Page 26 of Hiss and Tell (Harmony Glen #2)
Chapter Twenty-Five
S ebastian
Ten PM. Milo should be asleep by now.
I’ve been pacing my living room for the past hour, my snakes restless with anticipation. Every few minutes, one of them flicks toward my phone, as if they’re as eager as I am to hear Aspen’s voice again.
Thoughts of our increasing closeness have been driving me slowly insane. I can still taste our kisses on my lips.
Before I lose my nerve, I dial her number.
“Hi,” she answers on the second ring, slightly breathless.
“Hi. I know it’s late, but I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier. About you.”
“I was thinking about you, too.” Her voice drops to that husky whisper that arrows straight to my groin. “About what we started.”
“And what we couldn’t finish.” I sink onto my couch, already hard just from hearing the want in her voice. “Where are you?”
“In bed. Milo’s asleep.” A pause, then: “I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”
My breath catches. “Aspen…”
“Tell me what you were thinking about doing to me,” she whispers. “When we had to stop.”
My snakes sway with interest, responding to the arousal in her voice. “I was thinking about kissing every inch of you. Starting with that spot behind your ear that makes you gasp.”
“Sebastian.” My name is a moan.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.” The admission is barely audible. “Are you?”
“Not yet. But I want to.” I lean back against the cushions, my free hand already moving to my belt. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“My hand is… oh God, I’m thinking about your mouth on me. The way you kissed me today, like you were starving for me.”
“I was. I am.” I free myself from my pants, hissing at the contact. “I’m touching myself now, thinking about how you felt in my lap. How you moved against me.”
“I can hear it in your voice,” she gasps. “You sound like you’re losing control.”
“I am losing control. Because of you. Because I can’t catch your virus, because I don’t have to be careful, because I can finally have you the way I’ve been dreaming about.”
“What else?” she demands. “What else have you been dreaming about?”
“My snakes on your skin,” I confess, my voice rough with need. “They want to touch you, taste you. Some of them are very… dexterous. They could make you feel things no human lover ever could.”
Her soft cry of pleasure tells me exactly what she thinks of that idea.
“That’s… oh fuck, Sebastian, that’s so hot. I never imagined… what else can they do?”
Something primal awakens in me at her desperate tone. The careful, gentle librarian recedes, replaced by something older, more predatory. More Gorgon.
“Everything,” I promise, my voice dropping to frequencies that vibrate through the phone. “They could hold you still while I use my mouth on you. They could touch you in dozens of places at once. They could wrap around your wrists, your ankles, anywhere you wanted them.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, I want that. I want all of it.”
“Are you close?” I can hear the tension building in her voice, the way her breath catches.
“So close. Keep talking, please.”
“Stop.” The command comes out almost harsh, pure dominance coloring my tone. “Stop touching yourself.”
Her breath hitches. “Sebastian—”
“Stop. Now.” I wait until I hear her soft whimper of frustration. “Good girl. Now I want you to pluck your nipples. Gently at first.”
“Oh, God.” The sound she makes is pure need. “They’re so sensitive right now.”
“Because you want me touching them instead. Because you want my mouth on them, my teeth.” My own strokes become more deliberate, matching the rhythm of her breathing. “Harder now. Pluck them harder.”
“Sebastian!” she cries out, and I can picture her arching off the bed.
“That’s it. Feel what I would do to you. When I finally get my hands on you—really get my hands on you—I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to worship every inch of your body until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Please,” she whispers, and I can hear how close she is to breaking.
“Please what?”
“Please let me touch myself. Please, I need—”
“You need what?” My voice is pure Gorgon now, ancient and commanding. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you,” she gasps. “I need your hands, your mouth, your snakes. I need you to hold me down and take whatever you want.”
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Slow circles. Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
The sound she makes is almost a sob. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
“You can. Because you’re mine now, aren’t you? My brave, beautiful woman who isn’t afraid of what I am.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, I’m yours.”
“Then show me. Show me how much you want to belong to a monster.”
Her breathing becomes ragged, desperate. I can hear how close she is, how her body trembles on the edge.
“Faster now,” I growl, my own control fraying. “But don’t come. Not yet.”
“Sebastian, please, I can’t hold back much longer—”
“You will. Because I’m going to tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you.” My voice becomes hypnotic, commanding. “When I finally get you alone, I’m going to strip you slowly. I’m going to map every inch of your skin with my mouth while my snakes hold you exactly where I want you.”
“Oh God…”
“I’m going to taste you until you scream my name. Until you forget every other man who’s ever touched you. Until the only thing you know is my mouth, my hands, my claim on you.”
“Yes, yes, please—”
“Now,” I command, my own release crashing over me. “Come for me now.”
Her cry of release echoes through the phone, raw and broken and absolutely perfect. I spill across my fist with a groan, her name torn from my lips as pleasure whites out my vision.
We lie here in the aftermath, listening to the rapid cadence of our breathing.
“I’m limp. I came so hard I can’t move.”
“Yes. Too much pleasure,” I finish. “But not nearly enough.”
“I had no idea you could be so…” she trails off, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Commanding? Possessive?” I chuckle, feeling more relaxed than I have in days. “You bring out the Gorgon in me.”
“I like it,” she admits softly. “I like seeing all of you. Even the parts that aren’t entirely human.”
“Soon,” I promise, my voice gentle now, but no less certain. “Soon I’m going to show you exactly what it means to be claimed by a Gorgon.”
“I can’t wait,” she whispers.
“Neither can I.”