Page 13 of Preyless
I nearly choked on my own spit at that response. Whoever these men were, they were already showing themselves to be possessive, and it made my heart go pitter-patter.
A red flag to the majority of society. But exactly what I had been craving.
Except…
PetalstoFangs
What do you both look like? Your profile didn’t have that. I could be talking to a lonely eighty-year-old woman for all I know.
The photo came in immediately, and choking on my spit was no longer a concern given how my mouth dried up instantly. Their faces were cropped out of the shot—understandable, given the nature of the app and our anonymous identities—but their bodies were more than enough to fawn over.
Muscles upon muscles. Six packs. Biceps. Even their thighs were muscular.
AndGod…
They were tattooed.
Tattoos were my weakness. It could be a butterfly tattoo on a man’s pelvis, for all I cared.
I, shamefully, would have still probably licked it.
PetalstoFangs
Yeah…definitely not a lonely woman. My God. I almost just dropped my phone.
PreyForUs
Afraid not, pretty girl.
You okay over there?
PetalstoFangs
Nope.
I glanced at the time on the phone screen and cursed.
PetalstoFangs
I need to get ready for work, unfortunately. I’m sorry.
PreyForUs
So soon? We didn’t actually scare you off, did we?
PetalstoFangs
Absolutely not. Generally, I’d love to talk to you throughout my desolate night-shift activities, but my boss will be here tonight. And he kinda…doesn’t believe in cell phones, even if he means well.
PreyForUs
*laughing emoji*
Enjoy your shift. We’ll be here.
Oh, and darlin’? Turn your location off in the settings. That’s unsafe as all hell, and anyone could find you if they have the skills to do so. Including us.
A normal girl would have deactivated their account from that message alone.
