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It was a nightmare.

She was mine, yet I pulled out Xerxes’s cock and nodded to the men to bring her over like we’d planned.

I cracked the whip and roared, but sent images of love and warmth to my snake on her skin.

Begged her to know what she meant to me, that this wasn’t at all how it seemed. Begged her to see the truth.

I touched her. Pleasured her.

Drowned in sweet cranberry wine as I screamed to the crowd and cracked the whip, still loath to do this to my kitten in front of all these people.

We’d waited so long to take her, wanting to make it special.

Do right by her.

This wasn’t right.

Her eyes gleamed with something, and the void bellowed at me to stop. That she was being pushed too far, that she was breaking before my eyes.

But it wasn’t tears.

Suddenly, Sadie spat on me.

Images of love and support flooded through my shadow snake.

She winked, “Do it. You won’t.” She mouthed as her lips curled in a devious smile, and her saliva dripped down my face.

Relief like nothing I’d ever felt flooded through me and continued down the golden string. Fucking sun god, she was so perfect. So fucking pure. So fucking rabid.

It wasn’t a nightmare.

This was a dream.

Chapter 41

Cobra

RUBY EYED DELIVERANCE

I screamed to the crowd, cracked the whip, and brought the club to a fever pitch, aware my jewels gleamed under the shadows.

The otherworldly beauty that had plagued me my entire life was now a fucking boon. Because my kitten was obsessed with me.

I could taste it on my lips when she’d spat on me.

The crowd was enthralled by me.

But all I cared about was one woman.

I nodded at Jax as he smirked back, pushing Kitten down Xerxes’s cock, her head flung back in ecstasy.

Ascher knelt, spreading his legs impossibly wide behind Sadie so he was kneeling in a split, in the perfect position to nudge himself into her tight hole.

Kitten’s eyes glazed in euphoria as she trembled, speared atop Xerxes. He didn’t move, content to just lie there and watch as she flung her head back and purred.

From the expression of rapture on his face as he stared at her, he was as far gone as I was.

She was his savior.

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