Chapter 213: Missed His D... Not Him

All his life, Venus had been told that no human could handle a serpent. That given the choice, humans would always prefer wolves, dragons, or practically any other beast before willingly mating with one of his kind. To humans, serpents were cold, venomous creatures better feared from a distance than welcomed into their beds.

But that belief had clearly never accounted for Brittney.

Or perhaps she was simply the anomaly.

The sting of her palm across his ass still lingered, sharp and unexpected, and Venus’s head snapped up in surprise, his eyes finding hers.

Brittney merely looked at him innocently. “What?”

A broad smile slowly spread across Venus’s face. She really didn’t care that he was a serpent. There was no hesitation in the way she touched him, no instinctive revulsion or trace of the caution humans had been taught to show his kind. Here she was with her legs wrapped around his waist, looking quite pleased with herself after smacking his ass.

To Brittney, he was simply Venus Crotalus.

And fuck, he had never wanted a female this badly.

His smile turned dangerous.

“Let’s see how long you can keep that look on your face.”

Brittney’s innocent expression immediately became a smirk. “Is that a threat, Serpent Boy?”

“I don’t make threats. I simply deliver.”

A shiver swept across Brittney’s skin at the look in his eyes.

Her pulse jumped. Good. She’d been hoping he would.

Brittney didn’t need any man treating her like some fragile little thing who might break if he handled her too roughly. She had never been ashamed of wanting sex, nor had she ever pretended otherwise for the sake of appearing proper. When she wanted something, she owned that desire and went after it.

And right now, she wanted Venus Crotalus.

With her skirt already bunched around her waist, Venus tugged her underwear down her legs, and Brittney had to unwrap herself from around him to step out of it. The moment it was gone, he hoisted her back against the oak, her legs locking around his waist again.

She was wet and ready for him. Venus could smell her arousal everywhere, the scent saturating the air and flooding his heightened senses until it nearly drove him mad with need.

Thank fuck they were outside. Because right now, he had no intention of holding back.

“Come on….” Brittney’s voice was breathy now. “Fuck me already.”

Venus didn’t rush. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by deliberate inch, wanting her to feel every bit of him on the way.

Brittney’s breath caught, a low moan slipping free as he filled her. The stretch was familiar, her body remembering exactly how he felt even as it adjusted all over again to his size. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, and the sensation of being this full again had her head falling back against the bark.

Heavens above. It felt so good.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him further in. Venus didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her, pausing there to feel her pulse around him.

Brittney’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her inner walls fluttering around him in small, involuntary pulses that drew a low groan from his throat.

“I miss being inside of you. I swear I could die in here,” Venus said, following it with an experimental drag of his hips that had her mewling.

When Brittney recovered enough, she leaned toward his ear, voice rough. “Well don’t die yet, I like your dick a little too much to start mourning for the loss.”

Venus chuckled, not even offended she missed his dick and not him.

“Fine, for the sake of my dick, I’ll stay alive.”

“Good.” Brittney clasped his face. “Now shut up and move, serpent boy.” Though the command came out shakier than she intended.

“Shut up and move?” Venus’s voice dropped low, the humor in it thinning out. “That’s what you want, my lady?”

“Yes, that’s what I…”

The rest of the sentence died in her throat, because he pulled almost all the way out and drove back in hard enough to rattle her against the oak.

Brittney’s head knocked back against the tree, and a sharp, wrecked “Fuck!” burst out of her before she could catch it.

“That’s for the smack.” He did it again, just as deep, and her fingers clawed at his jacket. “And that’s for the mouth.”

“You’re such an ass…” Her breath hitched on the next thrust. “God, don’t stop.”

“I can’t,” Venus confessed. “Not unless I want to die.”

He set a pace that left her no room to think or reason. Every snap of his hips shoved her up the trunk an inch before his hands dragged her back down onto him, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet between the trees.

The bark scraped her back raw through the halter top, but she didn’t care. Her thighs burned from gripping him, and the thick, hot drag of him hit so deep inside her that her toes curled inside her boots.

“Look at you,” Venus panted against her cheek. “Skirt around your waist, back against a tree, taking me like you were made for it.”

Brittney grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up to hers, her own voice shredded. “Maybe you should stop talking and make me come, Serpent Boy, before somebody walks in on a snake getting beaten by a human.”

Venus’s laugh came out as a growl. “Beaten?”

He shifted his grip, hooked one arm under her knee, and pushed her leg higher against the trunk. The new angle sent him so deep that Brittney’s mouth fell open on a silent cry. Then it came out all at once, loud and ugly and utterly unladylike.

“Oh, fuck, Venus, right there, right fucking there…”

“Louder,” he rasped, hips punching up into her. “Let them hear who you belong to tonight.”

“I don’t belong to…” Another thrust cut her off, and her nails raked down his neck. “Fuck, okay, okay, I belong to your dick, just don’t you dare stop.”

He bit back a groan and obeyed. His thrusts grew rougher, less rhythm and more hunger, and he buried his face against the side of her neck. His lips brushed the marks his fangs had left, and Brittney felt the cool tips of those same fangs graze her skin. She went rigid.

“Don’t you dare,” she gasped.

“I won’t.” His voice was strained, almost pained. “I’m not going to bite you, I swear. Just let me…”

He closed his mouth over the marks and sucked, slow and hard. The sensation shot straight through Brittney, and the tension in her belly tightened until she could barely breathe.

“Venus, I’m going to…” Her voice cracked. “Oh shit, oh fuck, I’m going to come, I’m…”

“Then come.” He slid a hand between them, his thumb finding her clit, and pressed down in a firm circle. “Come on me, Brittney.”

And she did, breaking apart with a scream she barely managed to muffle against his shoulder. Her whole body clenched around him in violent waves, her heels digging into his back, her hips jerking helplessly against his hand.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Venus!”

He kept moving, dragging every last spasm out of her while she shuddered and swore into his jacket. Her walls gripped him so tightly that his rhythm shattered.

Venus slammed into her twice more, deep and graceless, then pressed his forehead hard to the trunk beside her head, and a rough, broken sound tore out of his chest as he spilled inside her.