Page 30 of Snake Eyes & Bad Luck

And it wasn’t a spell.

It wasn’t more of her warlock parlor tricks. No fear nor charm, it was her. It was her eyes with pupils blown open wide. It was her puffy lips that were ajar, a hint of blue from the cold. It was her hands moving to cup the back of his head.

Callum was surprised when she kissed him. If he’d been in her position, he wouldn’t have, he’d have choked his attacker. He would have found a way to dig his fingers into their eyes or tried to drown them back. It threw him so far off balance that her lips crashed onto his that his eyebrows shot up into his hair. He was frozen in place, his lips betraying him as they chased her mouth.

See, Cottonmouth was who chased her out of that house. Ready to bury his blades in her belly for rebelling, Cottonmouth was the one angry at her.

Callum was who kissed her back. Callum was the hungry one pressing her into that slimy, rotten dock post. And it was Callum’s cocks that surged forward, desperate to be buried in her.

He slapped one of the hands he had around her around his waist, desperate to be free of his belts so that he could be against her. She raked her fingers up the back of his shirt. Avelina drew that damp, worn cotton off him much the same way he did hers, leaving them floating in its remains. His belts clattered across the top of the dock with heavy, metallic thumps. Their bellies pressed together and the thighs at his waist squeezed him tight.

Callum groaned into her mouth as her lips spread open. Her tongue tempted him out to play. He grabbed her by both sides of the head, the loose tendrils of her hair falling between his fingers. She broke the kiss first, only able to pull back an inch to gulp down more air. “Is this what you wanted to do when you got your hands on me?”

His eyes narrowed on her cheeky grin. “If ya wanted to get laid the fuck out, little viper, all ya had to do was ask.”

“I didn’t want to get laid out. I wanted to be your equal,” she breathed heavy, reaching a hand between them. His mouth fell open as she grabbed ahold of his top cock, guiding it to her submerged curls. “You know, there’s this one scene…”

“In one of yer novels?” He growled hungrily, curling his tail around the bottom half of the post as an anchor.

“Where the pirate makes the lady he kidnapped walk the plank. He’s bluffing, thinking she’ll beg to be brought back in and regret mouthing off. She jumped off the plank, diving for the water, knowing if he lets her die that he won’t get the money he’s ransomed for her.”

“You sly bushviper,” he snickered, grinding against her. His tip brushed through her folds and he contemplated making her take both. She deserved a little pain with her pleasure, and she’d like it so much until afterwards, she’d regret her decision to play him like a fiddle. “Lemme guess, he dives in after her.”

“He does,” she panted.

“Tell me they fuck against the side of the boat.” He reached around her voluptuous backside to press a finger to her ass. Her eyes fluttered for a second. Despite the cold rain and bitter wind, her cheeks turned into blistered tomatoes. He pressed deeper into her, the lake water making it easier. Not as good as lube…but I want it to hurt a little. This was a punishment, after all.

“Much to the annoyance of his crew,” she giggled, punch drunk and shivering.

“Good.” He thrust upward, sinking one of his cocks into her. She gasped, fingernails clawing at his shoulders again. “I’d hate to go off script.”

“Callum,” she choked on his name as he worked another finger into her tight ass while rutting in her cunt.

“Now, that little stunt makes so much more sense,” he laughed. Her walls clamped down around him. If he’d enjoyed that chase, then she got wet at the mere thought of it. Callum didn’t usually get hard over hunting down prey, but there he was, hard as steel and enjoying every second. He pressed his second tip to her backside. She slapped a surprised hand against his back but said nothing as he eased himself in. “Wicked, rotten thing you are, Darlin’. You played me good. But now you’ll get punished just like the wench in yer story book. Problem is, she’s fake, and the pain in yer sweet ass is going to be real.”

“Worth it,” she whimpered as he thrust in deeper.

“Ye say that now.” He nipped at her lips, happily chasing her mouth again. She kissed him back eagerly. What a terribly awful lady you are, Avelina Dalethorn. Callum would have to be smarter. She was clever. Too clever. He was honestly considering giving it to her. Letting her in on the plan, he could show her the ropes, so that she could have everything her heart desires. Funny, she fucked with his mind just as good as he fucked with hers, and it was impressive! He could never tell her, he’d have to rip out his own tongue. Or cut off her ears.

But Callum was impressed. His warlock was smug about it too. Grinning against his mouth as he used the waves in the lake to fuck her senselessly against that post. No smooth, shallow drag of his cock out then a sharp push in. It was nasty work, fucking her, and it took rapid thrusts that ran tingling sensations all along his tail. He pinned her against that post and didn’t give her an inch. Her thighs were trembling, heels slipping across his scales. Poor thing was on the verge of her own orgasm, and he was pretty sure it’d be intense. The way she clawed the skin off his shoulder blades made him moan.

Then her walls clamped down around him and he saw the stars. Constellations exploded into a million tiny rocks behind his eyes as he moaned against her mouth. Buried in her with both his cocks, he shuddered once before spilling. It was a dizzy carousel. The water lapping at his stinging cuts should have cleared him of it, but it only added to the sensations. Warm and cold, bliss and pain, he spun out of control as her body milked him for every last drop.

When he was spent, he broke their kiss, grabbing one of the many planks of the dock. With a grunt, he threw their tangled bodies up and onto it. She shivered, hard. Lips a mixture of red and blue, skin already paling to near translucence. They’d be lucky if she didn’t catch pneumonia for their little stunt.

Serves her right. And yet, he begrudgingly made a mental note of where the closest healer lived.

All of that didn’t knock the self-satisfied grin off her face. Even teeth chattering, nipples hard as diamond, and scrapes all over her thighs, she oozed smugness. “Admit it, you kinda like me.”

“I’d like ya better if ya didn’t test my fuckin’ patience,” he snarled, tail curling around her. His cocks were still buried in her, and he nearly lamented having to take them back. It was so warm being inside her. He liked soaking it up.

“No, you wouldn’t,” she teased.

He shouldn’t have, but he snickered, stealing another sloppy kiss from her. “Yer too clever for yer own good, anybody ever told you that?”

Her laugh was cut short by another clap of thunder. He grumbled, taking his cocks back, and pushed them up and off the dock. For good measure, he hoisted her off the slimey planks and tossed her over his shoulder. He carted her home like the claimed prey she was. Every time she squirmed, or yelped, or tried to get free, he’d land a firm palm on her steadily reddening backside.

Serves her right.