Page 96 of Entranced By the Basilisks

Jasper growls in annoyance but breaks off the sound to kiss me. His lips don’t feel tipsy. They’re hard and demanding against mine. His flavor is different from Ari’s but creates the same sort of yearning. He wraps his arms around me and breaks us away from Ari, carrying me toward the pillows in the corner of the training room. It’s become a habit to takebreaksfrom training here.

“I’m not too loopy, but feel free to refuse. We’ll just get started without you,” he says.

Ari’s eyes narrow.

“You’ve done it now,” I whisper, but Ari strolls toward where we sprawl, Jasper’s long body on top of mine. The grace of his movements is an aphrodisiac that Jasper doesn’t need. Jasper kisses up my neck, scraping teeth against skin and reminding me what lesson we were working on with raw shivers.

“Bite her,” Ari says.

Jasper stills as if waiting for me to object, but I whimper, needing the sensation. “Please—”

My voice breaks into a gasp as Jasper bites me. The fangs are clear this time as they sink into the skin between my shoulder and neck. There’s no pain, but the burn of his venom tingles. The snakes hiss and my neck arches as tension pulls at my scalp.

Jasper moans against my skin and I realize that he’s gripping the serpents on my head, grasping them how he would hair and they’ve coiled around his arm, sinking fangs in deep.

Jasper releases my neck. “Fuuuck. Those bites feel amazing.”

I pant and squirm under his body, needing to grind against him. Ari’s voice doesn’t break into our heated play but adds to it. Layers of silk and temptation with the lulling of his words.

“You want her between us, my viper?” Ari asks, his tone magnanimous. He’s giving Jasper his request—me—like a king would bestow to his subjects.

“Yes,” Jasper says.

“Then make her ready to take the both of us.”

The meaning of his words penetrates the haze of need and I freeze. Jasper rolls us until I straddle him. His eyes have a teasing light in them.

“Do you want to stop? You talked a brave game, but I understand if both of us at the same time are too much to handle.” His voice lowers and is tinged with suggestion. “Ari is a lot to handle anyway.”

“No,” I squeak. They’ve teased the idea of double penetration before. Ari has even slid his dexterous cock between my ass cheeks before as he’s held me for Jasper’s claiming. I’ve done anal a couple of times years ago, but the wet slide of him against my asshole had been a revelation.

Every experience with Ari and Jasper is an epiphany of sensation.

Now as Jasper pulls off my clothes item by item, I wonder if I should bow out to nerves.

“Such a brave Chosen,” Ari murmurs behind me and my skin burns with the praise. “Willing to let us claim her body just to give you what you want, Jasper. Isn’t she a treasure?”

“A prize that I don’t know how I won,” Jasper rasps. Much more sober than he was a moment ago.

“A blessing,” Ari whispers in my ear. His bare chest presses against the skin of my back as he lifts me away from Jasper enough for him to kick off his clothing. I moan at the sight of Jasper’s thick erection bobbing between my hovering thighs when he succeeds in disrobing.

A scattering of scales covers Jasper’s torso, but his cock is still the same shape as it had been before.

“You did that to him,” Ari whispers into my ear, the words hot and curling. “You’ve given him his second skin. I don’t know how or what this means, but you’ve done something I’ve never dreamed possible.”

Ari sets me back to straddling Jasper and his scale-covered hand runs up Jasper’s chest. The ruby red of his coloring contrasts with the iridescence of Jasper’s. There’s a glow of something odd in my chest. Pride.

The slide of Ari’s extruded cock against my ass crack distracts me from the feeling and I sigh at the pure sensation of it.

Jasper’s fingers—wet from Ari’s lubrication—massage against the tight ring of muscle of my ass. I moan, my pussy feeling empty with the stimulation of my ass. The tip of Jasper’s finger enters me, and I freeze, my eyes widening at how intense his tiny digit feels.

“Uh—is there lube?” I ask, wanting to relax into sensations, but faltering on the enormity of the task before me.

Both the men freeze at the question. Jasper huffs a laugh first. “We usually don’t use any because Ari is self-lubricating.”

And Ari is usually the one fucking people’s asses.

“I’m going to need more than that. It’s been a while for me since I’ve done anything like this,” I say.

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