Page 69 of The Vipers and Their Venom

“He says you’re pretty,” I translate.

Another word. I frown, not sure what he means. He repeats the sign, and Saint laughs. “Yes, she is that. He says you’re brave, stupidly so.”

She shoves at his massive chest, but he starts to kiss her breasts, gently at first but then harder, until he’s sucking her nipples until they’re long and red. Her struggles have turned to moans, and when her fingers wind in his hair, I know she’s going to give in to us.

I get a jab of envy because she has a connection with Zane. I shouldn’t begrudge him it; he’s so isolated in many ways. But I do because I want her to belong to us all, not to him the most.

He rubs the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, and she gasps.

“Can we try this again?” I ask.

Zane glances over his shoulder at me, and then looks to Vani. She bites her lower lip and blinks back tears, but then nods.

I have to hold off from punching the fucking air to rejoice.

Maybe this is a bad idea, but it feels like we’re all in too deep now. We’re knotted together by the secrets that bind us, and with every second that passes, I wonder if any of us will break free without someone getting hurt.

Zane slips back behind her again, so we’re in the same position we were to start with, and I push my way between her legs, parting her thighs again. I spy a tiny spot of blood on the inside of her thigh, and a vicious possessiveness roars through me. I did that. Whatever she and Zane have, I’ll always be her first now.

I realize I want to finish the job, so I bend down and lick her clit. Her legs flail, and she cries out.

“God, I love the noises you make,” Saint says, his voice gruff.

I half expect her to tell him to turn around again, but she doesn’t.

“If I take it real slow this time, now that I know the truth, can I finish fucking you, Venom? I’ll make it good.” I suck on her clit after I finish asking her, laving my tongue over the swollen, hard nub.

She moans something incoherent, and I take it as a yes. I line myself up again, and this time when I sink into her, I do so with incredible care.

I treat her like she’s my porcelain doll, beautiful but oh-so-breakable.

As I sink in, I make sure to pet her clit, so she gets off on it, too. It should help ease the pain. “You’re so fucking perfect, Venom,” I praise her. “You’re taking me so well.”

When I’m balls deep, I start to pull out and push back in with slow, soft movements.

“Play harder with those gorgeous nipples,” I order Zane. “She loves having them tugged.”

It works because her pussy spasms around me.

“Do that again,” I grunt.

He keeps doing whatever magic it is, and her pussy flutters around me over and over. “What a good girl you’re being,” I growl in her ear. “Your pussy is so wet for me.”

She lets out a whimper in response.

I do my best to hold myself back, gritting my teeth, but fuck, she feels incredible. Even more incredible is knowing I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her. I’m the only man who’s ever made her feel like this.

“Oh, God, shit, please, no, yes, fuck,” she wails, literally wails.

Her body bucks and shudders beneath me, and she squeezes her eyes tightly shut. She clings to me as our bodies move together.

The moment her pussy contracts around my cock, I explode. I come, filling her with my seed, and bathing her in my DNA. For a fucked-up moment, I find myself wishing I could get her pregnant. She’d be even more luscious all swollen with a baby.

When I pull out of her, I see the tiny spots of more fresh blood.

“I want to come on you,” Saint says. “Can I?”

I’m surprised he’s asking, but maybe he realizes things have taken a dark turn here in this cabin.

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