Page 11 of Prey

“Do you want something to drink?” I ask when we get inside. “I’ve got wine, whiskey, Mt. Dew, and bottled water.”

“I’ll take a shot of whiskey with an ice cube,” he says.

Pouring myself a glass of wine, I take a small sip and make his glass. Handing it to him, I set my glass down on the coffee table. “I’m going to change real quick. I hate being in regular clothes when I’m at home,” I say with a laugh.

Nodding, he takes a sip of his whiskey and leans back against the cushions, spreading one of his arms over the back.

I head down the hall to my room. Walking over to my dresser I pull out a set of pajamas. Well, I mean, technically that's what they are. In reality, it’s a very skimpy camisole and a very, very short set of bottoms. Not really more than underwear. Judging by the way he reacted when he saw me at the door earlier, this will be right up his alley.

They are my favorites. It’s a pale turquoise color with white lace trim. Cotton, but thin. I change into them, forgoing panties. I’m not going to need them anyway. Taking down my hair, I give it a good brushing. It didn’t get too tangled on the ride thanksto Kadi braiding and tucking it. With his long hair, I’m sure he’s figured out all the tricks.

Standing in front of the mirror, I check myself over. I’m a little flushed from the ride and the excitement. Okay, here I go. Something tells me this is all about to change my whole life. I step into my slippers and head out to the living room.

Kadi is still where I left him, but he took off his cut and hung it on the hook by the door. My eyes are drawn to it and how good it looks hanging there. Like it’s one of the things that has always been missing. Licking my lips, I look back over at Kadi.

He’s staring at me pretty intensely. “Little Lioness, what are those?” He points at my pajamas.

“Pajamas?”

Standing, he stalks over to me and stares down like he’s trying to see into my soul.

“Those are not pajamas. Those are a temptation that I’m finding very hard to avoid.”

“You’re not supposed to avoid it,” I say, a little breathless at how close he is.

“I know the mate bond is pressing, but I don’t want you to move too fast if it isn’t what you want,” he says.

Is it too fast? Oh, a hundred percent. But I still feel ready to let go of the past and move on. This is my mate. I feel totally secure in it. So, I reach up and cup my hand around his cheek. “I’m ready.”

Grabbing me, He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him. Trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone he walks us to my bedroom. Did he sniff his way to the right room? Laying me down on the bed he just stares at me like he’s memorizing every curve and dip of my body.

Slowly, he removes his shirt and my mouth goes dry.Thank you, Goddess, for giving me this beautiful man. He’s covered in tattoos. The emblem of the MC is directly in the middle of hischest. He also has a lion with the wrath symbol on its nose and the rays of the sun peeking out from behind.

On his arms are two other lions with the Sahara in the background. One staring out, the other with its mouth open as if it’s roaring. I wonder for a moment if they are both him, or one for him and Ethan. Wait, why am I even thinking it might be Ethan? Why am I even thinking about Ethan at all right now? The jerk.

Clearing my mind, I look at the rest of his tattoos. Scales of justice on one hand, a crown on the other, and the words “Mahes” across the fingers and thumb of his right hand, and “Wrath” across the left.

Lions of Wrath.

Thinking of that makes me shiver. These are not nice men. Yes, they are protectors, but they are known for their viciousness when taking down supernaturals who have broken the law. They aren’t the actual police and aren’t restricted by their rules. They live by their own code. The hands that are now gently caressing me are covered, metaphorically, in blood, and gunpowder if the rumors of their gun running are true.

It should scare me, right? It doesn’t though. It makes me feel safe. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that those hands will kill for me if necessary. Hopefully it never comes to that, but here we are, already, with him having to be here to guard me against whatever is happening.

Kneeling in front of me, he takes those hands and runs them up my calves and to my thighs, spreading them even farther. Closing his eyes, he runs his nose right up the seam of my pussy, inhaling deeply.Oh. My. Goddess.

“You smell so fucking good, Little Lioness,” he growls.

He pulls my bottoms off and begins lapping at me, like a cat licking cream. Thrusting my fingers into his hair, I remove it from the bun, digging my fingers in and using it to pull himcloser to me. He growls against me, the vibration of it making me moan loudly.

I feel his finger enter me. His hands are pretty big, but I am so wet that my pussy just sucks his finger inside. He adds another, groaning when I tighten around them. Curling them upwards, he strokes my g-spot as I start writhing against him.

“That’s right, my Little Lioness, come for me. You can do it. You’re going to need to be ready for me.”

Oh Goddess, the way he’s moving his fingers inside of me has me seeing stars. I’m gripping his hair so hard I don’t know how I’m not pulling it out. It’s like he has magic fingers because before I know it, he pulls the best orgasm I have ever had in my life from me.

He stands and takes his pants off. Oh, commando, huh? Then I get a look at his cock.

What. The. Fuck.

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