Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk

Leo laughed. “Please. Call me Leo.” “Call me Gabriel.” “I certainly shall.” “What’s with the hardware?” Gabriel pointed at Leo’s mouth, where his gold teeth glinted in the dim light of the bar. Tem elbowed Gabriel. But Leo only smiled wider, showing the full extent of the metal. “They’re traditional,” Leo answered. “The men in…

Tem would never forget the way he’d looked at her last night-like she’d torn his heart straight from his chest. She hadn’t known she was capable of making a man look at her like that. Now she held two men in the palms of her hands. Tem looked down at the sprinkle of freckles scattered…

“He fought with his father?” “He did indeed.” A chill rushed through Tem. It was because of her. It had to be. There was no other possible explanation as to why Leo hadn’t proceeded with the elimination. “Well, what happened?” Gabriel was drinking his mead with the same arm that was around Tem’s shoulders. She…

Leo’s eyes were already on her as she ascended the steps, and Tem couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he angry? Or simply sad, as Gabriel had said? The crowd was getting loud again; it seemed they couldn’t stay calm for more than a few minutes at a time. Unlimited mead tended…

“Can’t I just marry you?” “Please, Tem. I’m swimming in stable boys.” Tem sighed. “Although,” he said musingly. “You might try fucking in a carriage sometime. Roomy.” Tem rolled her eyes. Then she looked at Gabriel. He was drunk, and so was she, and for some reason, all she wanted was to tell him everything…

He shook his head. “I do not want you here alone.” Tem had no rebuttal for that. After what happened with Rowe earlier, she could hardly argue she’d be safe. “What will happen at the meeting?” she asked. Caspen cupped her hip with his hand. Despite telling her she should leave, he didn’t seem eager…

Tem stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Caspen met her lips with his, pulling her into his arms with monstrous strength. The kiss was everything she needed and more. It was confirmation that the risks they were taking were worth it-that they would always choose each other despite everything standing in their way. The…

Suddenly, Caspen’s fingers joined hers. The angle of his cock changed as he leaned down over her, cupping her hands with his and pushing them both deeper. Tem relinquished control, letting him guide her, letting him pump their fingers in and out together. But soon, even that wasn’t enough. Caspen’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling…

Caspen didn’t hesitate. “I am undone by you,” he said. “I crave your scent, your skin, your voice. I think about you all the time, to the point of destruction. You are unbearably overwhelming. I cannot resist you no matter how hard I try.” To hear Caspen describe her in the exact way she felt…

“Think of it as taking, not as giving.” “I don’t understand,” Tem said. “The crest is a way to extract power from a human. When you climax, the basilisk who crested you becomes stronger. Rowe wishes to draw power from you.” “Can’t he crest anybody? Why me?” “He can.” Anger crept into Caspen’s voice. “But…