Page 34 of Let Us Prey
Bash freezes in place, looking very much like prey himself. The seconds tick by, and I can practically smell the smoke burning as his brain processes the bombshell his twin just dropped on him. Holding my purse protectively in front of me, I begin backing out of the kitchen. The one pred here who I trust completely looks like a deer in the headlights, and I suddenly don’t want to wait around for his negative reaction.
My movement snaps him out of his daze, and Bash zeroes in on me withpredatoryfocus, his nostrils flaring as he scents me. The look in his eyes is wild and more than a little unhinged, his fangs lengthening as he advances. “Where do you think you’re going, little rabbit? It’s time to eat.”
TWENTY-ONE
Feed My Frankenstein
Delores
Iknew the possibility of me leaving Apex Academy alive was slim, but I assumed it was the Heathers I needed to watch out for. Never in a million years would I have guessed my death would come at the hands of a man who called me Cherry and licked my pussy like it was dessert.
Couldn’t I have at least gone out with a bang?
My bunny’s unfamiliar voice is screaming at me to run, but instead, I drop my purse to the floor and steel my spine. I may be a ‘little rabbit,’ but I’m also a Drew, and we do not show fear. “Go ahead, asshole,” I lift my chin, glaring into those honey brown eyes I’d stupidly started to fall for. “But you should know, I won’t go down without a fight.”
To my surprise, Cassius looks almost impressed, but Bash and Nico simply stare at me in confusion before exchanging a look. “Uhhh... " Bash hesitantly replies. “I meant the Osso Buco is ready and I want to hear you moan about it again in that hot little way you did when we first walked in here… ”
Oh.
Nico is studying me as he removes his apron and starts transferring the shanks to a serving platter. “We’re not going to eat you, Delores,” he gently adds.
“Speak for yourself,” the twins say in unison, although I suspect they both mean it in very different ways.
I awkwardly clear my throat. “Can I help set the table, at least?” Again, Nico looks completely taken aback by the offer, and it only makes me want to come up with more ways to spoil him.
Poor neglected little fox.
A few minutes later, we’re all seated and served, and I legitimately can’t stop my sound of pleasure as the perfectly prepared Osso Buco hits my tastebuds. The men all react to my outburst; Bash’s large hand immediately lands on my thigh to give it a squeeze, while Nico emits a low growl that seems to surprise him more than anyone. Cash simply rolls his eyes.
“So, Delores,” Nico breaks the silence a while later, daintily dabbing his lips with a napkin, in sharp contrast to the ravenous wolves sucking down their veal. “How are you enjoying your new theater classes?”
Gotcha.
I decidenotto point out how Nico seems to know my schedule, despite making himself scarce whenever I’m within a ten-mile radius of the Shird. “Oh, Professor Sarabhai did her best to intimidate me, but I kicked ass during my audition. Plus, I think Professoressa Balena likes it when we’re sassy during warmups.”
“That’s my girl,” Bash’s hand squeezes my thigh again, only this time, it’s also traveling north at an alarming rate. “Or, I should say…ourgirl… if certain packmates will stop playing hard to get.”
Packmates. Plural.
The idea of not just enjoying a Bash and Nico sandwich, but an entire foot-long party platter involving Cassius makes my brain stop functioning. My pussy overcompensates, and yet again, I’m painfully aware of my lack of underwear as wetness dampens my thighs. To my embarrassment, the men across the table instantly respond, with Nico growling so intensely it rattles the pictures on the wall.
“She smells delicious, doesn’t she?” Bash’s tone is seductively low as he slides his fingers through my slick folds, no doubt perfuming the air even more. “She tastes even better… ”
“Fuck... " Nico harshly rasps, before abruptly standing and stalking from the room.
“What the hell is your problem, Bash?” Cassius growls. “Do you think you couldnotmess with him until he gets his shit sorted out?”
I furrow my brow, slapping Bash’s hand away. “What do you mean? Is something wrong with Nico?” While I know it’s none of my business, I feel oddly protective of the fox, and don’t want to be contributing to his distress.
Again surprising me, Cassius actually takes the time to explain. “Nico had all of his pred instincts beaten out of him when he was a kit, including byus.”He throws Bash a pointed look to punctuate the statement. “So, when a hot little piece of prey pussy shows up, waving her wet vag in the air like a juicy steak, he gets triggered.”
Ignoring the not-so-veiled insult, I turn to Bash. “Can you go check on him, please? I mean, heisyour boyfriend, right?”
Bash looks at me like I’m presenting him with a complex math problem. “Um, I don’t… ”
Oh, you sweet idiot.
Cassius sighs heavily. “Yeah, Bash, go help him get some of thatmisplacedenergy out of his system.”
