Filed to story: Spit or Swallow: Kiss Of The Basilisk
“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 you can finish by yourself. Your choice.”
Leo’s mouth twisted. “Wicked, wicked girl.”
Coming from him, she knew it was a compliment.
“Do we have a deal?” Tem insisted.
Leo rubbed his hand over his face. “Yes, fuck.”
“Good.”
Before he could change his mind, she left her spot beside him on the bench and knelt on the floor of the carriage. Leo’s temperament changed as soon as she was on her knees. Hunger flared in his eyes-pure, animalistic craving the likes of which she’d never seen on him before. His cock, which was already hard, became noticeably harder. Leo leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs, watching Tem with possessive focus as she slowly pulled her dress up over her head.
The moment she was naked, something crackled into existence. Tem felt the energy in the carriage shift-as if a bridge had opened between them. Leo’s gaze traveled slowly over her body, and Tem let it. His eyes traced down her neck, lingering on her breasts before following the curve of her waist. Then finally, they landed on the center of her. He licked his lips.
Why not give him one more gift?
Tem slipped her fingers gently between her legs.
For once, Leo had nothing to say. He simply watched in reverent silence as Tem played with her clitoris, rubbing it with her first two fingers. Then she took those fingers and pushed them deeper, touching herself slowly, letting Leo see exactly what he wasn’t allowed to do. She didn’t bring herself to orgasm. Instead, she raised her fingers and brushed them over the head of his cock, coating it with her wetness.
“Remember our deal,” she whispered.
Leo clasped his hands slowly behind his head before leaning back and looking down at her through hooded eyes.
“I will not survive you,” he said, his voice a guttural whisper.
“Do you even want to?”
He didn’t answer.
Leo watched as Tem turned her head, parted her lips, and touched them to the base of his shaft. At the same time, she palmed his balls, cupping them firmly and pressing her thumb into the nook where they met his cock. Tem worked her tongue slowly up the shaft, licking him from base to tip. When she reached the head, she sucked on it for at least ten full seconds, and by the time she was ready to move on, Leo’s moans filled the carriage.
Tem used her hand to give him three strokes in rapid succession. Then she lowered her head once more, this time angling herself so he could see every inch of his cock disappear down her throat and reappear again. It felt so good to give him this-to show him the wait had been worth it.
Eventually, Leo began to break.
He extended his hand slowly, touching only the taut skin of her cheek while her mouth was around his cock. Tem swatted him away, and he retreated. But a moment later, he did it again, caressing her jaw with only his pinkie finger.
She straightened. “Leo,” she warned. “I will leave.”
He groaned, throwing his head back in agony. “Tem,” he rasped. “You’re killing me here.”
“I know.”
Tem went to dip her head again but paused instead. Why not kill him a little more?
Moving slowly so Leo was sure to see every second of it, Tem brought her hands to her chest, lifting her breasts so his cock was cradled between them.
Leo gripped the carriage seat with his fists, and she knew it took him everything he had not to touch her. His fingers tore into the cushioned fabric as she held her breasts in place and slid them up and down his cock, watching him as he watched her, seeing the way he could barely keep his hands at his sides. Just when she knew she was pushing him to his limit, she held still, tilting her chin up and tacitly signaling him to take over.
Leo shifted his hips, tentatively at first, as if to see what would happen. When Tem remained in place, he jerked them quickly upward, sliding his cock through her cleavage at a rapid pace. His head fell back-he couldn’t even watch her anymore. The next time his hips rose, Tem freed her breasts, seamlessly replacing them with her mouth.
She took him deeper this time, knowing in her gut that the prince was close. She matched the pace he had set a moment ago, dipping her head again and again, working his cock until it was slick with her saliva. Tem’s moans joined Leo’s. She wanted him to hear how much she liked doing this-how satisfying it was for her to satisfy him. Tem knew he was mere seconds away.
Leo cried out, “Fuck, Tem-fuck-fuck-“
His hand returned suddenly to her hair, and for a moment, she thought he was breaking their deal. Instead, Leo pulled her sharply off his cock, his other hand shooting forward so he could finish into his palm. They both stared at his cum. Without thinking, Tem leaned down.
She knew Leo had a perfect view of her as she extended her tongue and licked the glistening substance from his palm with slow, soft strokes.
“Tem,” he whispered as he watched. “Fuck.”
She sat upright and smiled. “Is that your favorite word?”
“When it comes to you, it is.”
“I want you to finish in my mouth next time.”
“So there will be a next time?”
Tem rolled her eyes.
Then she pulled on her dress. Instead of kissing the prince goodbye, she simply exited the carriage, leaving Leo with his cock still out. The footman whistled at her as she walked down the garden path, but Tem ignored him; she was far too happy to be embarrassed.
The late-afternoon air contrasted starkly with the heat they’d generated in the carriage, and Tem paused at her front door, her fingers on the handle. Was it even worth going inside? She was in no mood to return to the conversation from that morning. Tem had nothing new to say, and she doubted her mother did either.
Seconds ticked by.
Her only other option was to go to the caves to attend the council meeting. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that either. Caspen had lied to her. He’d concealed his knowledge of a deeply important, vital part of Tem’s identity that would affect every aspect of her future. That wasn’t something she could easily forgive. Yet now that she knew she was a hybreed, she wanted nothing more than to explore that side of her. Tem had always known there was no future for her in the village. Perhaps her future was in the caves.
But what kind of future would it be? One that began in violence-with the crest? It was unfathomable to Tem that Bastian would expect her to do something so pivotal. The magnitude of her role in his plan was not lost on her. He thought of Tem as nothing more than a pawn: a game piece in his reckless play for power. But Tem was so much more than that. She would not be manipulated; she would not be used. Whether she performed the crest or not, it would be on her own terms, not Bastian’s. Nobody would choose Tem’s future but her.
She dropped the door handle. It was time for her first council meeting.
Caspen wasn’t waiting for her in the cave this time, and she wondered whether that was because he hadn’t expected her to come. Either way, Tem traversed the passageway alone. When she reached his chambers, she paused.
Would Caspen be angry that she had cut off their connection so abruptly earlier? Would he know she had pleasured Leo in the carriage? In Tem’s eyes, Caspen did not have a right to be angry about that. Not when he’d kept her in the dark for so long. Why shouldn’t she have secrets of her own? Tem opened the door.
Caspen was by the fire, and when he saw her, obvious relief flashed over his face.
“Tem,” he said quietly. “You came.”
“Yes,” she said as she closed the door. “I did.”
Tem joined him by the fire. Caspen was naked, and without a word, Tem undressed too. She was no longer shocked by his customs and had no desire to rail against them. They were her customs now. Caspen’s eyes went instantly to her body, and a moment later, he was hard.
He touched his finger to her bottom lip. “I can smell him on you, Tem.”
She didn’t reply. It should have occurred to her that there was no way to keep her dalliance with Leo a secret. Caspen was too intuitive-too much of a predator-not to sense where his prey had been.
“Are you angry?” she whispered.
He pulled her bottom lip with his thumb, opening her mouth. “You are mine, Tem,” he said simply. “Whether you give your body to another does not change that.”