Page 130 of Let Us Prey

“That can be arranged.” A hand snakes under my skirt to my thong, and a loud ripping sound fills the air.

Son of a bitch! Those were brand new.

“I’ll buy new ones,” he mutters against my ear, as if he can hear my thoughts. “But for now...”

Tilting my hips up, I grind against the hard cock nestled between my thighs. The rumbling snarl that echoes out of him is scary and sexy, so I tilt my head, kissing him hungrily. Our tongues dance as he shifts his position. The head of his cock rubs against my clit enticingly, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders to hold on.

“Don’t tease me, Rennie,” I gasp when our lips break. “I want you now.”

That sounded sexy, right?

It must have, because he leans his forehead against mine, that brilliant blue flashing in his gaze as he murmurs huskily, “I’ll take it slow so I don’t hurt you.”

“You’d be amazed at what I can take. Don’t hold back for me.” I smirk as I grip his shoulders and push myself down on the smooth, hard cock at my entrance. Our little game of chase turned me on anyway, but just like with Fitz, my pussy is so slick and wet, it’s like a goddamn slip-and-slide.

I’m not complaining, since I didn’t bring any lube with me to the club.

Gasping as he fills me, I realize he might have been right about taking it slow, but I’ll be damned if I’m backing down now. Renard may have centuries of experience on me, but I have a premium subscription to PredHub and a higher tolerance for pain than I’ve ever let on.

Plus, I’m stubborn as fuck.

Concern eclipses the lust on his face, but I wiggle to encourage him, and that snaps the leash he has on himself. His wings flare out behind him like a shield as he starts a hard rhythm. I leanback against the wall, using it as leverage to meet every thrust as it stretches me just shy of pain. The sting makes my pussy flood, and my bunny inside pushes against my skin like she wants out.

I guess she wants to play, too.

An idea flits through my sex-hazed mind, and I let go of his shoulders to grab his tail as it whips around. Curving my lips into a wicked grin, I bring the tip to my mouth and bite. A loud roar of pleasure is his response, so I do it again, and his hips piston me into the wall so hard, I might actually dent the drywall. However, the bunny inside seems to like it, and before I can stop it, I feel my fluffy tail and long ears bust free, followed by my fangs and claws.

“Ah, the vicious rabbit,” he growls. “I was waiting for her,petite. Now, let yourself go...”

The dark rumble in his tone makes me shiver, and I ride the waves of sensation as our bodies move to the beat of the pumping bass of the club. When I feel the orgasm rushing towards me, I bite down on his tail again, and he throws his head back with another roar. Suddenly, something changes—as if his cock swells, rubbing spots it wasn’t hitting before—and I explode.

When I can finally open my eyes, his electric blue ones stare back at me in what looks like surprise. His hips are moving, but…

Holy Aphrodite, he’s my mate, too? But what if that’s not what he wants?

The confidence I was projecting before deflates.

A soft expression crosses the fierce features of the gargoyle, and a clawed hand brushes the hair off my sweaty face as I dare to hold his gaze. “Ma petite, you’re far too smart to have missed the reason all of us attended Zhenga’s class that day.”

“I… I know what the video said, but… I didn’t think...” It’s hard to form words when he’s looking at me like this. I’m getting much better at expressing the sexy side of things—even if a lot of it is bravado—but the emotional stuff is still a struggle. “It’s wild enough that two of you are my ‘fated mates’ already. I didn’t expect it to happen again.”

“Would it be so bad if it did?” he rumbles softly. “Are you frightened by the idea of five fated mates, Dolly?”

Ignoring the voice in my head screaming in fear, I whisper, “Truth for a truth?” I wait for him to nod and continue. “A little. I worry none of you have a choice—that this is all a fluke or something.”

The impish grin that spreads over his face is adorable and makes my chest ache. “Fate doesn’t always get to decide,petite. I was told what they wrote in my stars from an early age, and my current life wasn’t in those predictions. Neither was my past pain.” His lips brush my ear as he murmurs, “But I would live through it all again to be where I am now.”

Be still my heart, poetry boy.

“You owe me that story,” I say, hoping to lighten the mood before I turn into a rabbit-shaped puddle on the floor.

Suddenly, the feeling of fullness inside me lessens, just as it did with the others. He chuckles, letting my legs slide down his body slowly, holding on to me as I find my bearings with limbs that feel like jelly. The onyx skin melts away, and his clothes are back, though his wings and tail stay put.

“How… how do you do that?” I ask, still breathless, gesturing at his clothes as he hands me a cloth to clean up with. “Is it a gargoyle thing for your clothes to shift with you?”

“Ah. Perhaps I’m not the only one experiencing this benefit. Check yours?”

Frowning, I glance over my shoulder to discover that my damned tail is sticking out of the skirt, as if they designed it for me to shift in. “You are not a sorcerer, Renard Laveaux. Tell me how you did it!”

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