Page 85 of Serpentine

“Tell me, princess, or I won’t let you come.”

“He… he came on my tattoo. On my Cobra,” she finally says, and I’m sure her cheeks are heated with not only lust but embarrassment. To me, it’s the hottest fucking idea I’ve ever had plastered in my mind’s eye.

I pull out of her, licking my fingers and tasting her tang on my tongue. “Did he, now?”

She nods and then pulls her short dress up, showing not only her bare pussy, but the massive inky tattoo we’d branded her with. Her other hand rubs over the Cobra slowly as her eyes stay locked on mine. “He said he was marking me as his when he came. Thick ropes of cum covered me when he was done. Too bad you weren’t there to see it,” she teases.

I’m on her in a flash, my mouth colliding with hers as I free myself from my pants.

When I press inside her, she gasps. I give her a moment to adjust. While Braxton is longer than I am, I’m wider. I know she needs a second to get used to the feeling. Before she gives me the go-ahead, I slide out and back in, letting her grip me and massage me with her tight canal.

“Fuck, princess… I knew you were going to feel good, but this… fuck!”

“God, how will I ever choose one of you?” she groans as I roll and grind against her clit, giving her the friction I know she needs to fall apart for me.

“Who the fuck said you had to?” I growl, kissing her until her mouth grows lax, falling open to breathe as the pleasure builds in her body to new levels.

“Once this is over, I’m going to watch my brother fuck you,” I groan, feeling my orgasm building already.

She’s too tight. So fucking tight.

“Yes!” she cries, and I don’t know if it’s in answer to what I said or because she’s going to come for me.

“Then he’s going to hold you down, so I can fuck your ass raw,” I add, barely getting it out through gritted teeth.

She grabs for me, holding on tight, and part of me panics because I need to pull out of her.

“Come inside me,” she says, eyes frantic, breaths rapid. “I’m on birth control. Fuck, Miles! Come inside me,” she begs, and then her head falls back, and her body clenches around me as she comes violently.

“Goddamnit, Aella!” Thrusting upward, I empty my orgasm inside her, feeling a sense of pride that it’s the first she’s ever had coat her walls.

“Holy crap!” she breathes, and then she looks over to Blaze, who is still pretending he can’t hear a thing.

My lips find her ear. “I want more, princess. I want so much more, but I need to get you home.”

She turns and kisses me slowly, her kiss becoming fraught with emotion as the moments pass by. “I won’t be home until I pull back onto Cobra property.”

Something in me locks into place. If there was a question about what Brax and I are doing with her and how I feel, it’s gone.

“Well, then let’s get this shit over with so you can come home, hm?”

“That’s more like it,” she says, and when I pull out of her, she hisses.

She’s an addiction, and that’s for certain—one we’ve both already killed for. I feel much more bloodshed is to come before it’s all over.

But she’s worth it.

TWENTY-SIX

AELLA

My first day at work is today, and I’m a nervous wreck. The factory looks daunting, especially from the view of the employee parking lot. The sound of massive machines and air conditioning units running hits my ears as soon as I’m out of my Lexus. I parked far from the building and the other cars. My car will draw attention to itself; I didn’t want to aid it in that feat.

When I push inside, an overhead fan blasts cold air down on me to keep the building comfortable as so many go in and out of the doors for breaks and shift changes.

I met the HR person, Isabelle, in the small break room, as she had asked me to on the phone call I’d shared with her. She helped me get set up on the time clock with a punch card—old-school if you ask me—but I didn’t question it.

She showed me to my locker and gave me a new padlock set with a key to lock my things inside. She explained that I could have my phone but had to keep it on vibrate. I opt to keep the burner in my pocket instead of my phone because, admittedly, my life is now tied to the burner more so than the other.