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“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered, the tip of his lower cock pressing against the rose bud on my tight hole, teasing me.
No fucking way. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk or even sit after this, but if Zayn had to carry me everywhere for the next few days, then so be it. “Don’t stop.”
Zayn leaned forward and grazed my neck ever so slightly with his fangs again before kissing the skin there. Fresh desire spiked through me and I mewled, needing more of him inside me. I didn’t even recognize the needy sound as my own.
This venom of his needed to be bottled and marketed. It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac effects; it also made me feel as if Zayn and I were one. Connected. Bonded. It relaxed without numbing me and enhanced all the good feelings while also diminishing pain.
Not wanting to keep me waiting, Zayn moved, rocking our bodies so that every movement got him seated more deeply in my body. There was a momentary pinch of pain, but then he rubbed my clit, and the pain blossomed into intense pleasure. Once again, I was fuller than I’d ever been.
The sensation rushed through me like two rivers pushing against a single dam. The pressure built, everything tightening within me until the dam finally burst under the relentless pressure, and the wave surged forth, unstoppable in its devastation. I screamed, spasming around the two rock-hard cocks invading my body.
I clawed at Zayn’s bicep, worried that if I didn’t hold on to something, anything, I’d be washed away by the tsunami and lost forever.
His voice pierced through the fog. “I’ve got you, Kitten. I’ll take care of you.”
The last word ended in a snarl as he emptied into me.
Chapter 22
Sybil
“You’vegotalittlesomething in your hair,” I said, gesturing at the long strands of vegetation Zayn had brought in from the pond.
I really needed to fix that pond up. It had been a lot clearer and cleaner when I was younger. I’d played in it myself then, but I wouldn’t swim in it now. Great Granny Syl must have stopped looking after it near the end of her life.
Zayn Serpent didn’t seem to mind the overgrown vegetation, though. He’d gone for a dip in the pond as his serpent today. I was glad he was making an effort to spend time in all his different forms. Still, I needed to get the algae problem fixed.
He leaned over to look at himself in the mirror on the wall. He frowned. “I’ll go have a real shower.”
“You know there’s an outdoor shower, right? At the back.” I plucked Salt and Pepper out of the donation bin where they were foraging hopefully. “Back into the cage, you two.” I didn’t trust them not to tear into the chocolate on the table if I left them alone.
Zayn met me around the back of the house.
“There, behind that fence.” I turned the water on for him and tossed his jeans over the porch railing, together with the towel I’d grabbed on the way out.
Moments later, a soaking wet but squeaky-clean Zayn stepped out from behind the fence, water droplets glistening on his perfect pecs. He dried himself off and pulled on his boxers, and I grinned as he rubbed the towel over his hair. The fact that it grew in black at the roots but faded to a silvery white at the tips made so much sense now that I’d seen his serpent. His iridescent scales were the same way.
The sudden sound of an approaching vehicle had us both frowning. No one should be coming down the driveway unless they had been invited. The turnoff from the main road was well hidden, and few would mistake it for anything but a private lane. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and from his face neither was Zayn.
Zayn tossed the towel over the railing and stalked around to the front, clad only in his boxers, and I followed. We got there just in time to see Nigel climbing out of his BMW, a scowl on his face as he took in the splash of mud on the side of his car. It had rained earlier, and there was a huge mud puddle halfway up the long driveway.
“Ugh! My car!”
Nigel turned to glare at me.
“You! You’re the one putting me and my car through all this.” He stomped toward me.
“Why are you even here, Nigel? And how the fuck did you find me? This address isn’t listed.”
As I spoke, Zayn neatly put his body between Nigel and me.
I peered around Zayn and saw that Nigel held something that looked like a compass in his hand, and I knew exactly what he’d done. How he’d gotten hold of something personal of mine to cast the finder spell I didn’t know; but I was damned sure he hadn’t cast it himself. He’d probably paid someone else to do it.
I stomped around Zayn and snatched the compass out of Nigel’s hand, resetting it with a simple touch. Now that the compass had led him to his destination, it would stop working. I danced out of the way as the asshat tried to grab me.
“Leave. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“You forget, witch,” Nigel said with a snide smile, “that you don’t have much of a choice unless you want to be locked up and behind bars. It would be a shame to ruin your oh-so-perfect reputation.”
