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His gloating smile is audible.“Just the way I like her.”

Chapter 24

Aurelia

It’s dark in the room, as if they think they can stifle my heat with the lack of light. But I am an eagle. A desperately horny eagle, and there is nothing on my mind except the delicious finger that twirls around my hot, aching, swollen clit.

I tell the room exactly that. I need them to know. I need everyone to know how hot and awful I feel without a cock inside of me. How desire can turn into sheer torture.

One part of me knows I’m being ridiculous writhing and sulking. That it’s just the drugs they’ve darted me with. But I like it. It’s a relief that I get to be the ridiculous one for a change.

A sharp knock on the door outside tells me someone is here, and the regina in me knows exactly who it is: a mate come to fuck me. To fill me with so much cum, I’m like a cum balloon.

“Yes,” I nod, shaking my bars and baring my teeth as Xander heads to the door to open it. I watch his movements with acute precision.

He is stressed. He is horny. These things are very good for my aching pussy.

Ghoul saunters through the door, a little bag in hand. My eyes slide to the bathroom door, making sure it’s closed.Immediately I hide Eugene under one of my bubble shields of invisibility.

That’s the last thought I have about the rooster.

“You look tasty,” I hiss. “Come and play with me.”

“Oh, she is delightful like this,” the basilisk says, flashing his fangs. “What the fuck have I missed?”

I run my tongue around my lips. “Get your cock out. Take advantage of me,” I urge. “If you give me both cocks, I’ll take them. Cross my heart.” I make a little X over my right breast.

But neither of them obey.

Instead, they look at each other and something passes between them. Xander lights up a joint. With his telekinesis, he pulls the heavy drapes shut with aswoosh.

Now there’s nothing but the cherry glow of the cigarette butt, Xander’s white orbs and Ghoul’s red pupils.

“Give me some of that,” Ghoul says, holding his hand out. Xander passes it to him with a grim expression, and Ghoul takes a long drag of the dragon-strength weed.

Holy shit. My mouth drops open, my pussy drips under me. Ghoul exhales smoke into the air and passes the joint back. Watching the two monsters share a joint, their eyes on me and the air hazy with smoke makes goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

Ghoul strides right up to my cage and crouches to level me with a red laser beam look. “I want to taste your venom,” he says. “You’ll give me some.”

Oh, he’s taking full advantage.

“I want to see your face,” I breathe, awestruck.

“Give me what I want first, pretty snakelet.”

Because I have no willpower, I pout for a brief moment before opening my mouth and shifting my teeth. Fangs grow against my upper palate and I extend them out with a hiss.

“Good girl,” Ghoul whispers, taking off a glove and reaching for my face. His cool fingers squeeze my cheeks together. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”

I open my mouth wider and allow a drop of venom to fall from both fangs. Ghoul watches transfixed, his lips parted, his own fangs drawn in arousal. His mouth rushes towards mine and he sucks on my right fang, scraping his tongue across it.

I suck in a shocked, aroused breath.

“More.” His voice is haggard as he swings open the cage door and grabs me out of it. I put my hands on his shoulders and he lifts me up, using his arms as a seat for my ass.

Smoke billows from behind him as he licks his lips. “More.”

I open my mouth and slant it over his, letting the milky fluid of my venom stream freely downward.

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