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Panic had already crept into her face, but it was washed away with my comment. Irritation replaced it. “Who said I’d let you?”

I didn’t have time to be chattering like this, but I couldn’t walk away until she was calm. Her pulse was still erratic, and it’d taken a hit with my statement. It bothered me to leave her afraid, so I wouldn’t.

“You didn’t strike me as a quitter, pet.”

Her mouth drew a firm line, and it was exactly what I wanted. “We’ll see who wants to quit after I’m done with you.”

“Promises, promises,” I murmured and bent over to steal another kiss. But I disappeared before her taste could ensnare me—and it would.

Chapter Fourteen

Emily

Ibarely registered the kisses along my neck and across my collarbone, but when teeth teased my nipple and exposed it to the cold inside the room, I huffed and got ready to lay into whatever asshole I’d brought back that thought he had any right to touch me while I slept.

Then everything came back to me.

Fingers teased between my legs, and I clamped a hand in slick red hair, yanking hard enough to make a point. “Z…” I growled. “I was sleeping. Some ofus need to.”

His snickering was annoyingly cute, but I refused to give into him. There were few things I loved more than sleep. Food, mostly. So I tried to turn over, but a hand stopped me from going far.

“I’ve been a good boy, yeah? Don’t I deserve a reward?” he whispered between searching kisses. Their path had started to travel closer to my waist, so I stopped him with a hand. In a fluid movement that even this snake monster hadn’t foreseen, I was on top of him.

I stared down at his beautiful naked chest and felt the strain of his erection against my ass. His hands went to my hips, but I smacked them away, and they went up in mock surrender, his mouth slanted in a sneaky smirk.

“We do this my way. You had your fun,” I whispered, tossing my hair to one side. His eyes followed it, then glided down my neck until he reached my breasts. “You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission,” I told him, deliberately softening my voice.

His reptilian pupils had nearly overtaken the yellow. “Yes, ma’am.”

I licked my lips, thinking it was probably wise to address the elephant in the room—or in this case, the demon. “I assume you’re all done with tidying up?”

Amusement was in every line of his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

I leaned over and pressed my breasts against him, putting my mouth directly next to his ear. “That’s a good boy.”

“Fuck me. You don’t know what you do to me, Viper,” he murmured, his hands going to my hips again. I slapped them away and bit his ear in punishment. The ripple of his muscles under my thighs told me it was more pleasure than pain for this monster.

“Oh, I do.” I slipped back and buried the length of him inside me without warning, and his soft groan was my prize. “Snakemonsters aren’t so different from humans. You all like your dick getting wet.”

His throaty groans fueled my movements. I used my legs and arms to ride on top of a massive dick even as it pushed my stomach out every time I fell onto it. I set our pace to slow and traced the hard lines of him with my hands, not in any hurry to give him what he wanted.

For interrupting my sleep, he’d pay.

The asshole was gorgeous, and I didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t anymore. Every firm brush of my nails across his pecs and abs said so.

With a low snarl, Zelus was up and maneuvering me onto my hands and knees. I would’ve complained, but he didn’t hold back. He slammed into me hard enough for sensation to burst through my waist.

Pleasure ripped through me, and I whipped my head back into a cry. I couldn’t catch my breath as he angled me so that he hit that sensitive spot every fucking time. Pleasure so good it was painful.

“You’re so bloody tight, pet. Your cunt doesn’t want to let my cock go,” he rasped in a husky tenor he reserved for sex, and it always hit me between the hips.

I swung up and pressed my back into his front, enjoying the way I could feel the hard contraction of his muscles against my skin. With my arm around the back of his head, I drove down on his length with a moan. His body tensed and one of his arms locked around my waist. When I turned my head, he didn’t hesitate to claim my mouth in a searing kiss.

I groaned through another few thrusts, the swell of him suggesting he was close, and then I whispered in his ear, “Come for me, birdie. Fill me up with your cum.”

“Ah, bollocks,” he swore, pumping into me a few more times before stiffening. His finger was already rubbing circles around my swollen nub, tearing the orgasm out of me only a half breath later.

I pressed back into him harder, squeezing around his shaft in stuttered pulses. He continued to pump his seed inside me, and our heavy breaths filled the air. It could’ve been forever for all I knew that he spent pouring himself inside me, but it was probably only a minute or two.