Page 116 of Let Us Prey

Chessie just trapped her into choosing between humiliating me and insulting the Khans. I press my thighs together, hoping my immediate reaction to the normally submissive cat dominating the conversation like a fucking boss isn’t obvious. That kitty just earned himself a very happy ending when we get out of here.

The horror on Lucille’s face only lasts a second before she locks it down, arching a brow as she eyes my date critically. “Since you’re not the heir or the spare, you must be the orphan. Interesting to find you here with Delores rather than your… brothers. Of course, she’s always had a soft spot for inferior preds. I’ve never been able to teach her how to separate the wheat from the chaff, so to speak.”

Shit, shit, shit. This is getting out of hand.

“It was kind of Felix to send the tiara for me to wear, though, wasn’t it? The future Raj is one of my professors and he’s been extremely helpful to my studies. This boon is a fitting tribute to our name, is it not?” I squeeze Chess’ bicep, wordlessly begging him to let me end this before blood is shed.

“Mmm,” Lucile says as she looks at me again. “Yes, those birdbrains informed me of your schedule. I wasn’t aware being his student afforded you such a close relationship with the princes. I should visit campus soon and meet the men who hold your…education… in their hands.”

My cheetah looks like he’s going to lose it again at her implication, but thank the gods, a waiter with a large tray full of desserts arrives. Lucille looks at it in horror, as if she’ll gain weight by seeing the items on it, and waves her hand at me dismissively.

“Enjoy your calories, Delores. You’ll want to keep track of them if you’re going to prove useful to me in a long-term fashion.” With that grenade lobbed, she stalks off towards the other half of the restaurant. I see Bruiser materialize behind her, but not my father.

Where the hell is Bruno and why is Lucille at a Khan business instead of in Ibiza, as she told me?

I turn to Chess, and he cups my face in his hands gently. “Don’t worry, angel. She can’t hurt you; you have protectors now.”

Shaking my head, I feel the sting of her verbal cracks more deeply than if she’d used her fists. I don’t want to be a needy, broken doll, but Lucille knows exactly where to land the punches to make me feel the worst.

Narcissists always do and they purposely aim for the weakest spot so they can maintain their control over you.

“Shhh.” Chess says as he kisses my eyelids. “I’ll get all the treats boxed, and we’ll head home to finish our date in much better company, angel. How about that?”

I nod, giving him a watery smile. “I’d like that a lot, my spotted knight. In fact, I’d like it as much as I did you wanting to tear apart the most powerful woman in the room because she was mean to me.”

“You could feel that?”

Shrugging, I give him a look. “Women always know, Chessie. Now take me home.”

“Anything for you, angel.”

The ride home was uneventful,but Chess insisted on carrying the to-go bag and me across the campus to the Tower. When we reached the door, he let me enter my code and lead him up the front stairs to my room without even asking. I know all the Khans are fascinated with the freedom Aubrey and Rennie have granted me in their lair, but I’m not giving up the ghost until they tell me I can.

“Come on, knight. We’re going to get these beautiful, but highly uncomfortable, clothes off and pig out.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners as I pull open my door and kick off my shoes the second I get inside. “Leaving your door unlocked is a recipe for disaster, angel.”

“I don’t care what Fitz rifles through,” I say as I tug the gown up and over my head to leave me in the tiny thong and nothing else as I root through a drawer for jammies. “He’s welcome to sniff my undies if it makes him happy.”

“You really are an angel,” he says as he drops the bag on the floor and kicks the door shut.

A soft growl echoes out of his chest and I feel the animal in him. Turning to face the adorable cheetah, I smirk. “When I want to be, Chessie. But maybe tonight, I’d rather be bad.”

He moves with a speed I haven’t seen before and suddenly, his arms are around me, pulling me tight to his body. The rumble of his cat and the erection pushing against my belly tell me he’s excited, but I see the uncertainty in his eyes. This is a first for my knight, and having been there not so long ago myself, I want him to have a far better experience than I did.

Reaching up, I cup his face and smile softly at him. “Hold on there, cowboy. Let’s take this to bed so we can explore.”

The blush on his face is so cute I can barely stand it, so I grab his hand and pull him over to my bed, toppling us onto the large mattress the moment we’re close enough. His hands coast over myskin as I wiggle on top of him and bracket his legs with my thighs. I sit up, pulling the pins from my hair until it tumbles over us, then do the same for him.

“Much better, don’t you think?” I whisper as I place his hands on my hips. Amazingly, I’m not nervous about Chess; in fact, since Fitz and I have been exploring every position possible for weeks, I actually feel confident.

“Oh, yes. Much,” he says with a hungry look. “But it could be better.”

I nod, rocking my hips over him slowly. The friction pulls a moan from me and I watch his eyes bleed amber as the cat within makes itself known. “You have too many clothes on.”

His eyes widen and he practically tears at the buttons on his shirt, wriggling and bumping my pussy as he fights to get it off. Laughing softly, I rise a little to let him do the same with his pants and boxers, then settle on top of him again. His cock rubs against the lace of my panties and I growl softly.

“I’m going to tell you something I told Fitz,” I murmur as I roll my hips against his, letting the head of his dick bump my clit through the fabric. He blinks, eyes hazy, as he looks at me. “I have an implant and since I know you’re clean because he is, we’re going to do this the fun way.”

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