Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk

“It is a gathering place,” Caspen said. “Think of it as a courtyard.” They continued walking ever downward, and Tem swore an hour passed before Caspen finally stopped them in front of a pair of double doors. He turned to her. “I want you to try to relax.” Tem rolled her eyes. Caspen always wanted…

Tem thought about how basilisks were so very different from humans and how she carried both traits within her. Adelaide’s beautiful face and blond hair flashed through her mind. “Are you…giving your body to another?” His mouth twitched. “There is no one else I want. My body and my heart belong to you.” That was…

A disbelieving murmur swept across the table. Surely, there had been talk of rebellion before, of reclaiming what the basilisks deemed to be rightfully theirs. But now that the king was the one sanctioning it, the proposition held legitimate weight. “And how shall we put them in their place?” Rowe asked. Bastian’s answer was simple….

“Tell me how the crest will benefit me.” The king considered her for a long moment, and the basilisks on both sides of the table shifted uneasily. Tem knew that everyone in this room wanted the royals gone. They wanted it more than they wanted power for themselves. And Tem was the catalyst. When Bastian…

The entire thing couldn’t have lasted more than thirty seconds. But the change in the room was undeniable, just like when Caspen had fingered her earlier. Only this time, he’d garnered far more power from their connection. Tem felt it in the air-a palpable energy that radiated off his body in shimmering waves, drawing everyone…

“Very well, Tem.” He stood too, shaking his head in amusement. “I shall take you home.” Tem followed him out into the hallway and down the stairs. To her intense relief, they didn’t run into Maximus on their way out. When the carriage arrived at Tem’s cottage, she turned to Leo. “Thank you,” she said….

“What sort of compromise?” “I’ll take this off”-she released his wrists and pointed at her dress-“and I’ll finish what I started”-she pointed at his cock, which was still hard-“but you can’t touch me.” Leo let out a bark of laughter. “Hardly a compromise. That’s simply more torture.” Tem shrugged. “Or I can go inside and…

But Tem only shook her head, struggling to grasp her new reality-a reality in which she couldn’t trust Caspen. “I don’t know anything anymore.” They stared at each other in the flickering firelight, the only sound the crackle of the flames. Something had broken between them-something vital. Tem didn’t know where they stood after this….

Tem had no idea how to answer that. She was exhausted-she’d been up all night, and her body, as well as her mind, was utterly spent. “I don’t know, Leo,” she said quietly. “I…” But she couldn’t go on. Leo tightened his hold. “Did that brute break your heart or something?” he murmured against her…

“And you relate to that?” His mouth twitched. “Somewhat.” Tem rolled her eyes. “Your life seems pretty good to me, Leo.” “That’s because you’re looking at it from the outside, Tem.” He said it softly, his eyes on the fire. “You have everything,” she said and shrugged. “What else could you possibly want?” He didn’t…