Page 70 of Entranced By the Basilisks

What the hell is going on with my libido?

“Fuck me, you smell like such a treat, my spark,” Ari says.

I squeak and press my thighs together harder. “You cannot smell me.”

Jasper glances back at me, his mouth curving into a smile and the passing streetlights illuminating his odd-colored eyes. “We have enhanced senses, temptation.”

My cheeks burn. Well, shit. Why did my body have to stage a revolt now?

Ari swerves the car to the side of the street.

“Ari!” I yelp. I may be horny as hell, but I refuse to have a threesome in the back seat of a car.

Ari grabs Jasper by his hair and pulls him into a kiss that borders on violent. My cheeks heat when Jasper groans helplessly. Ari breaks the kiss. “Get back there and give her what she needs while I drive.”

There’s a throb of power with his words and I bite my lip breathlessly.

“I don’t want to have sex in the back seat.” My body doesn’t match my conviction. My skin is too tight and begs that I peel my dress off.

Ari laughs. “There are many things open to us other than sex. Would you say no to foreplay?”

My brain fizzles a little. Foreplay in the back seat… I can live with that.

Jasper moves quickly and when the back door opens, I moan in anticipation. He slides in, hair and shirt wet from the rain.

“Jasper,” I whisper, my hands tangling in his sopping hair. Droplets of water hit my heated skin.

“No fucking,” Ari says, and unlike my tone when I’d said the same thing, his hits with authority. He pulls the car back into traffic. “I’d never be able to live with the jealousy.”

“What do you want, Emilia?” Jasper touches my face.

“You,” I say.

I’m sofuckinghorny. I’ve been teased by their presence fordays.

Jasper’s eyes light with intensity at that, but I don’t get more time to analyze them because he kisses me in the next breath.

“Tell me how wet she is, my viper,” Ari calls from the front.

“You’re just going to let him order you around?” I ask when Jasper breaks our kiss, not knowing what answer I want.

Jasper’s grin is sharp. “When it’s something I want just as desperately? Yes. I like him telling me what to do. Wouldn’t you?”

I whimper as his hand slides up my thighs, under my dress.

“So soft,” he says, nipping my neck and licking lower to where the swells of my breasts rise over my dress.

I moan at the heated slide of his tongue tasting my skin.

“Other times, I make him make me. It’s more fun sometimes to fight back,” Jasper muses and winks.

I pull my dress down impatiently and Jasper growls as my nipples pop from the tight garment. He sucks one into his mouth and I moan.

“You haven’t told me how wet she is,” Ari says, interrupting Jasper’s devouring mouth.

I lift my hips and Jasper’s hands fist around my panties before tearing them from me.

Holy fucking Christ. I’m going to die in this back seat.

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