Novel & Cerita Prey Predator Kink

"Why did you stare at me?" I gulped in fear. It seems like I miscalculated. The predator is always more observant than the prey.

I snap at him. He does not say anything else. This time, Craig speaks up. "Is she the one?" I take my eyes off the huge monitor in front of me that displays the affairs of the pack. The monitor was created by the same witch, she was able to create it to watch the other members of my pack that are at the Evermore pack house. I turn to gaze at Craig with a raised brow. "What do you mean?" "I mean we all know Ella is not your mate. You seem to care about this girl a whole lot. Is she the one your heart yearns for?"

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

A predator and prey. I need to think as though I am a true predator and I shall become one. My bare heels slide upon the ground pushing me forward as I am hunched low eyes set on my target. The weakest link of the group the one that keeps wandering far. Gripping the knives tightly my knuckles prominent with the pressure I add I take a low quiet breath through my nose. Phobos follows my movements with him crawling as well upon the muddy floor yet he has somehow taken the lead without me knowing. He truly is a ghost.

“I like it that the first place to sneak into was your predator's den. How do you feel now that I've caught you, my prey?” He scrapes his teeth against my skin and against my will, I felt shivers dancing down my spine, across my nipples, tightening them into hard little rocks and flowing right to my core, making it pulse with need. “Keagan…” I breathed out, fighting the several emotions that were battling within me. "What the fuck are you doing? I am not your prey!” No matter how much I tried to make my voice cold and stern, it did nothing but come out in a weak whisper, as though it was mocking me.

A predator smiling down at his prey. “Choking is Orion’s thing, you know.” He hummed, licking and nipping at my lips until a pathetic, greedy sound slipped from my throat. “Pay attention tonight, little wolf. I want to know how many times you catch him staring, wondering what your throat might feel like beneath his hand.” The way he strummed my clit, toying with it and teasing it until every inch of my body ached, was exactly what I expected he’d do. There was nothing feral about his languid movements, nothing animalistic like the way Draco had been.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

A small, sharp bite. “Fuck, Preppy.” I suppress a gasp—and maybe a smile. “What was that for?” “I’m testing your kink. Odaxelagnia.” I grin at the warmth spreading through my skin. “What the hell does that even mean?” “A fetish kink for biting.” He shrugs, smug now. “Fuck. Never heard of that before,” I laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, glassy-eyed, a goofy, sweet smile playing on his lips. “Good areas to bite—arms, calves, thighs, butt, and the back. Avoid the spine.”

"I think I heard the principal talking about it this morning." The one with black hair strolled casually through the cafeteria until his gaze met mine. His eyes... his eyes were dark and piercing. I noticed how his expression relaxed; apparently, his two friends noticed his gaze, followed it, and landed on our table. On us. On me. I immediately averted my gaze, looking back at Alessa, who seemed to have observed the scene. "They're looking at us," she murmured very quietly. "It's strange," Karina chimed in.

I hiss in pleasure when he cups my breasts and tweaked my nipple through my bikini with his thumb and index finger. He suddenly hurls me up and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. With heaving breaths, we share a longing look for what felt like a minute. His eyes had this possessive look to it like he is a predator and I was his prey. I lean down and place hot kisses down his neck, sucking hard to leave a hickey. He groans deeply and tightly squeezes my thighs which turns me on some more as I feel myself get wet and soak through my bikini.