Of their own accord, those bands apply a subtle pressure. Chuckling under my breath, I command them away, removing my gloves with my teeth and replacing the shadows with my bare skin. She exhales arousal, and I cup her throat, pulling her against my body, letting her feel how hard I am as I command my shadows to slide down the old scars on her stomach and caress the dark hair at the apex of her thighs. Down they wander.
“You’ve acquired a taste for danger, snakelet. I’m not sure if I should spank or fuck that out of you.”
Snakelet gasps as those shadows find her wet heat. Find those pussy lips slick and deliciously hot. “Why do you care?” she pants, placing her hand over mine at her throat. “You’ve never fucking cared about me.”
“Hmmm,” I hum, enjoying the feel of her core, of her centre as I delve deeper for that precious hole. She cries out as I enter her, expanding the shadows and filling her up. She bucks in my grasp, and I band an arm around her waist as yet another lick of shadow joins in at her core, this time circling her swollen clit. “That’s a lie,” I say into her ear as the shadow inside of her expands further. “I’ve warned you many a time.” She gives me a sweet cry, and I brush my lips across her jaw. “Breathe, snakelet. Breathe for me.”
“It’s growing,” she says, running a hand down the thick length between her legs. “How is it growing?”
I hum again. “Is it?”
“You bastard,” she pants, but it’s half-hearted.
“This is what you miss, isn’t it? The cocks of your mates in you. I can give you whatever you want all by myself.”
The shadow grows, pumping slowly, lovingly, into her as her clit pulses under the second finger of shadow. She tilts her head back to look at me, and I surrender into her gaze beforeslanting my fangs over hers. “If you don’t kiss me, I might leave,” I whisper. She growls, reaching for the back of my head and hissing into my mouth. I toy with a nipple as her tongue slips past my lips, and now it’s my turn to groan into her.
Snakelet’s pussy floods my shadows, her desire growing around us. I move faster, the shadows fluttering against her clit in a sucking motion, the pulsing inside of her bigger, faster, and stronger than before. Her muscles tense, and she screams into my mouth, her fangs biting on my lower lip, venom shooting out. I grab her chin as she comes and cries out, sucking on her mouth for her delicious poison.“I need every last drop,”I tell her into her mind.“Every last fucking drop of you.”
Her hips buck under my shadows, and as venom slides down her mouth, I slowly lick it up, savouring the power and taste of it. She pants against me, and I circle her clit in a lazy motion to drag every last bit of pleasure from her. As she sags in my arms, I just have to bury my nose in her hair, wrapping her in my power, wrapping her in night.
“It’s warm,” she says curiously, “but cool at the same time.” As she’s looking back at me like this, I could drown in those gems she calls eyes. The one pair of eyes in the world immune to me and my lethal nature. “You can give me whatever I want?” she asks carefully.
“Ah, I’m wounded. You’re using me.” A glimmer begins in her pupil, spreading outwards as she turns around to face me. Her hand slides down my trousers, finding my hard length and squeezing. I tilt my head back in pleasure. “Oh, snakelet.”
“Don’t you dare think for a moment that I’ve forgotten Drakos Estate. You owe me for all my trouble.” Her hand slides up and down, working me like an instrument.
“Yessss,” I say with a sibilant hiss. “I forget nothing, snakelet. Ever. What is it you want from me?”
She unzips me, untucking me and letting that achingly hard length spring out into her hand. Her touch is nothing but torture on my needy skin. “I want some of that heat serum they injected me with at Drakos Estate. Six doses worth at least.”
Even my darkness stutters. “Snakelet,” I drawl. “Now why on the Wild Mother’s forsaken earth would you ask for something like that? Do you not remember what happened the last time?”
“Oh I remember quite well, General,” she returns, her voice soft and beguiling. Is it getting hot in here?
“All this time you wanted drugs from me?” I pout over my fangs. “I’m hurt, actually.”
She removes her hand, shoving at my chest with enough power behind it that it actually makes me stumble back a step. “Can you get it or not?”
Enamoured, I have to stare at her for a moment. Stare long and hard enough that inside me, something long-awaited ignites. “Finally, she shows me her fangs,” I say.
“Finally, I realise that the monsters in the jungle are no scarier than me,” she purrs. It’s definitely hot in here. She takes a step towards me, predatory intent in her eyes. “Finally, I realise that the only thing stopping me from being the bigger predator wasmyself.”
“I don’t know if I can keep calling you snakelet after tonight,” I breathe.
“There is something else you can call me. Something you’ve been avoiding.”
There is a glint of some type in her eye now. Her voice booms around me. “Give me what I want.”
She just tried to regina-command me. Spells and secrets on my body burn like poison through my veins. My heart pounds in my ears, and my fangs elongate down past my lower lip. “You’re calling upon something you’re not ready for,” I warn.
“I’ve been ready for a while, Ghoul.”
We stare at each other, eye to eye. Basilisk to Boneweaver. Her pupils turn into serpentine slits, mesmerising me.
“I’ll get you the serum.” What am I even saying? “But—” I quickly recover. “You’ll have to do something for me first.”
She frowns. “Why? I don’t have time for this.”
