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I’d danced en pointe on broken toes. I’d kayaked straight into a squall just to feel the water fight me back. I’d jumped from a plane without checking the gear twice. Once, I’d let a stranger tie me up on a rooftop just to see if I’d panic. I hadn’t.
None of that felt half as risky as this—reaching into a tank with a viper who could kill me in one strike.
But it wasn’t death I was chasing. It was control. Or maybe the surrender of it. The thrill of staring down something that should terrify me and touching it anyway.
Inviting it closer. Daring it to try.
Obsidian didn’t flinch. Didn’t recoil. She watched me like she recognized something in my posture, my scent, my stillness.
Something wild. Something willing.
I smiled at her like we were the same. Because in a way, we were. Neither of us belonged in glass cages. We weren’t meant to be tamed. We were meant to strike.
The enclosure’s latch was a simple sliding bolt, unlocked, as if the Dane brothers dared anyone to be this stupid. I slid it free, the click sharp in the silence, and eased the glass panel open.
Obsidian stirred, her tongue flicking, tasting my intent. My pulse raced, the same electric rush I got skydiving, kayaking the harbor, climbing bridges. I reached in, my fingers brushing her cool, smooth scales, unafraid, unyielding.
“Come on, girl,” I whispered, my voice a velvet blade. “Let’s make this unforgettable.”
She unfolded, her body heavy and muscular, and I lifted her, draping her around my shoulders, her coils sliding over my skin like a lover’s caress. Her head rested near my collarbone, her tongue flicking against my neck, intimate and thrilling. I grinned, my bare legs carrying me back up the stairs, Obsidian’s scales whispering against Elias’s T-shirt, my pussy already wet, aching for what was next.
Elias was waiting when I slipped back into the suite, the door clicking shut behind me. He sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still hard, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of me—bare legs, his T-shirt barely covering my ass, and Obsidian coiled around my shoulders like a living shawl.
His breath hitched, his hands fisting the sheets. “Jesus Christ, Red,” he rasped, voice thick with lust and something darker. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I set Obsidian on the floor, letting her slither toward the bed, her coils gliding silently over the hardwood. “You said I’d be safer with the snake,” I said, climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips again, my pussy grazing his cock. “Let’s see if you’re right.”
His hands gripped my thighs, his eyes darting to Obsidian, who was now sliding onto the sheets, her head brushing my calf. “She’s a viper, Vivi,” he growled, but his cock twitched against me, betraying his hunger. “This is insane.”
“So am I,” I said, rocking my hips, grinding against him, the friction sparking fire through me.
Obsidian’s coils tightened around my ankle, cool and strong, and I gasped, the sensation amplifying every nerve. Elias’s eyes darkened, his grip bruising, and I knew he was as fucked up as I was, turned on by the danger. By me.
I peeled off the T-shirt, tossing it aside, my breasts bare, my nipples hard from the cool air and the thrill. Obsidian’s head brushed my thigh, her tongue flicking against my skin, and I moaned, the sound raw, unfiltered. Elias swore, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“You’re gonna get us killed,” he said, but his voice was rough, desperate, his cock throbbing against my wetness.
“Then we die screaming,” I said, leaning down to kiss him, my tongue plunging into his mouth, claiming him as fiercely as he’d claimed me.
Obsidian’s coils slid higher, brushing my hip, my stomach, and I shivered, the dual sensations—his hands on me, her scales against me—pushing me to the edge.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down his jaw, his throat, biting hard enough to draw blood. His groan was a low rumble, his hands guiding my hips, urging me to take him.
I reached down, guiding his cock to my entrance, and sank onto him, slow and deliberate, taking him inch by thick inch. He was huge, stretching me, filling me, and I gasped, my head falling back, my hands braced on his chest.
Obsidian’s coils tightened around my leg, her head near my knee, and I moaned, the danger of her presence making every thrust electric.
Elias’s fingers dug into my ass, his hips thrusting up, meeting my rhythm, fucking me like he wanted to break me.
“Move,” he growled, his voice a command, his eyes wild.
I rode him, hard and relentless, my hips slamming against his, the bed shaking under us.
Obsidian’s head rested near my thigh, her eyes glinting, and I felt her power, her danger, amplifying every gasp, every scream. Elias’s hands roamed, one sliding to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race, the other gripping my hip, bruising my skin.
“Feel her,” I whispered, guiding his hand to Obsidian’s coils, letting him touch her scales. His breath hitched, his cock twitching inside me, and I grinned, knowing he was lost, caught in this fucked-up dance of desire and risk.
I rocked harder, my clit grinding against him, my moans loud, filling the room, drowning out the world.