Page 5 of Come Out & Prey

“What are you looking at?” Chess hisses as he struggles to get out of my kung-fu grip. I turn him around, letting him feast his eyes on the luscious treat flashing us glimpses of white that are likely her panties. “Ohhhhh, my.”

Grinning ferally as my fangs drop, I rake them along the cords of his neck. “Oh, my is right. That girl is fucking stunning.”

“I can feel that,” he shoots back wryly and in retaliation, I grind against his ass until he moans softly. “Fuck, Fitz…”

My hand slips down to cup his crotch and I’m pleased to find him hard and ready. I know for a fact that Chess has never slept with a female before, and his interest in this one makes my cat prowl. Unlike my brother, I never put limitations on my consort; instead, I offered him a vast array of options from my plate, but he’s never so much as blinked toward anyone but me. This development is unexpected and darkly fascinating at the same time. Since he deserves a reward for his prowess earlier, I unzip his chinos, pulling his cock out to stroke it as I pull him tight to my front. “Do you like her?”

A whimper is my only answer, but it tells me enough to continue working his thick shaft slowly. Our anonymous hot girl rightsherself as I squeeze his balls, only to prance over to another section of flowers and put her pert ass in the air again. Chess makes a low yowling sound, then turns to rub his face on mine as he pants. He finds words when she wiggles a little, showing more of that enticing white lacy edge.

“She’s statuesque like a pin up…” he says with a ragged sigh. “I could write poems about her and they would never do her justice.”

Uh-oh. It aroused his muse as well.

“Do you want to compose or come, my darling?” I murmur. Sinking my teeth into his neck to hold him in place, I rumble darkly and move my hand faster on his dick.

“B-B-Both…,” he gasps as he jerks in my palm and grinds back into my rock solid erection. “I want her… and you. Together.”

My eyes pop open and if I weren’t putting my consort in a submissive position, I’d let out a yelp of pure joy. Squeezing him again, I let my teeth pierce the skin slightly so he shudders hard and makes a whining sound that I know means he wants permission to come. I lick the small blood droplets on his skin before I mutter, “Just a little longer,mon amour. You’re doing so well.”

I look out at the girl as she walks around the courtyard. Something about the way she’s specifically avoiding looking in this direction makes me wonder if she’s scented or heard us. I’m uncertain if she’s emerged or not, given I’ve never seen her before and I’d never forget those cherry red lips made for plundering. She pauses, lifting her head to look up to the sky, before she approaches the tree and leans against it as she slides to the ground.

I’ll be damned if we don’t have an unobstructed view of those lacy scraps she’s wearing now that she’s sitting.

“Fitz… please…” Chess groans and his cock pulses in my palm. I know his eyes are glued to this reincarnation of Botticelli’s Venus, as much as mine are. “Would you let me fuck her? With you?”

My cock is going to burst through my damn pants at this point. I should have fucked him earlier and given the book dragon the finger if he caught us. “Oh, baby, I’dloveto make a kitty sandwich with you and this angel.”

His hips buck into my hand now and I lick away some of the blood with a dark smile. When I lift my eyes to look at the girl, I notice she’s squirming on the ground a bit and it looks as though she’s watching us through her lashes.

I always wondered if that window was two-way glass and now I have my answer.

If the delectable shifter out there wants a show, she’ll get one. I drop my other hand to knead Chess’ balls while I continue stroking him, then nip my way up his jaw to take his mouth. Kissing him roughly, I work his cock and sac until I feel them tighten before I jerk my mouth away. My voice is a harsh whisper against his lips as I say, “You may come.”

Just like that, his entire body tenses and his dick spurts all over my hand, gushing sticky fluid so hard that some splatters on the glass in front of us. His plaintive yowl calls to me and I curse virulently as a sudden orgasm hits me, making a mess of the inside of my favorite fucking suit. I’d punish him for it, but I can’t bring myself to be even a bit displeased with the turn of events that just transpired.

“I’m sorry, Fitz,” he says as he wilts against me. “The goddamned window.”

Laughing softly, I place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m not even mad, babe. That was fucking amazing.”

Chess flushes with pleasure and straightens, moving out of my embrace to walk over to a small drawer where he stowed a pack of wipes for surprise clean ups at the beginning of the semester. I take them from him, dropping to gently clean him up and place a kiss on his dick before I tuck him away. Grimacing, I undo my slacks and do the same to myself, sighing as I realize I’m going to have to race over to the gym next door and steal a change of clothes from my locker before I head to the tech wing.

“I love a little afternoon delight, but this was next level.” My cheetah gives me a shy smile as he looks out the window to see our peeping student sashay out of the courtyard. “I think she was touching herself while she watched.”

“Damn,” I whistle. “That’s what I get for being obsessed with your dick. I missed it entirely.”

“Maybe next time we won’t?”

“Bet on it,” I rumble. Winking at him, I head for the door, checking the hallway as I leave him staring into the empty courtyard with a look of wonder on his face.

As long as we don’t get toasted by a cranky book hoarding dragon, I’m game.

Better Off Alone

Watchingthe annoying half of the tiger twins leave my library, I sigh. This is my world—my haven—and it riles the slumbering lizard inside every time he and Chess defile my study rooms. Not forthatreason, thanks ever so. I could give a shit that two dudes are fucking; I’m more concerned about their use of my space as their personal knob gobbling spot.

It irks me for several reasons, including the lack of interest in reading or books in this hellhole of a school. The texts and tomes here are full of history, adventure, knowledge, and romance, but the spoiled brats that attend this place are only concerned with electronics.

Fucking Instagrowl or RipTok or whatever the bloody hell they’re doing these days.

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