’ta sexual innuendo, and I realized it was actually a good idea.
As much as I want to keep my Cherry locked away from the world—chained up and naked, for safety reasons—I have a job here at Apex I need topretendto be doing. If she’s properly equipped to fuck up the other guy before the rest of us swoop in to fuck ‘em up some more, all the better.
Plus, now I get to see her all hot and sweaty in yoga pants.
“Why are we going to Nico’s studio first?” Delores asks, when I finally release her in the second-floor hallway. “Is he training with us?”
