Page 51 of Serpentine

“Brax!” she cries, and I know she’s fully awake this time.

Her hands sink into my hair, gripping tightly, and I groan over her clit, nipping it with my teeth before I suck it.

“Fuck!” She grinds across my mouth like a woman lost in pleasure she’s never felt before. But she has it with me.

Maybe not to this extent. But she has. She will again.

Everything in me screams she’s fucking mine. She’s ours.

No matter what’s coming, I’ll never let her go.

Nothing will ever be like this because there’s no one else like her.

My tongue laps at her, dancing in dangerous waves in waters already too hot to calm. She’s a hurricane, and I’m feeding her, giving her new life to decimate land with.

With one finger, I tease her virgin hole in circles, taking her higher and higher.

“Oh, God, Brax! Don’t stop!” Her hips are no longer in a rhythm as she takes what she needs. My face is covered in her arousal, and I’ll wear it as a badge of fucking honor.

Because everything she gives me is just that.

“Brax!” Even though my finger isn’t inside her, I feel the moment she comes. The tight hole convulses in tiny quivers, and I let my thumb sit over the entrance and feel just what I’ve done to her.

When the last shudder leaves her body, I lick her once more for good measure, eating her whimper for breakfast.

“Holy hell!” she breathes as I reach over and click the light on.

“Mmm, I think I like you in my bed at night, Bambi. If that’s how the mornings will play out.”

She smirks, wiping at my face.

I turn away. “That’s mine. I’m going to smell you all fucking day long,” I snarl.

She laughs. “You have to wash your face, Brax. You can’t walk around with my pussy scenting your skin all day!”

“The hell I can’t.”

“What will Miles think?” She gasps, realization clouding her eyes. “Miles! Have you checked on him? When I got him to bed, he was fucked up.”

“I’m going to check on him now. Go back to sleep. It’s only six.”

“In the morning?” she groans. “Why am I awake?”

I lean down, kissing her gingerly. “You’re awake, sweet Bambi, because I couldn’t lie here and listen to you scream for me unless I was the one doing the torturing.”

She bites her lip as I pull back. The blush I’d missed in the dark, finding her cheeks again.

“You taste like me,” she breathes.

I nod, licking my lips. “I fucking love how you taste.”

She pats my chest. “Go. Check on him. He was in rough shape. And hey, don’t be so hard on him, okay? He’s going through change, too. Having me around and the things we’ve done, he didn’t mean for that to happen the other day. It’s got him in a weird place, alright?”

Did she just defend my brother?

Something in my chest pulls taut, and I don’t know if I like it.

I nod and adjust my softening dick in my sweats before trekking up the basement steps to find my leech of a brother.