Page 31 of Let Us Prey
After booting that loser coyote from her new room, I snagged the extra keycard he’d left behind. This way I can let myself in whenever I want to leave her snacks, or peek in her underwear drawer, or to make sure those fuckwits who trashed her last room don’t think they can poke one toe into my turf.
Or, you know—to accidentally on purpose catch her being naked.
It’s this tempting possibility that prompts me to swing by tonight on my way home from the Leo, although just seeing her face brings me a similar high, for some reason. I don’t bother thinking too deeply about it, because why mess with a good thing?
Music is pumping from my girl’s room as I insert the keycard, masking the subtle beep it makes as I quietly slip inside. What greets me is an even better sight than Delores Drew without clothes. My Cherry is spread open on the tiny bed, her sexy schoolgirl skirt hiked up and her fingers working hard beneath her panties. Her head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, those unusual pheromones of hers so thick in the air, I almost wolf out on the spot.
My fangs lengthen and my shirt strains as I fight against a half-shift. Needing my mouth involved in the pussy party ASAP, I single-mindedly stalk toward my prey, unable to stop a low growl from rumbling in my chest.
Delores shrieks, her eyes flying open and her face instantly turning bright red. “Bash! What the actual fuck? Why wouldn’t youknock?!Ohmygawwwwd... "
She tries to burrow beneath the blankets to hide her shame, but I’m having none of it—why a girl who looks like this thinks Iwouldn’twant her playing as my own personal porno is beyond me. With another growl, I rip the comforter off the bed and flip her onto her back once again.
“Cherry,” I snarl, my wolf clawing at the surface as I hold her tiny wrists above her head, half-crazed with the scent coming off her fingertips. “I amtryingto be a godsdamn gentleman here, so I’ll give you a choice. You can either finish what you started and let me pull up a chair, or I will gladly finish it for you.”
Like the tasty little firecracker she is, my girl glares up at me in defiance.“Oryou could give me some fucking privacy and stop waltzing into my room unannounced.”
In reply, I pull her right hand closer, sliding her damp fingers into my mouth to suck them clean. The taste is exactly what I’d hoped—sweet and tangy, with a hint of something that makes me want to devour her whole. She echoes my groan of satisfaction, and judging by the wild look in her big blue eyes, this is just an appetizer.
“So what’ll it be, Cherry Bomb?” I hoarsely rasp, oddly breathless. “Will you let me watch, or let me feast?”
Her pupils are completely blown out, and I get a momentary glimpse of long, white fur as it flickers over her smooth skin. Not for the first time, I wonder what kind of animal my girl is, as her scent is always turning my brain to mush before I can figure it out.
Probably some fancy designer perfume from some fancy store.
A long moment passes, and I briefly worry that I went too far. Before I can back off, her pillowy lips part to bless me with the permission I’ve been waiting for. “Feast,” she whispers, barely audible, and my dick does a happy little victory dance.
Big, I mean.
A very big dance, like a monster rave that goes all night.
I instantly release her wrists and shimmy down her body—flipping up her skirt and ripping off her panties before I hoist her legs over my shoulders and dive in. She lets out an adorable squeak, scrabbling at the cheap wooden headboard for purchase, but my hands are clamped around her juicy thighs like a vice, and I’m not leaving Pussyville until we’re both gasping for air.
If I’d thought the taste of her on her fingers was divine, it’s nothing compared to having a mouth—and nose—full of Delores Drew. It’s as if cherries and sunlight had an illegitimate baby and something about the combination makes me want to go on a fucking rampage through campus, brutally ripping out the throats of anyone I see.
I think I might be in love.
“Bash!” she gasps, and I almost come on the spot at how her voice cracks when she says my name. “I don’t… I don’t want to get you in trouble if teachers aren’t supposed to… oh,OH!”
I run my tongue up her center, greedily gathering her slick before teasing her clit with short, fast strokes that have her squirming in my grasp. Enjoying her needy whimper when I abruptly stop, I finally lift my face to reply. “There aren’t any rules at Apexforbiddingstudents and teachers from banging each other,” I laugh, sliding two fingers deep inside her, my entire body shuddering at how tight she is. “Not that I would give a shit if there was… ”
“Because you’re a Romulus?” she croaks, and I instantly freeze at the wariness in her gaze.
Ah, fuck.
“Cash told you,” I flatly state, holding deathly still as I await her inevitable reaction.
To my surprise, she wiggles ever so slightly, indicating I should get my fingers back to work. Happy to oblige, I curl them back and resume a slow, steady rhythm, maintaining eye contact to be sure this is what she really wants.
“Why didn’tyoutell me?” she breathes, her gorgeous eyes narrowing judgmentally, even as she gasps in pleasure.
I swallow hard. I’m buried knuckles-deep in this girl, my cock so hard it’s obscenely tenting my joggers, yet the idea of explaining my background is what’s making me feel exposed. Even through the lust permeating my lizard brain, I realize it’s important to tell her the truth.
“I didn’t want you to be afraid of me,” I awkwardly clear my throat, my gaze dropping to the perfect pink folds of her pussy. “Because everything you’ve heard about the Romulus pack is true, and I’m not ashamed of it. I enjoy getting my hands bloody for my alpha—who is, and always will be, Cash. I live for hearing my enemies scream in agony as I crush their bones in my jaw.” My eyes snap to hers as I hear her sharply inhale, but all I see in her expression is raw desire. “But I would never do anything to hurtyou,Cherry, I promise.”
She simply nods in response before raising her hips to force me deeper, fucking herself on my hand as she takes control of the action. “And what about the other professors?” she asks, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips, color rising to her pale cheeks. “How do they feel about students and teachers…banging?”
My lip curls in a smirk. “Is this about Nico or Cash?” I chuckle, lowering my mouth to hover over her teasingly until she replies.
