Page 93 of Entranced By the Basilisks

“I do too. You see, Jasper likes a little pain with his pleasure, so he’ll enjoy taking the bites from your serpents, or from you should you want to give them to him. Shall I demonstrate for you?”

My skin burns at his taunts and Jasper’s cheeks are still red, but his expression is one of anticipation.

“Please,” I breathe.

Ari grins and gestures to Jasper who walks to us. Ari wraps his other arm around Jasper’s waist and brings us tight against his body.

Jasper’s thigh presses against mine and I bite my lip at the tension in the room.

“You can control the amount of venom you inject by the depth of the bite,” Ari starts to explain. “That may not be something you can change with your serpents. Check your mouth. You may have some hidden fangs or venom sacks now.”

I cough a laugh but do what he says. “I’d think I’d notice that.”

I press into my gums where I’ve seen Ari and Jasper’s fangs extend but feel nothing. “I don’t feel anything.”

I feel a little disappointed.

I’ve never had a thing for biting. Sure, I’ve bitten boyfriends playfully, but not until this moment has the idea of gripping my teeth in Jasper’s skin made me horny. My breaths are shallow and the dark look in Ari’s eyes tells me that he somehow knows how affected I am by all of this.

Get it together, Emilia. We’re trying to become normal again, not be disappointed that you can’t bite Jasper in the way he likes.

I shake my head and get back on the topic. Ari makes a thoughtful sound.

“Pity, you’d look gorgeous with a set of fangs. Fangs or not, Jasper won’t say no to your bite. Your serpents are dangerous enough to protect you, so we’ll focus on them.”

“Oh, thanks ever so much,” I say, my sarcasm heavy. “Weren’t you going to demonstrate?”

“Patience, sweet ember, patience.” Ari smiles, flashing his fangs. Jasper swallows and bears his throat to him.

I hold my breath as Ari’s arm tightens around my waist as he kisses up Jasper’s neck. I gasp when he strikes. He sinks teeth, upper fangs and previously hidden lower fangs into Jasper’s throat. Jasper’s body tenses and then relaxes with a deep, pleasure-filled moan.

I moan too, unable to help myself. When Ari releases the hold of his mouth on Jasper he smiles knowingly before kissing me. It’s a kiss that’s too tame to deal with the raging hunger they’ve inspired, but my lips tingle when he deepens it. The flavor on my tongue is bold, full of complex flavors of heady spice and smooth need.

Ari breaks the kiss. “See? It doesn’t hurt him.”

Jasper blinks heavy eyelids and there’s a dazed look on his face. His lips are parted slightly and ready to be ravished. The bite on this neck isn’t a messy one. There are four neat holes in the skin and drops of blood and clear venom well from the bite.

“Now the way to heal a bite,” Ari says. “Is to push that heat of your magic into the location.” Ari releases the hold he has on my waist and brings my hand up to the bite. Jasper’s skin is warmer to the touch than usual. His skin is still damp from Ari’s mouth, but Ari presses my hand there with no consideration for germs or open wounds, which does make sense since I’m supposed to heal it.

Jasper’s throat moves on an inhale and the room stills, waiting for me. Ari’s larger hand keeps my hand over the bite and his presence beside me shouldn’t be as distracting as it is, but I focus on calling up the churning power in my chest and try doing as Ari instructs. I push the heat to the breaks in the skin and goose bumps break out over my arms at the transfer of my power.

Jasper sucks in a breath and bites his lip, trying to keep from making a noise. I try to pull my hand away, but Ari doesn’t let it go.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask.

“No.” Jasper’s answer is hoarse. His next words slur a little. “Feels so good.”

Now Ari lets my hand drop. The small amount of blood smears, but the skin of Jasper’s white throat is flushed and unbroken. The bite is gone.

“Good! You used more than you needed though, but I’m sure Jasper doesn’t mind.”

Jasper looks a little drugged at the experience. His gaze is hazy and Ari’s arm around him looks to be all that’s keeping him upright.

“What does pouring too much do to him?” I ask.

“Feels fuzzy,” Jasper says. “I like when you touch me.”

It’s hard to keep a straight face at Jasper’s floaty tone and Ari doesn’t resist grinning.

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