Page 39 of The Vipers' Vow

He takes out his phone and types fast. Later, I’ll break into your room. Imagine how hot that will be.

I do imagine, but it will also be very dangerous. I might not be a wuss, but I’m nowhere near the adrenaline junkie Zane is.

“If my dad finds you in my room, he’ll kill you.”

But Zane writes again. I read his words and burst out laughing.

What a way to go.

I press against him and enjoy hugging him for a moment, relishing the solidity of his chest, and his warmth and scent. But he’s still big and hard against me, and I get the overwhelming need to feel him in my hand, to see him come. I want to make him lose control, and the idea is suddenly insanely hot to me.

Glancing around again, I pull at his zipper. He takes hold of my wrist, shaking his head again, but I don’t stop.

“You can still come to my room later, if you want. If you have a death wish, who am I to stop you? But right now, I need to see you and feel you.”

He stiffens but doesn’t move to stop me this time.

I pull his massive cock out of his jeans, and he lets out a long, quiet rush of breath.

He’s already leaking at the tip, and his skin is the deepest red I’ve ever seen it. The piercing at the head catches a glint of low sunlight. Holy crap, Zane is turned on! I mean, really turned on.

Maybe he likes the danger even more than I thought, or perhaps it's because it's been a while since we did anything like this. A part of me feels guilty as I think about Lex held captive by a madman. Or Saint back at the college worrying about his twin. But right now, I can't do anything about either of those things. I can take care of this man in front of me, however. This big, silent, scarred man, I'm beginning to realize, is not the cold and hard person I'd thought at the very start.

“I love your cock,” I purr. “I had no idea a man could be so big until I met you.”

I’ve been taking some tips from Saint’s dirty talking, though I don’t have it in me to be as derogatory.

Gently, I stroke Zane’s length once, twice, three times. He's already breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his muscles bunched with tension. He drops his gaze so it’s locked on where my fingers are wrapped around him.

“I love how, when you’re inside me, you stretch my pussy until I can’t take any more. It makes me feel so completely full.”

Zane’s breathing grows ragged and harsh. I lightly flick at his piercing, and his expression tenses with pleasure. Then I brush my thumb over the smooth head, gathering the precum with it and using it to lubricate him. He feels incredible in my grip—the skin so silky soft, while he’s like iron beneath. I swear he grows bigger with every stroke I give him, and I squeeze.

“Your cock is perfect, just like the rest of you.” My core clenches, and I press my thighs together, my pussy tingling and heating with arousal, and the damn plug in my ass just adds to the torture. “Just touching you makes my pussy so wet, and your piercing is so fucking hot.”

This isn’t about me, though.

He grabs my shoulder, his beautiful green eyes flicking to mine. They widen with surprise, the amber ring around the pupil darkening a shade, and he gasps as his hips jerk. Hot, milky cum spurts all over my fingers. I've barely touched him, and he is coming like crazy. It's one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

These feral men have made me lose control on a regular basis. They actually seem to revel in it and do all they can to make it happen. Suddenly, in this moment, I'm the one with the power. I'm the one that is making this intense man lose all control. And I did it so fast, too. It's the most powerful I’ve felt in a very long time, and he might not realize it, but in this moment, Zane has given me a gift.

He's panting heavily, his massive shoulders rising and falling, his eyes clamped shut as his climax jolts through him. I squeeze his cock as a final, thick dribble of cum trickles out of the wide slit over my finger. His eyes slowly flicker open, and he stares at me in wonder, as though he can’t believe I just made him do that.

He finally comes down from the high and shakes his head.

Then he mouths,sorry.

Sorry. What is he sorry for? I shake my head in return, realizing he thinks I’m upset at him for coming so fast.

“Zane, I swear to God, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” I say truthfully. “I will think about it for years.”

He puts himself away quickly, and I pick up a handful of leaves and wipe my hand, laughing. “I’m thinking you needed that?”

He flushes a little, and I feel bad. I don’t want to embarrass him. “Seriously, Zane, so hot,” I say again.

He takes out his phone.You drive me crazy. No one has ever affected me this way.Then he types some more. I’m still coming to your room later.

I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation of what that might mean. A good time for sure, but a dangerous one. It’s possible my dad will even station someone outside my room to keep an eye on me and prevent Zane from doing exactly what he plans. We’ll definitely need to be careful.

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