Page 26 of A Drop of Venom

“Hush.” She put her finger to my lips, then captured my hand and put it on her chest over her heart. “Do you feel that?”

Now that we were out of the pool, her skin had begun to cool, which made me uneasy. But I simply focused on her heartbeat and said, “Yes.”

“This heart belongs to you because I’ve chosen to give it. It is my choice, Terolon of Izaelon,” she said fiercely. The thin amber rings in her eyes seemed to glow faintly. Or was that a trick of the lantern light? “And right now it is my choice to ask you to take me back to the pool and make love to me in this new body.”

My sartras, already hard and leaking seed because of her nakedness despite my attempts to remind them this was not the proper time for such a reaction, pushed against my slit. “Hazel…” I breathed.

She moved my hand from her heart to her breast and smiled. Her expression was still fierce, but her eyes were full of love. “Yes, my shelshan?”

Goddesses, was I so stubborn and foolish that I would waste time arguing with my mate when I could be obeying her wishes?

I swept her back into my arms and fairly flew across the stone floor into the pool, sending a wave of hot water over the edge and halfway across the cave.

“That floor needed cleaning anyway,” I said, and kissed my lovely mate.

Her laugh into my mouth made my hearts sing.

As tender and gentle as our first mating had been, hunger took possession of us both and made slow caresses and lingering kisses feel impossible. I needed her more than I needed air or the warmth of the sun.

I settled my coils in the deepest part of the pool, pressed my back to the edge, and sat Hazel astride my body below my slit. Her chest heaved in a way that was utterly mesmerizing.

“Show me what to do,” she said, her eyes fixed on the dark line that was growing wider by the moment.

“Just touch me,” I pleaded. “Everything you do pleases me.”

She placed her hands on my scales on either side of my slit and gently pressed.

My sartras were so engorged and emerged so quickly that a wave of dizziness made the cavern spin. “Shelshi,” I groaned.

“You are beautiful,” she said, already reaching for my sartras. “So beautiful, Terolon.”

Stars burst across my vision and my hips undulated as she stroked both cocks in tandem, her fingers not meeting around their girth. Her hands slid easily up and down through the slick that coated them, over the textured breeding rings on the larger shaft and the nubs on the lower one.

All the fear and worry of the past three days faded. Hazel gazed up at me with lust-filled eyes and murmured my name over and over again as she stroked.

I caressed all her beautiful scales before I turned my attention to her lovely breasts and her sweet dusky nipples that made me salivate.

When she bent toward my sartras and licked her lips, I nearly came out of my scales.

“May I?” she asked, her eyes on mine.

“Please,” I grated out. “My shelshi.”

Slowly, she dragged her little pink tongue around the head of my upper sartra before swirling it over the small slit on its tip. I shuddered hard and a spurt of seed landed on her tongue.

“Oh,” she gasped and immediately licked her lips. “So sweet,” she said, licking her lips again. “Can I have more?”

Goddesses take me, my mate fully intended to kill me in this hot spring. “Yes,” I managed to say.

Smiling, she bent her head to lick me again. And again.

And when her hand slid up and down my lower sartra at the same moment she sucked the head of my upper shaft into her mouth, my seed pouch squeezed, my vision tunneled, and my coils writhed, sending another wave of water across the cave floor.

“Hazel,” I rasped, my hands in her hair to gently pull her away before I lost control. “My love. Stop now, or I will not be able to please you as I want to.”

She gave each of my sartras a last lick before sitting up, looking quite pleased with herself.

She squeaked when I lifted her by the waist. I leaned back until my head rested on the edge of the pool and positioned her dripping pink folds over my mouth.