I threw my head back as I felt his hard cock rolling harshly against mine, pleasure sparking at the site then radiating out in ways I had never experienced before.
He grasped my wrist and eased my thumb from his mouth, then glided his fingers down my chest, over the leather of my vest. He undid the buttons one by one, then pushed it off me. I helped him ease it fully away, the high collar and armored shoulders gone then, leaving me feeling rather exposed.
I stood there in just my crown, leather pants, and boots.
“Can you scale-out in other places, too?” he asked, his voice rough like gravel. He reached my belt and gave a tug, making it clear as to where he wished me to perform such a feat.
“Yes,” I told him. “It will be… rougher… there, though.”
“Enhanced armor for a sensitive area requiring additional protection?”
“In essence. Basilisks value life, thrive on life, and rely on further life created to flourish.” At least, that was the way it had been until our exiled state had altered. Now there were other means by which to sustain ourselves and entrench our power.
I felt my eyes heat as I had to exert more mental effort than I normally ever would have because I was being consumed by desire and need more so with every passing moment, but I managed to call my scales just to the site that he wished for.
I gave a nod, then he unclasped my belt and opened my leather pants.
I sucked in a breath, and his flaming eyes remained on mine as he eased down my pants, finding me bare beneath, and my cock not only now scaled but fully and painfully erect. He started as he took in not only that, but the size itself.
And then he lowered himself to his knees and dragged his tongue up the length of my shaft.
I cried out and bucked against the wall, the sensation sharp, harsh bliss—and wholly new to me.
I dug my nails into the wall behind me as I watched, entranced as he flicked his tongue at my crown, before suddenly sucking it into his mouth and gnawing at it.
“Damnation!” I roared, driving a hand into his hair and fisting, needing the contact, needing the grounding.
He grinned with that mischievous look shining forth again as he tilted his head up, my crown slipping from his mouth with a pop. “Work those hips, sweetheart. Show me how much you need my mouth on you.”
Hmm.He was letting go, allowing his sexually confident side to break free.
And in the moment, in this specific time and place, I welcomed it. I needed it.
Judging by the way this had escalated so swiftly since we’d arrived in my suite, he did as well. Very much so.
I thrust my hips the moment his lips closed over me again.
But I couldn’t… my movements weren’t angling the way they should be… the rhythm wasn’t melding well with his.
His fingers brushed my balls, and I nearly shot off the wall—another new sensation that I couldn’t contain my reaction to for the life of me.
He pulled away suddenly, then rose to his feet, eyeing me curiously.
“This is your first time?” he asked, his incredulity clear.
Oh dear.
I had been hoping to immerse myself in this without enduring the indignity of revealing such a thing.
“Vaxan?” he pressed.
I pushed off the wall and pulled my pants back up, not bothering to secure them, let alone deal with my belt. I wasn’t even sure that I could currently with every nerve ending in my body blazing to life, my hands even trembling with it.
As he continued staring without reprieve, quietly willing an answer, I took off my crown and placed it on a shelf beside me, then told him, “Yes.”
His eyes shot wide. “What?” Worry clouded his beautiful eyes. “You’re mated or betrothed to someone? That’s still policy in some areas of the Basilisk community, yes?”
“Your knowledge is on point concerning my people.ButI am not promised to another.”
