Page 115 of Evil Hearts

“We were just leaving.” I wave the fingers of my free hand then immediately grab Jericho, dragging him and the human men out through the back doors and into the alley.

I slam mine against the brick wall, pinning him about two feet from the ground as my mate lifts his plaything with his tail, flips him horizontally, then uses the talons on his wings to keep him in place.

“Dorian,” he grunts, those white eyes completely fixed on the man in his grasp. “Mon coeur serpent,I fear my control is slipping.”

No shit.

He’s eliminated almost all of his camouflage and exposed his wings. His claws are growing by the second, as are his fangs, and one more wrong word from either of these men, and Jericho will be bursting out of his suit just so he has his full range of motion while he kills them.

Unfortunately, that’s going to happen no matter what I do at this point, because we’re in a dark alley off of Commercial Street, which means Jericho can do as he pleases without drawing any attention to us. What I have to say won’t matter, not right now, especially when the trigger-happy asshat in my hand manages to egg him on despite the fact that I’m crushing his throat.

“You’re exactly what they say you are,” he says hoarsely. “Monsters. Scum. You should have been drowned at birth, all of you.”

Leaning in closely, I allow my own anger to win, that simple, hateful statement one that strikes a nerve for me while I whisper across his cheek. “The plague should have wiped out your kind, but it didn’t.” My tongue flicks out to the corner of his eye, carrying with it my deadly breath, and fatal venom. “So, we must do what the rats failed to do.”

I lean back and watch as the white of his eye goes red as the blood vessels burst in rapid succession, the veins spidering out from the lids lighting up in a bright green before it fades to almost black. My venom moves quickly through his system, the man fully aware of what’s happening but he’s now unable to speak, or blink, or move in any way. All he can do is watch me, watching him, while he burns from the inside out. I let him slide down the brick as his muscles atrophy while simultaneously twitching, my venom now hitting his nervous system, making this as painful as it possibly can be.

Letting my sunglasses slip down my face, I grin as it works, the man staring up at the sky, watching the clouds move across themoon while he dies. It always gives me such a thrill, knowing that I’m capable of something like this, that my body produces secretions so lethal that all it takes is a tiny pinpoint for them to kill.

I watch until the light leaves his eyes, completely lost to the death playing out before me as all of his exposed skin starts to blacken, as my venom finally stills within his veins.

What a rush.

“Jericho, honey, did you—”

Suddenly, I’m slammed up against the brick in front of me, my glasses falling to the ground as my face is turned, my scales scraping along the rough texture as fingers bury in my hair, and a massive body flattens against my back. My head spins a little, the endorphins from releasing my venom crashing into a quick burst of adrenaline-fueled fight or flight, one that intensifies when another hand quickly moves to my trousers, roughly ripping the buttons open, and I feel it cup my groin.

I hiss as I try to wiggle free, bracing my hands on the wall to try to push myself away, my head pulsing right along with both of my dicks as that grip tightens. Which is when the first flare of rational thought flashes in my mind.

I like this.

I like the way this feels, the forcefulness of my attacker, but the shock to my instincts while in the throes of murder still has fear starting to build in my stomach.

Especially when I feel sharp-tipped fingers part my slit, and immediately grip both of my cocks tightly.

Which means…

“Mon coeur serpent,” Jericho practically hums against the side of my neck. “You think I would allow anyone else to have you?” He pumps me only twice before I’m as hard as I can get, my mate holding firm while they push from my body into his palm. “No, not what is mine.”

Calming with each stroke of his hand, the endorphins rush me once again, the pointed heads leaking precum down the multiple rows of tiny tendrils, and smooth, sensitive skin along each shaft.

“Jericho,” I hiss, arching my back, pushing my ass against his erection like the needy mess I’m quickly becoming. “I… You… You—”

My trousers drop to the ground as he pops my ass further into the air, pulling it against his naked cock, that enormous appendage sliding between my cheeks a few times before his hand on my head disappears. His fingers circle the tips of my dicks, dragging more fluid all the way down to my slit, his warm fingers coating my asshole with something similar seconds before the thick, triangular head of his erection slips into that tight ring of muscle with ease.

I can feel my alpha’s hand sliding up and down his shaft, slowly pushing a little more inside of me with each stroke. He keeps going slowly at first, allowing my body to accept him as he continues working my dicks to the same rhythm, moving a little quicker with every inch I take.

“Fuck,” Jericho grunts as his hand flies to my hip, his nails biting into the scales while each one of his ridges sink deeper into my ass. “Dorian…”

I nod quickly and push back against him, taking his fat cock all the way to his knot, stretched out and fuller than I’ve ever been, the only way I’ve ever been with him, before he pulls almost all the way out. “Please, Jericho. Fuck me.” I look down at the corpse at my feet, the terror painted permanently on his face, and it sends heat licking low in my belly. “Take me here, fuck me right—oh!”

Jericho slams into me, his knot pressing against my asshole, his hand furiously working my dicks at the same brutal pace that he’s now fucking me.

Fast. Hard. Deep.

I can feel every ridge, every crack-like vein, every pulse of his cock as it pounds in and out, in and out. My face hits the brick again, and I welcome it. The bite of pain, the scrape on the thin scales of my cheek, the way it feels as though Jericho will pop the ones from my hip each time he buries his erection in my ass.

My mate grunts and groans, his hand leaving my hip to slam the wall next to my head, punching into it in front of my face, his beautiful body looming over me as I watch his fingers curl then dig into the brick.

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