Page 96 of Savoring Her Snake

He’s worked me up to the point of no return.

“You can and you will,” he replies, lightly biting me. I lift one leg as far as I can and then the other. The fact that I am restrained only adds to my need to come. His fingers move faster, and I press my head into the pillow, my mouth open.

Think about something else. Bugs. I hate bugs. Creepy crawly bugs that climb. Heath drags out of me, his fingers curled, and my eyes cross. Shit. It’s not working. All I can think of is him. I forget every bruise and mark. Nothing hurts anymore. I need to come.

“Sir,” I beg, and he pulls away. I’m about to cry out from his absence of touch, but he pushes down his pants. “Yes.” He fills me with one thrust.

“Now,” he growls, and I come. “Jesus.” He cups my neck as I stretch it, the orgasm shooting through every part of my body. Waves and waves of pleasure move through me. “Stunning.”

“Sir,” I pant.

“So tight,” he rumbles, looking down. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Please.” I don’t know what I want. More. More of him.

“Are you ready to be mine?” he asks, and I look into his eyes.

“Yes.” His hips move at a steady rhythm, his hand squeezing tighter on my neck, and it builds.

“Are you ready for my mark? To be tied to me forever?”

“I am,” I say firmly and startle when the light flickers.

“Do you accept my claim? My bond? And all the magic that comes with it?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Heath.” I blink and then stare as his eyes are consumed with blue, glowing, and his tattoos seem to move. His hand flexes on my neck.

“I love you,” he rasps and tips my head back further before striking. I close my eyes as his fangs slide deep. There is a push and pull. I feel a slight burn under my skin and can feel his venom traveling.

“Heath,” I gasp and open my eyes. All my senses are alive and popping. A rumble fills the room, and it comes from Heath. His come fills me as his mouth sucks at my neck. He pulls back, his mouth open, two long teeth gleaming with my blood.

“You’re mine,” he hisses, and I freeze.

“What’s happening?” I watch as the ink on his body moves down his arm.

“I’m giving you my power,” he whispers, his eyes wide. “You will wake; your gifts will be great.” I shiver; the tattoos slide over my neck, absorbing into my skin and moving across my shoulder. I follow their progress over my shoulders to my arms. “Unbelievable,” he whispers.

“I feel them,” I gasp, stunned as they settle deeper into my skin. They dim, and the blue turns slightly green. “Heath.” My skin is freezing.

“Let them become a part of you,” he instructs, skimming his hand over them. His touch settles my panic.

“Heath,” I whimper, the cold becoming unbearable. He breaks the chains above our heads, pulls out, and does the same to my feet. “I feel it.” His power. The venom working through my blood. I wasn’t prepared for it, yet I know it is right. His soul is joining mine, and my heart beats rapidly.

“Give in to it,” he encourages, pressing my knees together. I drop my arms, and he gathers me onto his lap, his arm under my thighs and his other behind my back. “I won’t leave the room,” he growls.

“Please don’t,” I beg, staring into his eyes. “Don’t leave me.”

“I promise.” He kisses me. “Accept your snake and come back to me.”

“I will,” I say, my teeth chattering. The blanket is thrown over me. “Fuck, it hurts.”

“Darling, shit.” He presses his head to mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I mumble. My lips are numb, and I can’t move my body.

“This isn’t goodbye,” he growls. “I won’t allow anything to go wrong.” My controlling mate hates things out of his control. As much as he wants to guide me through the change, I know it’s up to me now. I can’t let the agony coursing through me consume me. I have to fight for our bond. The light bulb shatters from my power or his. His eyes light up the dark.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper, wishing I could lift my hand to cup his face. My skin is cold but on fire at the same time. Fog floats through my head, and everything becomes fuzzy. I keep my eyes connected with his as long as I can.

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