Page 8 of In Prey We Trust

Leaning down with a smirk, I suckle the tip of his pierced dick, swiping my tongue over the leaking moisture. His scent is all night time and mate, like a spicy aroma made to entice me by the Fates. I wonder if Dolly will be the same? Squeezing him, I rumble as I look into his hazy eyes. “Ren, mon amour, what does she smell like?”

“H-Honeysuckle…” His eyes roll back when I run a fingertip over his hole and he shudders again. “And it’s intoxicating, like when I suck you off.”

“Would she like it if we shifted and licked her together?” Lifting my head, I let go of his cock and nip his earlobe firmly. “That changes our anatomy significantly.”

His hips buck, and he nods wildly. “I think she’d enjoy all of it shifted.”

I blink, trying not to stop as that smacks me in the face and makes my dragon roar in approval. “Too big, babe. The dragon, at least. But maybe you…”

“Half shifted. Surrounded by our wings.”

The image sends the beast inside of me into overdrive, and I shoot out of the chair with him draped in my arms. Walking over to the bed, I drop him on it before I tear my shirt off and free my aching cock from the confines of my slacks. “Where did you stash it?”

His lips curve as he splays out on the bed he picked for our sassy bunny, looking like the cat who ate the canary. “Bottom drawer in the nightstand on the right.”

No one knows the broody gargoyle like me—he’s already planted a stash of naughty shit for her. My dick throbs as I root through it, finding the cherry lube he favors and slathering it on quickly. By the time I approach, his skin has turned obsidian, and he’s sporting fangs. I warm it in my palm, letting the heat from my dragon take over, then slip thick fingers into his ass. His gasp of pleasure pushes the primal part of me hard, and I know we’re going to be cleaning up a hell of a mess afterward.

“Now, mon amour,” he pleads as he writhes on the digits. “I need to feel you split me in two.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.

Lining up, I slam into my lover hard and fast. He grips me like a vise and I grunt when my dragon ripples over my skin. Our wings meet on either side of us, and I hold on to his hips as I set a punishing rhythm. I’ve almost forgotten what we were talking about as I fuck my original mate into the plush mattress, but he grins in satisfaction.

“Imagine once she’s ready to be in the middle, taking us both.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and this time, I shudder. Dolly fits between us like they made her to be there and the thought of her writhing on our cocks makes me wild. Hips bucking, I pound into him even more roughly, lost in the web he’s been weaving. When my orgasm gets close, I lean down and bare my fangs at him hungrily. His head tilts, and he reaches up to pull me down so we both have an angle.

The simultaneous bite knocks me into oblivion and he comes with me, spurting over my stomach as we reaffirm the bond we took on so many years ago. My cock jerks inside of him, coating his ass with an enormous load of hot cum until it leaks out.

Panting, he pulls his teeth out of the bite and looks at me with a hazy, satisfied smile. “I love when you get out of control, mon fougueux.”

“This is a mess,” I murmur back as I lift my head to brush my lips on his. “Think she’ll scent it even after we clean up?”

The slow grin on his face makes me chuckle. “I sure as fuck hope so. Call it… bait.”

That motherfucker tempted me on purpose.

Good on him.

The Very First Night

Delores

The days following my call with the guys have been excruciatingly boring. I’m finishing up the last of my summer work for Luc and most of his college-aged prey left at the end of last week. It leaves me with Emile and the rest of the pangolins, half of whom are still terrified of me. The poor leader has tried a thousand times to get his people to realize I’m prey, but I think they sense the fierce parts of me, no matter how hard I suppress them.

My ridiculous bodyguard ‘shadows’ follow me everywhere. That means I can’t go dancing or even visit with Clotilda because they scare everyone. I’m down to work, the gym, the mall, and home where I can go without one of those assholes telling me they ‘need to confer with Madame Lucille’ before I leave. The noose seems to tighten as it gets closer to the time I make my getaway to school, and I don’t have a clue why.

What’s Lucille’s game, and why does she care?

I haven’t been able to work out her angle beyond showing the world she’s protecting her heir as much as possible while I’m home. That made sense right after the explosions, but now? It seems like she’s doing it to spite me—which is possible—or there’s some other machination for making sure I can’t see anyone until I get back to school.

“She makes you paranoid, D,” I mutter to myself. “Luckily, there’s only two more sleeps until it’s time to hit the road for the capital. Then you’re away from this prison and at home with a family that actually gives a damn about you.”

Yep, I’ve done a lot of talking to myself this summer.

The silence is deafening and I groan, wishing I could make time go faster. Without the chatter of my friends or my men, this place is like a damn crypt. Even the Tower had noise, whether it was music or echoes in the vents or even the sound of the Captain and his crew doing stuff. “Okay. You need to get food and a giant water bottle. Dehydration does weird shit to your mind and hunger makes you a snarly bunny. Then it’s time to work on packing for a bit.”

I sigh, opening the door to my room to find two bulky shifters in ill-fitting suits in my hallway. Neither of them looks familiar, but they smell like bears. My senses have improved a lot since the ‘secret magic bunny’ shit. Even though I don’t recognize these particular assholes, I know they’re part of the wolf leader’s crew. They must be some kind of security company Bruno’s using because all summer, I’ve been finding new fuckwits watching me at every turn.

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