Page 61 of Let Us Prey

Chuckling darkly as I writhe, the tiger prowls lower, blowing over my bare skin and raising goosebumps. He plants soft kisses all over me, tongue swiping over tender skin to soothe it after he makes mark after mark. My limbs are trembling and I know I’m leaking like a faucet all over the bedspread. I feel the clenching inside as my body desperately seeks something to fill it and I’m ready to explode.

By the time he lowers his mouth to me, I’m almost vibrating with need. His tongue traces around my clit in a way that a toy can’t replicate and I can’t control the whimpers as I buck into him. Panting softly, I fight the urge to bury my fingers in his hair and hold him in place. My tiger teases and tortures me right to the edge and when he pushes me over, I let out a wail they probably heard across the fucking campus.

I don’t even want to contemplate where he learned that, but I’d send the bitch a fruit basket if I could.

It takes a few minutes before the stars in front of my eyes recedeand when I go boneless, Fitz lifts his head to reveal an expression of pure satisfaction.

“Baby girl, I’m lucky I didn’t blow my load when you made that sound. You’d better be ready.”

Gulping in a deep breath, I nod, moving my hips to encourage him. “Now, Fitz. Do it now.”

His body is covering mine and his dick is poised at my entrance before I can finish my sentence. When he shifts, pressing in a little, I let out another throaty whine. That snaps his control, and he buries himself inside of me as far as he can in one swift stroke. I shudder as my body adjusts to his size, muscles squeezing him eagerly.

“You’re going to want to hold on for this,” he growls low.

I sigh happily, raising my arms to hook them around his neck and pull my thighs up on his hips since he gave permission. He gives me a feral grin and pulls out, then slams into me hard enough that I see stars again. His pace is furious and I hold on tight, muttering stupid shit under my breath because I can’t focus my brain on anything but the searing pleasure every time he rubs the right spot.

The louder I get, the rougher he is, his eyes full of golden heat. “Not going to let the kitty loose this time, babe, because that’s a discussion for everyone, but… you’re making it tough.”

I’m not sure what that means exactly, but I nod. “Just fuck me until I can’t walk. I want to feel you all day tomorrow.”

His eyes widen, and he lets out a dark snarl. I almost cry when he pulls out, but he flips me over and drives into me from behind. That lights up a whole new scoreboard and I bury my face in the comforter to muffle the screams as he hammers into my pussy like he’s trying to crawl inside me. I feel a burning sensation at the base of my spine and dig my fingers into the bed hard, unable to hold back any longer.

The orgasm that rips through me is big enough to make my vision blurry again and I melt into the material as he pumps a few more times, then fills me with cum for so long I’m sure I’ve broken him. When he finally stops, I feel him cover me completely, panting in my ear like he ran a marathon.

“Holy fuck, baby girl. That was…”

“Perfect,” I groan as my body gives out.

His chuckle is dark, and his hands move from the tight grip on my hips to my back. “I knew when I first saw you I’d be chasing you, but I didn’t realize you’d have a fluffy cottontail to play with.”

I suck in a breath, unable to form words when he’s touching the appendage I’ve never manifested outside of a full shift before. “Uhhhhhhh…”

“Shit, now you're strangling my cock again, babe.” He rolls off of me, pulling out and turning me to face him as he slips fingers into the mess we made. It’s almost like he’s pushing it all back into me, and I look at him in confusion. “What can I say? I don’t want a drop wasted.”

My brows furrow and I feel heat flush up from my chest to my face. I whisper softly, “You know I have an implant, right? Like Lucille made me get one when I turned thirteen.”

Fitz winks playfully. “Even better, though maybe someday…”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Fitzgerald Khan, you get that out of your cave tiger brain immediately! I'll cut your balls off myself. I’m eighteen years old, creep.”

He shrugs, looking completely unfazed. “I’ve got forever to talk you into cubs, baby girl. For now, I’m obsessed with your pussy for other reasons." His eyes twinkle as he looks at me. “And if you think I’m moving from this spot until morning, you’re out of your cute, fluffy mind.”

“I’m too tired to argue,” I mumble as my eyes flutter closed. “Don’t make me late for your brother’s class or he’ll make me suffer.”

“I suspect he’ll do that anyway when he smells you,” he rumbles as he reaches for the lights. “Lucky you.”

Mmmm. Lucky me, indeed.

Brother

Chess

Felix wasbeside himself when we got home last night.

It took me several hours worth of cat contact and listening to him grumble and growl in single syllables before he could stay still. Usually, Fitz does this, but there was an unspoken agreement that passed between us after he decimated that idiot Gregor. He needed to be alone with our angel and I was happy to allow them that time.

After all, I’ve had Fitz’s sexy after-match horniness many times and Dolly has yet to experience it—it only seemed fair to share.

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