Page 33 of Let Us Prey

Havingfeline night vision is rad. I leave the lights off as I let my tiger guide me by scent, rifling through my woman’sdrawers and smirking at some of the decidedly not innocent garments in them. She may not be ready for everything we can offer—yet—but she’s thinking about it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have scraps of lace and strappy shit that makes my cock throb.

Once I finish examining her clothes, I move to the bathroom. She has the usual assortment of chick shit, including a massive amount of beauty products that I’m not sure she uses. Dolly does dramatic eye makeup, but she doesn’t cake it on, so some of these look superfluous? Hell if I know. I doubt anything would make her look less pretty, and if she used all of it, who am I to judge?

I prefer women who make their own decisions, not ones who want to please assholes like me.

The selection of shampoos and body washes smell heavenly, but none of them carries the honeysuckle that emanates from her like it’s calling to me. That must be all her, and when I noticed the toy stuck to the back wall of the shower, I almost lose it. It’s not small, though if I had to guess, it’s about Chess sized. He’s average but nice and thick, but she’s going to have to get used to me and Felix being bigger.

I shudder to think what those winged fuckers are packing. They don’t shift in front of us because of their weird secretive shit.

Grinning to myself, I leave the bathroom with a raging hard-on and a bounce in my step. That discovery makes me want to do a little more ’research’ as I look for an old-fashioned diary in her shit. My eyes scan the room and I saunter past her desk and bookshelves—too obvious for secrets or dirty stuff. Moving to the closet, I open the door, poking through sexy clothes, the new fitted uniforms I had delivered, and various shoes.

No hidden compartments or stowed boxes with delightful contents in here.

I glare in frustration. There’s no way I’m wrong about this—according to Felix, her ex-friends are super bitches and everyone knows what tools her parents are. I highly doubt a girl as smart as ours would store her thoughts in a hackable digital format. No,she definitely poured her soul out on paper and she’s skillfully hidden it because she’s always had to. The keyboard catches my gaze and a lightbulb goes off.

Chess said she’s definitely been a singer for a long time, though no one nurtured it. Maybe she keeps her heart in lyric books? Her parents would never look at that, nor would nosy little shits pretending to be her friend. I stalk to the bench in front of the instrument, lifting the lid to see a plethora of sheet music with scribbled melodies and lyrics. It only takes a glance to confirm these are full of her feelings about shit, so I snap pictures for later before I close it.

My baby girl can’t fault me for wanting to get to know her, right?

I mean, obviously I’m right. I’m Fitzgerald Khan, enforcer of the Khan ambush. No one would dare to correct me or I’ll—I pause for a minute when a noise in the Tower catches my sensitive ears. Probably just the guys arriving upstairs from wherever those two asswads have been hiding.

The lid closes with a snap, and I prowl over to the bed. I left it for last because it’s the most likely place she’s hiding the sin bin. Who wouldn’t want their box of orgasm assistance close enough to grab without leaving the comfort of your pillows? Bending down, I look under the tall bed frame, frowning when I only see slippers. I squint, pulling open the bottom drawer of the nightstand and growl when I see nothing.

It has to be here.

Before I can explore more, the sound of stomping boots and cursing echoes in the hallway. That’s her coming home, and she sounds all lathered up. I don’t know if that benefits me or not, but perhaps surprising her will make her giggle. She teases me about my stalking anyway and it sounds like she could use a laugh.

To the closet, I go…

Settling into the tight squeeze of her clothes and shit, I wait with a smirk. I’m going to pop out after she has her little tantrum, and she’ll immediately be happy again. After all, who wouldn’t love finding me in their room? I know preds who would sell their souls to find me creeping around their private chambers, and I never gave a fuck enough to do it to them.

I watch through the slats as she stomps in, turns on the low light lamps instead of the overhead ones, and kicks off her boots. Her tiny skirt bounces against her upper thighs as she walks to the bathroom, humming something under her breath and shaking her booty a bit. It occurs to me I should have been doing this before I curse myself for missing shows the previous week. The sound of water tells me she’s washing up and I stroke my pulsing cock lightly, hoping it will calm down a bit.

Seems to be a lost cause since I met this girl, but a guy can try, right?

“Giant fucking bat asshole using us to torture the other big dickwhistle like we’re his personal serfs. I mean, honestly… grown fucking men… ancient ones… and I get called in on a day I don’t work to help morons find poems. I should invade their stupid off-limits Tower spaces and move everything around to teach them a fucking lesson…”

Oh, I like vengeful on my girl; it’s sexy as fuck.

“… not going to add them to the list, though. That’s for evil fuckers and this is just jerky shit. But I’m definitely getting them back,” Dolly mutters and then I see her plop on the bed.

She peels the blouse off, tossing it towards a hamper with a perfect arc that lands it in the opening. I’d be impressed, but I can’t take my eyes off the white lace contraption she’s wearing now. It’s got lace and straps and some sort of rings… hell, if I know what it’s called, but I want to remove it with my teeth—slowly.

I’m about to give myself up so I can see it better when she flops back on the bed, wiggling until her whole body is horizontal onthe giant mattress. It gives me a perfect view of her boobs and I squeeze my dick as they rise and fall with her breaths.

“Stupid hot know-it-all dragon,” she mutters as she stretches deliciously. “And after that freaking torture whispered in Lit…” Her hands drift down her body to her abs and my eyes widen.

If I was a cartoon character, my tongue would loll out and roll over the floor. I think she’s going to…

Those perfect pink fingernails slide down to toy with her belly ring for a minute and I have to bite back a groan. “How the hell am I supposed to focus on anything when that asshole tiger keeps throwing out sexy innuendo during class? Calling him ‘Sir’ is hard enough because it reminds me of all those crusty old farts that are friends with my parents. But maybe if he changed it to…”

Changed it to what?!! Felix is going to die when I tell him about this.

I should be jealous because her hand is sliding lower into the strappy white matching panties while thinking of my brother. But who the fuck cares? My plan has always been to share her with my ambush and hearing she’s distracted by the others is utter perfection.

All I need now is for her to say the magic words…

I Want You To Want Me

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