Page 60 of Let Us Prey

“Did someone try to kill you?” I ask, my voice breathier than intended. He nods, walking towards me slowly. I’m trying not to look down, but the anticipation is killing me. My pussy is throbbing with excitement and a hunger that matches his is curled in my gut. “If I meet them, they’re dead.”

His eyebrows fly up as he stops within mere centimeters of me. “Why?”

“Because…” I fumble for a minute, not knowing why that threat jumped out of my mouth unbidden. His hand comes up, a knuckle tracing down my cheek, and I shiver. Then it hits me and I look him dead in the eyes. “Because you’re mine, Fitz Khan, and no one touches what belongs to me.”

That stops him dead in his tracks, and his chest rumbles with a growl. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, so I reach out and trace my fingertips over the scar on his ribs. My voice is soft as I give him a smile much shier than my words. “Except Chess, obviously. But if someone comes for you, they’re going through me first.”

Fitz doesn’t laugh or ask how I’m going to defend him against other preds as a bunny. He doesn’t look amused or condescending. Instead, he yanks me to his body and buries his face in my neck as he mumbles, “Fuck, yeah, I am, baby girl.”

Oh, I’m full of heady confidence now.

My hands wrap around him, palms smoothing up his back and then down to the dimples I saw at the base of his spine. He seems to like it, so I dip lower to squeeze his ridiculously tight ass and he moans. I shift, lining my body up with his, swallowing hard at the press of the cock that is definitely as big as his twin’s. I may bite off more than I can chew, but hell if I’m not going to enjoy every second.

“Fitz…” I mumble. “You know I’m not… experienced, right?”

His grin is almost feral when he lifts his head to look at me. “I’m going to love being your teacher. And if you tell Felix I said that, I’ll spank your ass scarlet.”

Laughing, I let him back me towards the bed, my expression playful. “Oh, but I think he’d enjoy a little schoolgirl over the desk action.”

“Uh, hell yes, he would, but this is my night, baby girl,” he rumbles as my knees hit the mattress. “Now, be a good girl and get those clothes off.”

Good Goddess, I think I almost had an orgasm at those words.

Sucking in a breath, I force my liquid limbs to move, pulling off my clothes until I hit the racy lingerie he ordered when he replaced my stuff. I chose a pale pink, lacy set today and I can tell he likes it… and so does his dick. It bobs in front of him as he looks at me and I reach out, running my fingertips over him.

“Ah, ah, naughty girl,” Fitz growls. “No making me lose my damn head before you lose yours. Put your hands above your head and keep them there.”

This is a new game and though I’m nervous, I do as he says. I know Fitz wouldn’t hurt me and nothing he’s done so far has been bad. His eyes get little flecks of gold in them when I cross my wrists above my head and let him run his enormous hands over me without moving. Fingertips run over my curves and hips as ifhe’s memorizing my shape. I flush a little; I know I’m not built like most of the women here. I’m a little thicker and have more to hold on to than the average Apex female.

“Beautiful,” he rumbles. “The dragon said some shit about an Italian guy, but I think you’re built like a pin-up.” His hands squeeze my hips and he gives me a wicked smirk before lowering his head to bury his face in my boobs.

I guess he doesn’t mind after all.

His mouth moves over the mounds of my breasts, nipping and suckling at the skin hard enough to leave marks. I know he’s doing it on purpose, but I can’t find it in myself to care. If Fitz wants to mark me from head to toe, I’ll writhe around while he does it and be a happy bunny.

“You will, huh?”

No. I. Didn’t.

Lifting my head a little, I look down at him with wide eyes. “Out loud again?”

His chuckle is dark as he goes back to removing the fragile pink lace, preventing him from getting to my nipples. When he tosses it aside, he groans and wiggles on top of me like he’s in pain. “I fucking knew it. Same fucking color.”

“Do you have a bet with someone about my nipples?” My face turns bright red as the blood rushes from every part of my body to my cheeks.

“No. Well, maybe with myself,” he mumbles before he wraps his lips around one and steals my breath away.

Well, okay then.

His mouth moves over me until I’m squirming with need, arching my back to press against the hard length jutting into my stomach greedily. I keep my arms in place, but damn, it’s getting difficult with the scrape of his teeth and the hard suckling. Myblood is thrumming in my veins and I feel my bunny shimmering under my skin as if she wants out. But I can’t do that… can I?

No. I need this to be me and Fitz, just us coming together for the first time.

When the stubble on his chin has me so sensitive I can barely stand it, I gasp, “Fitz, please.”

The growl that escapes against my skin tells me he liked that, so I repeat it until he moves lower. His tongue dips into my belly button, flicking the jewel there before he bites a hip bone firmly. That’s going to leave a mark and I whine with pleasure. I don’t know if it’s a pred thing for teeth to flood my basement or if it’s just me, but I can’t control myself when I feel the sting. I may have a biting fetish and I completely blame vampire shows on TV for it.

Sink them in, dear Goddess, do it…

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