Page 16 of Reptile Dysfunction (Harmony Glen #11)

“They’re as eager as their owner,” she observes, pressing a kiss to my jaw.

“They have excellent taste.” I slide one hand between us, finding her slick and ready. When the heel of my hand brushes against her most sensitive spot, her eyes flutter closed, and the sight is more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.

I take my time learning her body, discovering exactly how she likes to be touched—the pressure, the rhythm, the patterns that make her breath catch. When I slide one finger inside her, then another, she rocks against my hand, seeking more.

“Thad,” she gasps, her hips moving in counterpoint to my touch. “I need—”

“Tell me,” I encourage, circling my thumb on her pleasure center. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” she says simply, reaching to free me from my boxers. “All of you.”

The first touch of her hand on my bare cock nearly shatters my control.

She explores me with curious fingers, tracing the ridges and veins, wrapping around my considerable girth to measure what awaits her.

When she squeezes gently, every snake on my head goes still, then collectively shudders in pleasure.

“Apparently, I affect all of you,” she says with a satisfied smile.

“More than you know.” I guide her hand, showing her how I like to be touched—firm but gentle, twisting slightly on the upstroke. “But if you keep this up, I won’t last.”

“Then perhaps we should move things along.” She rises slightly, positioning herself above me. “Are you sure your back—”

“Will be fine as long as you’re doing the work.” I grip her hips, helping to support her. “Though I reserve the right to flip us over once I’m healed.”

“Deal.” Her smile is both wicked and tender as she lowers herself, taking me in inch by careful inch.

The sensation is overwhelming—her heat, her tightness, the look of concentration and pleasure on her face as she adjusts to my size.

My snakes create patterns of desire in the surrounding air, their movements becoming increasingly erratic as my own control frays.

Sterling maintains his hold on her throat, as if to anchor her to me.

When she’s finally taken all of me, we both pause, breathing hard. The connection feels monumental, more than physical—as if something fundamental has shifted between us.

“Okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of keeping still.

“More than okay.” She moves, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. “You feel… incredible.”

Words fail me as she rides me with increasing confidence, her body taking what it needs while giving pleasure in return. My hands roam her body, caressing her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, finding where we’re joined to add pressure where she needs it most.

The sight of her above me—head thrown back, body flushed with desire, Sterling’s iridescent scales contrasting with her creamy skin—is almost too much to bear. My snakes move in increasingly chaotic patterns, mirroring my growing impatience as I fight to hold back until she finds her release.

I know the moment she’s close—her rhythm falters, her inner muscles tighten around me, her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her eyes fly open and then, just as quickly, slam closed. My thumb finds her magic spot and circles with firm, deliberate pressure.

“Let go,” I encourage, watching her face. “I’ve got you.”

When she comes apart, it’s glorious—her body tightening around me, her voice crying out my name, her hands gripping my shoulders as if I’m her lifeline in a storm. My snakes reach for her as she shudders through her release.

The sight, the sensation, the knowledge that I’ve brought her such pleasure—it’s too much. With a guttural groan, I follow her over the edge, my release claiming me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

But I’m far from finished with her. Even as she catches her breath above me, my cock hardens again inside her still-sensitive channel. The adrenaline from tonight, combined with weeks of wanting her, has awakened something primal and insatiable.

“Again,” I growl against her throat, my hands gripping her hips. “I need to have you again.”

Her eyes widen as she feels me swelling inside her. “Thad, I don’t think I can—”

“You can,” I assure her, beginning to move in slow, deep up-strokes that make her gasp. “And you will. I’m going to fuck you until dawn, until you forget every safe choice you could have made, until the only name you remember is mine.”

I flip her onto her hands and knees without breaking our connection, my cock never leaving the tight grip of her pussy. From this angle, I can go even deeper, hitting spots that make her scream with pleasure.

“Mine.” The word rumbles with enforcer dominance. My eyes glow in the darkness, pupils reduced to reptilian slits as every possessive instinct flares to life.

“Yes,” she agrees, arching her back to take me deeper. “Fuck me harder, Thad. Make me yours.”

When climax takes us this time, it’s with the force of a storm. My roar of completion echoes through the water tower as I empty myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as rope after rope of hot cum floods her.

Long minutes later, we finally separate, both breathing hard, both overwhelmed by the intensity.

After I lie next to her, she collapses carefully with her head on my chest, mindful of my back even in her boneless state.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close as our heartbeats gradually slow.

My snakes settle around us, several resting contentedly against her skin while Sterling maintains his loose hold on her throat, clearly pleased with himself.

“That was…” she begins, then nips my ear and whispers as though the next word is our little secret, “Life changing.”

“Evolutionary,” I supply, and feel her laugh against my chest.

“Is that the technical term?” She props herself up to look at me, her hair delightfully mussed, her lips swollen from our kisses.

“Perhaps a better word is revolutionary… for having mind-blowing sex with an ex-enforcer Gorgon?” I brush a strand of hair from her face, marveling that I’m allowed this—allowed her . “Though more research may be required to confirm.”

“Mmm, I do believe in thorough research.” She stretches like a satisfied cat, then winces slightly. “Though perhaps after a brief recovery period. Some of us don’t have supernatural stamina.”

“Take all the time you need.” I trace patterns on her back, enjoying the way goosebumps follow my touch. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She settles against me again, her head tucked under my chin. Several snakes arrange themselves protectively around her, while others maintain watchful positions. Even in this most vulnerable moment, they’re still fulfilling their purpose—protecting what’s precious.

“Your snakes are very… attentive,” she observes sleepily.

“They know what’s important.” I press a kiss to the top of her head, feeling something profound and terrifying and wonderful unfurling in my chest. “ Who’s important.”

As she drifts toward sleep, safe in my arms with Sterling still maintaining his gentle claim around her throat, I realize what’s happening. The enforcer who spent centuries in shadows, who used fear to keep others away, is finally letting someone all the way in.

And somehow, miraculously, she wants to stay.