Page 85 of Bitten By the Basilisk

That didn’t count as sex, right? If she decided it didn’t? She was the one who had issued this courtship challenge, after all.

“O-okay,” she whispered, letting go of her skirt.

He began breathing heavier, the direction of his gaze following the hem of her skirt as he lifted it.

When he exposed her pink panties, he gave a tight groan, his teeth clenched. “I love how wet you get for me.”

She was panting by the time her fingertips found the waist of her panties and slipped underneath, gasping as her longest finger sank into the slippery cleft of her pussy. The second she brushed her swollen clit, she let out high-pitched sigh of pleasure.

Silas made a rough, almost pained sound. She was looking directly at him when his jaw widened and his fangs erupted, his expression indicating it had happened without his consent.

She froze, more startled than afraid. Startlement that made her core throb with heat.

“Fuck,” he said once he pulled his jaw back together. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I couldn’t help it.”

“Because…you want to bite me?”

He let out a rough groan. “Yes.”

“T-tell me,” she urged as she began rubbing her clit in steady circles, the motion visible through her panties.

He groaned again, more desperately this time, staring between her legs. “When I claim you, I’m going to spread you out on my bed and sink my fangs into you…right here,” he said, turning his head slightly and brushing his lips against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh, a spot that was at most three inches from her sex.

“I can’t wait to hear you gasp when they pierce you,” he admitted, nuzzling where he wanted them to go, his brow furrowed with restraint. “I’ve imagined the sounds you’ll make as my venom spreads and you feel its effects.”

She moved her finger faster, so insanely close to coming already that each breath was a panting gasp. “Then what?”

“Then…” He glanced up at her, his eyes sleepy with arousal, before training his gaze on the movement of her hand inside her panties. “Once you’re at my mercy, you’ll take both my cocks, over and over, until the venom wears off or you pass out.”

She choked on a gasp as she came, her orgasm hitting hard and fast, her vision going blank. Her legs immediately began to shake, but Silas bolstered her stance, both with his shoulder and his hands on her waist.

“That’s it, kitten,” he rasped. “That’s it. Good girl. I have you.”

Still riding the buzz of her orgasm, she let out a breathless sob of release. Her heart was pounding, her head swimming. A couple of blinks and her eyes refocused. She drew her hand from her panties, one finger glistening more than the others.

Silas snagged her wrist and carefully tucked her wet finger between his fangs and into his hot mouth, where his split tongue began licking it clean. He moaned, his eyes glazing before they fell shut.

Realizing he was getting his taste of her, she let out a whimper as renewed heat flooded her core, her cheeks, and the tops of her ears.

“That,” she gulped, trying to find her voice, “definitely felt like sex.”

He drew her finger from his mouth, then gave her a wicked grin, his fangs making it doubly so. “How could it have been, when I was only watching?”

“Sneaky snake,” she grumbled, slightly smiling.

“You okay to stand?” he asked, lowering her leg from his shoulder.

Though her knees still felt a bit wobbly, they held her weight, so she nodded.

She expected him to stand up, but he reached under her skirt instead and began pulling down her panties.

“W— What are you…?” She squeezed her thighs together, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from dragging her panties down.

“I’m taking these home with me.” He lifted her feet one at a time. “You have your souvenirs. Consider this mine.”

She swallowed, too flattered to deny him. Just imagining what he would be doing with her panties made her core ache.

He balled up his prize as he stood, then tucked it into his pants pocket. The front of his slacks were sharply tented, his cock so stiff she could see the shape of the head through the fabric. Entranced, she nearly reached out to touch him, but a small hiss distracted her.