Page 47 of Prey Tell
“Okay,” I reply. My mind is spinning, but I can’t ignore the thrill building inside of me. Placing a hand on my lower back, he takes my suitcase and leads us away from the lobby. “Don’t I need to check in with Luna?” I ask as we walk toward a pair of shiny gold elevators.
“I will let Luna know of our predicament,” he growls.
Predicament.I get the feeling I am going to be an unintentional thorn in his side.
My eyes take in the rest of the first floor. It’s cozy yet glamorous. Brown leathers, natural colors, lots of gold and crystal, and luxuriance.
“Who runs The Hunt?” I ask.
“I do,” he says, pressing the button to go up.
“And who are The Domme Group?”
“Business partners. They help me with my events and ensure everything is compliant.” Turning to face me, he cocks his head as he studies me briefly. “You did your research.”
I nod. “I did. I’ve done nothing but research for the last two weeks.”
He purses his lips and looks away. When he looks back at me, that same easygoing, mirthful expression stares back at me. Arching a brow in surprise, his eyes wander over my face once again.
“And you think that makes you an expert in being a submissive?”
I shrug. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” I flick my eyes up to his, and something dark passes over his expression.
Fuck.
Is it hot in here, or is it me?
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. Chase and I step inside, and he presses the number ‘3’.
“I’m willing to learn more. And I know my limits now. I’ve gone through each and every thing that could possibly come up this weekend, and I know where I stand,” I explain. My eyes drift down to the large suitcase. “I brought a lot of clothes,” I blurt, feeling the word vomit creep up as I babble nervously. “I wasn’t sure what I should be wearing, if anything. I know some Doms prefer their subs naked, so I suppose we can discuss—”
“Parker.”
I snap my eyes to his, and then I nearly gasp. His eyes are doing that dark, brooding thing they do sometimes. The last time he looked at me like that…
The doors glide closed, and the next thing I know, Chase’s hand is around my neck and he’s pressing me up against the elevator wall.
“Fool,” he mumbles, staring down at me. “You’re a fucking fool, Parker.” And then he crushes his lips against mine roughly. I moan as his tongue pries my mouth open, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. Every calm thing inside of me shatters with the hunger of his kiss, and a low, dangerous swooping sensation drops down to my core, straight to my clit. He growls into my mouth. “I shouldn’t want this so much,” he sighs, his breath hot on my lips.
“Why?” I ask, nipping his lower lip with my teeth. “I thought primal play was all about listening to your instincts?”
He pulls away and looks at me as if I’ve electrocuted him. Smirking, he grabs the back of my head and bends down to give me another demanding kiss while pressing his body against mine.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice shaky. His lips brush against mine with his words, and it sends another shiver straight through me.
I moan as he fists my hair tightly, as his mouth moves to my neck. I hear him inhale—smelling me—and my knees shake as he grips my hair harder. He unconsciously bucks his hips against me.
The elevator dings and we suddenly spring apart. I touch my lips when I look up at him. He’s panting and watching me with amusement glinting in his eyes.
“Let’s go before I get carried away.”
And then he turns and walks out of the elevator, dragging my enormous suitcase behind him.
My heart is still racing as I follow him down a dark hallway lit up with actual candle-lit sconces. There’s a dark-green patterned wallpaper lining the walls, and at the end of a hallway are two double doors. I glance at the sign outside of the door.
The East Royal Suite.
Of course.
