Page 38 of Bitten By the Basilisk

But not yet. Now was not the moment to reveal his darkest desire. She needed to spend more time with him first. He needed to strengthen their bond and her trust in him.

And he hoped it would be enough.

Having tamed his instincts—for now—Silas released a long, deep growl that, before, he’d only ever made in his shifted form, the sound echoing like rolling thunder. Slowly, he took his hand from her waist, grasped the base of his shaft, and lined it up with her slick and ready hole. Heat poured from her body, especially where the buzzing tip of his cock lay notched at the rim of her entrance.

“Yes, what?” he prompted, his voice guttural.

Alice stared at him, panting, her eyes half-lidded and struggling to focus. Her jaw worked a short moment before she could speak, the words breathless and needy. “Y-yes, I’ll go on a-another date with you.”

“Tomorrow night,” he told her, squeezing her wrist.

Her nod was slight, her expression softening. “Yes. Tomorrow night.”

He pulled in a deep breath, the air lightly hissing through his clenched teeth, then pressed his hips forward, returning his other hand to her waist and holding her steady as he stretched her pussy around his vibrating cock.

Their moans echoed, hers high and breathy, his loud and deep. Her sex was so tight that he had to release her arm and hold her waist in both hands to pull her fully onto his shaft. After allowing her a brief moment to adjust to his size—and for him to claw back his impending release—he began fucking her, starting with a few firm thrusts.

“That’s right,” he rasped. “You haven’t had enough yet. You need more.”

“Yes. Yes,” she panted, her head bowed as she concentrated on her pleasure.

Unfortunately, that didn’t work for him. “Keep your head up, kitten. Show me that beautiful face.”

She slowly pulled her head back. Her cheeks were twin pools of pink, her dark eyes barely open, her lips parted. Loose tendrils of her hair dangled around her face. Lower in the reflection, her breasts swayed every time his hips jolted her forward. Her hands gripped the edge of the rim tightly enough to turn her knuckles white.

“Stunning,” he declared in a low, strained voice.

If he had his tail, he could have used it to ensure her legs stayed open without any effort from her, and offered her a more comfortable surface to bend over. For now, his hold on her waist and hips kept her ass tilted up and her movement minimal—less so once he was slapping his hips against her, curving his spine to tap that special spot inside her.

Her cries of pleasure grew in volume. Her flesh in his hands remained tense, her body straining as she chased her climax. He looked down at where they were joined, watched her entrance roll up and down his pumping shaft. And slightly above it…

He held her waist as steadily as he could in one hand, freeing up the other to brush his thumb over the dark-pink sphincter of her heart-shaped ass.

Alice gasped. Without moving his bent head, he lifted his gaze to meet hers in the mirror. He wouldn’t say she looked horrified, but definitely uncertain.

“Ever played back here, kitten?”

“A…a little,” she said with a shy wince.

Of course you have, my mate.

“You use your fingers?”

She nodded. In between ragged breaths, she added, “And a…a dildo.”

He strove not to imagine her playing with her asshole, knowing it would make him come instantly. He was already teetering on the edge, which was rapidly crumbling beneath him, the pressure in his groin and in his balls demanding to be released.

His next question would be dangerous—a test of his control, regardless of her answer. As he asked it, he couldn’t help pressing his thumb against her asshole. “Ever taken a real cock?”

She pressed her lips together, dampening the sound of her constant moans, her eyes squeezing shut. She shook her head, emphasizing her answer with a shaky no.

A guttural groan reverberated in his chest as he increased his pace. Without conscious thought, he spit on her asshole and began rubbing the tight rim with his thumb. Her mouth opened on a sharp gasp.

“Let mine be the first,” he rasped. The only, he said to himself. “Let me bring you back here again. I’ll make it so good for you, kitten.”

A high, desperate moan burst from her throat as her pussy squeezed him tight. Each thrust was like pushing into a hot, slippery vise, and every time he pulled back for another, her snug little channel fought to keep him inside.

She said something then, the words eking from her tight throat. “It’s…a date.” But for the space of a few thunderous heartbeats, he couldn’t parse her statement, too focused on holding back his imminent climax.