Page 30 of In Prey We Trust

“Please…”

Felix gives me another slap, this time closer to my pussy, and I feel another flood of fluid leak out of me. “Don’t be a brat, Princess. You want your reward, don’t you?”

I nod, leaning my head back into his shoulder and writhing. A sharp sting on my inner thigh almost makes me shriek, but I lock it down as the climax rushes towards me at the small amount of pain. Grinning to myself as my body shudders, I catch a piece of skin on the tiger’s neck and gnaw lightly in retaliation.

He didn’t say I couldn’t bite, only to be quiet.

The sound he makes is exquisite and I’m not ready for him to lift my dragon away, smirking at the glazed donut state of his face before placing me face down on the small sofa. “You, Princess, have been a bad girl. I’m saving your punishment for later, though, because we didn’t negotiate boundaries properly. Agreed?”

My face rubs against the fabric on the couch as I nod, my eyes fixed on Fitz as he takes care of Chess. I don’t want to speak because I’m already neck deep, but the urge to reply ‘yes, sir’ is real. Felix smooths his hand over my ass slowly and I try to remember how to breathe when I think he’s going to take me right here for the first time. But he steps away, and the next thing I know, a tail is crawling up my leg.

“My turn, ma petite. You can give us one more, oui?” His hands grip my hips and before I can respond, his cock is plowing into me from behind.

The size of it stretches me, and I bite down again to keep the noise to zero. My men are claiming me and destroying me and I’ll be damned if I’m not loving every second. Pushing up on shaky arms, I rock back into his thrusts eagerly. His tail slips between my battered thighs and I feel the tip toying with my clit. I shudder again and my eyes roll back in my head; my brain is officially mush.

I am an ex-bunny.

“Just a little more, Princess. Squeeze him tighter and Fitz will let Chessie come.”

That Felix is still in control is hot as fuck and I do as instructed, gripping my gargoyle tight inside and he lets out a string of curses in French that would shock the habit off a nun. Chess makes a growling whimpering sound not long after and the clever tail coaxes the last enormous wave of pleasure out of me after that. When the ripples dissipate, I collapse on the couch, letting Rennie hold me up. I’m not even sure I have bones anymore.

“Holy Aphrodite, bro, I think we broke her.”

I smile drunkenly at Fitz’s comment, but I don’t move. I’m definitely going to need a few before I can pretend to be functional.

“Indeed, Fitzgerald. You and Chess clean up—find whatever the hell else you want and have it delivered to the library. Get everything she needs while we help her come down,” Aubrey says authoritatively. “Don’t get all fancy shit; she needs to relax, too.”

Mmmm, I sure do… especially if this kind of play is going to be the norm. I feel sleepy.

Gentle arms tug me away from Rennie, and Felix’s voice rumbles in my ear as he carries me to a chair. “Don’t worry, Princess. We’re going to clean you up and get everything taken care of. Just rest and when we leave here, we’ll feed you.”

Oh, I could get used to this.

By the time I could wobble out of the boutique, Fitz and Chess had everything taken care of. I’m not sure where I’ll put the massive stacks of clothing, shoes, and Hera knows what else they had piled on the counter, but the owner looked less perturbed than I would have expected. My cheeks were pink as we filed out—something Rennie took great pleasure in needling me about as we walked down the street.

Our detour took longer than expected and I note the sun is slowly sinking into the horizon. Tomorrow is the last day before the other students and staff will arrive. I’m less nervous than I was earlier in the day, but the firm support of my guys is part of that. After their demonstration, I feel much more confident about walking into the snake pit I assume is waiting for me.

“What do you feel like eating, lunchable?”

My lips curve as I tilt my head at the dragon. “Lots of food. Like I could devour a fucking buffet.”

They all laugh and Fitz tugs on my hand, dragging me to his side before ruffling my hair. “You need a feast fit for a champ, Baby Girl. You earned it.”

His praise makes me flush again, and I dig my elbow into his ribs, making him yelp. Chess snickers from his other side, and I shrug a little. “I’m just glad I didn’t make all of you wonder what the hell you were thinking by taking on a newb like me.”

Felix stops short, causing us to crash into him. Turning around, he arches a brow at me. “Did anyone seem worried, Princess?”

“No… but…”

Rennie shakes his head. “No buts, ma petite. Chess was extremely accurate when he pointed out how lovely you are when you’re discovering something new. You are still learning who you are as a shifter, as a person, and as a sexual being. There’s no way to do it wrong.”

“Unless you’re her douchecanoe ex,” Fitz mutters.

That makes me laugh and I give him a grateful expression. The hyper tiger always knows how to bring me back from the insecurities my past baked into me and his insult was the perfect thing to say in the moment. “Okay, okay. I’m uncooked dough; I get it.”

“You sure as hell make me rise, baby girl.”

Felix smacks his twin on the back of the head, but he chuckles. “I think that sentiment is shared, bro. But he’s right, Princess. If you’re feeling unsure or worried, you just need to talk to us. As the others have pointed out, you’re going to be our mate and we want to make sure you feel happy and safe.”

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