“I want to keep you, Gemma.”
Her lips part to speak.
“Let me keep you.”
I search her face, needing her to see the truth. I pour every desperate want and every feeling I don’t have a name for into it, needing her to see it. Needing her to say yes.
She cups my face and brings my lips to hers.
Twenty
Beautiful Screams
Vruksha
Heat erupts, surging through my spine. My fingers strain, gripping her hair as she presses her mouth to mine. This is a kiss. I know what this is. I’ve seen them on the screens. It’s affection, a human act of mating, a show of desire, and trust.
She trusts me enough to kiss me—a male with venom. I push my mouth against hers.
Her lips part and her tongue comes out to play. Lust soars through me, and my member springs out from my tail to stab at her body as I lower and press into her. Her legs fall open to the sides, forcing her makeshift dress up.
I ram my tail between her thighs, making sure she won’t be able to close them. Now that she’s open, the primal male in me, the one that wants to coil around her body and rut her into oblivion, needs her open. I have waited for this since the creek. I never finished spilling all I have inside her then, and my bulge still aches.
It’s because of seed she coaxed my body to create when I first laid eyes on her. The pressure is unending, the agony a constant torment.
We’re surrounded by earth, cement, and metal here. There’s no other male but me.
Only me.
Yet I can’t fully relax. Groaning, I deepen the kiss.
My tail straightens out until it knocks at things behind me, scattering them as the need to thrash and bellow constricts my throat.
“What’s—” Gemma gasps, pulling back, but I catch her with my mouth, stopping her. I swallow her mumbled words.
I cup one hand under her neck, squeezing it as I open my mouth to ram my tongue into her. And just like I hoped, her tongue retreats and relents to my dominance. I lick it, rub mine to hers, petting it, tasting her inside. I want her to always submit to me.
The new scent my body creates when she is near floods my nose.
Her hands grab my head and she deepens the kiss. She moans, and her tongue starts to fight back, pushing into mine. My little human fighter.
She gasps, her body going rigid, and blood coats my tongue. I jerk back as her hand covers her mouth. She looks up at me with wide eyes. I lick at her blood, swallowing it down. Oh, yesss.
“Oww,” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “I forgot you had fangs.”
“Keep your tongue out of my mouth in the future. I don’t want to poison you.”
“You can poison me?”
“I’m a Pit Viper. I’m highly venomous.” So, she didn’t know. “I can control it.”
“Thank god.”
I grab her hand off her mouth and trap it against the floor. I lean down and lick the blood off her lips.
Her breath hitches and her knees come up to press against the sides of my tail. I coax her mouth back open with my tongue. She tastes delicious and flinches when I find where my fang poked her. I lick the area until she settles. It’s a promise that any hurt, big or small, I’ll be here to take care of it.
Her mouth moves on mine, forcefully, and I deepen the kiss again, thrusting my tongue. Wet and hot, kissing a human female is exactly how I imagined it would be. I curl the tip of my tail and tug down the top of her dress, freeing her breasts.
I tear my mouth from hers and lift to see them. Gemma pants, eyes hooded as she gazes up at me.
I watch as she inhales deeply, taking my scent into her. Her skin flushes.
I drop my eyes to her breasts. I’ve seen them every day in the last week, but they’re still enticing. Plump, symmetrical, and pale, all I want to do is lash them with my tongue. Her legs hook around my middle. I thrust against her.
Her breasts bounce, the peaks rise and fall, and the soft warmth of her body teases my member until I’m thrusting against her again. Her chest arcs, her nipples pop up like they want to be suckled, and I hiss, squeezing her hand under mine.
She is naked, without scales, without armor, and barely wears a pelt from one of my many kills. I couldn’t get harder, but I still do.
“Female,” I grate with painful desire.
Gemma arches her back higher, giving me my answer.
I place one hand on the center of her chest and push her flat to the floor. “Don’t move.”
She wraps her fingers around my wrist. “Why?”
“You’re still hurt.”
I dive forward and capture one of her waiting nipples. She cries out and tries to free her hand from mine, but I won’t let her. I poke her flesh gently with the tips of my fangs but don’t pierce her. After a moment, her tension eases.
Her other hand falls to the floor. I pull her nipple into my mouth, taking all that I can, loving on it. The soft, the tight, the honeyed flavor of her skin floods me, and I cup her other breast with my hand while my tailtip plucks her saliva-slick tit.
She shudders and I release one nipple to suckle the other, poking the wrinkled flesh around her tit with my fangs.
She trusts me.
I could destroy her and she still trusts me.
I dip my head between her breasts and graze my fangs down the center of her chest, down further still until I reach her belly button, which I dive my tongue into. I release her hand and cup her thighs, placing them on my shoulders. My heavy, seed-swollen member hits the floor.
Rolling my tongue, plunging in and out of the tiny indent on her
