Page 89 of Let Us Prey

I give my love a small nod, smiling a little in understanding, but I can’t help noticing the brooding aerial preds also communicating without words.

What the hell are they on about?

And where does that leave Felix?

This is going to be a long night.

First Date

Fitz

My suggestionabout taking my baby girl out worked. I was a little shocked that the rest of them took it, but lately, they’ve been listening to me a lot fucking more. Maybe there’s something to this being a mature adult shit?

Nah.

As convenient as it is to get my way, I don’t want anyone assigning me a bunch of responsibilities because I’m growing up or whatever. I’ll reserve my knowledge drops for when it benefits me the most and is least likely to earn me a bunch of mind-numbing work. That’s much more me, anyway.

Pulling up to the front steps of the admissions building on my Vyrus Alyen, I sit back to watch for her. I wanted to visit with my baby girl while she got dressed, but Chess insisted that a proper date wouldn’t happen if I did. He was probably right, but that doesn’t lessen my excited tics as I do the one thing I truly suck at: waiting.

Patience may be a virtue, but it’s one of the many I don’t possess.

The one downside to winning the conversation the other night was my unwilling election to spokesperson. I’ve been telling our girl that I want to share her with the group forever, but she doesn’t believe me. My one assignment for the evening is to convince her she should formally date all of us—a feat that won’t be easy since those other morons have been holding out on her.

I don’t know why my friends have such deep emotional shit going on inside of them and refuse to say it out loud. We’re the tippity-top of Apex staff society and any of the females here would cut off a toe to be chosen as the center of our cream puff.

Why wouldn’t Delores?

We’re hot, rich, and eager to make her scream. Okay, I am, and the others need a little push to get past their hang-ups, but that doesn’t make my statement less true. Growing up with Felix means I’m well aware of his skill in the bedroom and I can’t imagine the other two are older than dirt with no fucking skills. Together, we make that three-fingered doucheweasel look like the participation prize in a school science fair.

“Ooh! We’re taking your bike? Can I drive?”

The excited squeal of the girl in question pulls me out of my thoughts and I turn to look as she approaches. I purposely kept our transportation secret to see what ass-hugging outfit she’d wear and how hard it would make my dick to see it straddling my other baby.

Of course, she could wear a potato sack and my cock would salute, but who am I to quibble?

Both parts of me are pleased as fuck to see she’s clad in an alluring mash-up of her usual tight leather or sinfully short skirts. Her rainbow locks are gathered in two space buns that pull half her hair off her face while the rest cascades over her shoulders onto the bad ass leather jacket she’s sporting. Under it is a tiny black dress short enough to ruffle around her thick thighs in a tempting ripple.

Baby Girl has legs to her neck and the knee-high ‘fuck me’ raver boots only accentuate her assets.

I may fucking die of a boner before we get there, but if so, what a way to go.

“Do I look okay? Cori said I should still be me, but get a little fancy. Rufus suggested some crazy contraption that I was sure would get me kicked out of a nice restaurant and you said that’s where we’re going, so…”

Her nervousness is adorable, especially since it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to bend her over this bike and fuck her until everyone on campus knows she’s mine.

I blink as that thought makes my tiger push at my skin, shaking my head to clear it before I kick the stand out. Dismounting, I walk over and pick her up, spinning us around for a moment as I look at her sparkling eyes. That weird feeling of possession rears its head again and I whip my head around to snarl at two fifth-year assholes checking out her ass from the lawn. Those little shits will have to wait, though. My girl needs me.

“You look fucking fantastic, baby girl. In fact, I may have to take some eyeballs before the night is through, so make room on your body part souvenir shelf.”

Hell if I know if she has one, but when in Rome…

Her eyes widen, and she smacks my chest lightly. “Shhhh. Todd’s parents were furious about that, and no one knows about my trophies. If they find out, I’m even deader meat than before. Keeping them secret meant they couldn’t get reattached, you know.”

My jaw drops open as I set her on her feet. “You have a fucking severed body part collection shelf? For real?”

Every time I think she can’t get any sexier, she surprises me.

“Well, not really a collection, because only the three fingers, but… I figured it’s possible more will come. It’s your M.O.” Her cheeks turn bright pink and I have to count down from fifty to keep my animal in check.

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