Page 30 of The Serpent and the Silver Wolf

A thumb pressed to her mouth, teasing the line of her lips. It traced the swell, then slipped between them, moving deeper, dragging across the edge of a suddenly piercing canine.

Blood splashed over her tongue. And bliss burst behind her eyes, flashing down her spine. Her thighs tensed, hips bucking beneath him as the taste hit. Copper, heat, and everything that made himhim.

She moaned, deep and wrecked, vision blurring as sensation folded through her from the inside out.

“Oh my…” Kazuma chuckled darkly as he eased back, removing his hand from her mouth and sitting back on his heels.

The loss hit like a slap.

Her body arched after him, desperate for contact. She shoved her hands forward, catching his hips, yanking him closer as her fingers reached lower.

“Fuck, Kaz.” She found him—hot, heavy, already straining.

Air hissed through his teeth as his cock jumped in her hand.

She tightened her hold, thumb gliding over the tip, spreading the fresh moisture there in slow, deliberate circles. Her mouth parted, tongue flicking against her teeth, chasing the last taste of his blood, humming low in her throat like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Kazuma looked up at the ceiling as his knuckles flexed once, then twice at his sides before he looked down at her.

A hand shot out and caught her wrist. Hard.

“As if I’d make it that easy.” The promise of bruises bloomed in his grip. “Naughty girl.”

The pant tore from her lips before she could stop it. And need throbbed through her as damp fabric clung between her legs like a confession.

Then, the world spun as he flipped her, and she was on her belly.

He moved fast—one arm banded around her waist while the other anchored in the crease between her thigh and hip to yank her ass high into the air.

Her palms slammed the floor, nails scratching. Then, cool air grazed the backs of her thighs as her shorts were eased down, exposing her inch by inch.

“Kazuma…” Her cheek pressed to the mat. “If you don’t fuck me—”

Then, his tongue lashed out, and her words shattered.

One long, slow stroke from the top of her pussy, all the way back. Long and sinuous. It rippled as it moved, undulating side to side like a serpent winding its way across her skin.

Her legs seized, and her hips shook without rhythm. The damp trail he left behind made her gasp, but it was the motion, the deliberate, sidewinding sway of it, that tore her open. Her forehead hit the mat, and her mouth parted around a moan she couldn’t hold in.

“Great Elements, woman…” Kazuma’s voice came rough, almost reverent, as he sank his teeth into the swell of her ass.

“I could drown between your legs, you’re so soaked.” Growling against her skin, he licked lower—deliberate, filthy, hot—flicking over that space where everything met. “Is that all for me?”

A small, broken squeak slipped from her throat as she tried to swallow air and find her voice.

“I will kill you, snake.” Her cheek pressed to the mat. “If you don’t take that unreasonably fucking huge—”

The tongue vanished.

And Aimee barely had time to whimper before she felt it—hard and thick, the head of him sliding between her thighs. He didn’t thrust, not yet. Just pressed forward, easing through the mess he’d already made of her.

“Empty night.” Stars sparked behind her eyelids. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

He didn’t move.

His fingers curled into the meat of her thighs, firm enough to make her yelp.

Then—