Defy The Alpha(s) 2: Rebel Beast

Warning: Snusnu ahead. The serpent has officially escaped containment.

~ Rebel Beast

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Brittney might as well have placed a spell on him with the way Venus’s eyes were trained on her. She wore no bra, so the moment the top was free, her breasts bounced loose, unrestrained.

Hell.

Venus felt his manhood tighten at the sight, arousal coiling low and immediate. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. They hadn’t even started, and he was already this hard. How was he going to last at this rate?

This was the first time he was going to be with a human, and it should have concerned him. It didn’t. Perhaps there was truth to what they said about men losing all sense at the thought of sex, because he certainly wasn’t thinking straight right now.

Whatever this was between him and Brittney was bound to end badly. Even if it was possible for other beasts to cross that line, serpents and humans didn’t mix, not really, not in any way that lasted. Perhaps it was the thrill of the forbidden pushing him forward, the pull of something he had no business wanting. He craved a taste of it anyway.

Venus wasn’t sure he had ever seen a more beautiful woman. Brittney was all feminine curves, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders like a waterfall caught mid-fall. She was, without question, a snake charmer, and he was already ensnared.

His gaze dropped to the swell of her chest, catching on the rosy, dusky peaks of her nipples, already pebbled from the air, or perhaps from the weight of his stare. His mind conjured a dozen visuals of what he wanted to do to them, each more distracting than the last.

It didn’t help that Brittney caught him staring. She trailed a finger down to her chest and circled it slowly around one nipple, teasing. Venus swallowed hard, his throat working like a man dying of thirst in the middle of a desert. He was thirsty for her, and she knew it.

"So you’re a boob man, serpent boy." Brittney’s voice dropped low, seductive, her finger still moving in slow circles, her breath catching with every pass.

Venus watched, hypnotized, as she brought her other hand up to squeeze her breast, a soft gasp slipping past her lips, followed by a low, needy moan. He couldn’t wait to have her. He wanted her the way a man wanted air after being held underwater too long.

His tongue flicked out, tasting the air between them, serpentine instinct rising to the surface. He could feel her arousal on it, sharp and sweet, with an undercurrent of her scent threaded through it, orange and peppercorn, and it nearly undid what little restraint he had left.

"Keep looking at me like that," Brittney murmured, "and I might just finish myself before you get the chance."

That did it. A dark and hungry glint shone in Venus’s eyes.

"I dare you." Venus said.

Brittney smirked. She was crossing every fucking boundary here. There was no way in hell she was telling her roommates Venus had been in her room, not when it would lead to questions she had no intention of answering, questions that would eventually lead right back to what had happened between them.

She knew her friends weren’t judgmental, but even with the fascination the Concordia girls seemed to have developed for beast men lately, serpent shifters ranked dead last on that list.

Brittney didn’t share that prejudice. Not when the serpent in question had just given her one of the most memorable afternoons she’d had since arriving. So if she wanted to experiment with a little forbidden sex, that was entirely her business.

After all, it was just sex. Nothing more. When this was over, she and Venus would part ways, and life would move on. The next time they crossed paths, they’d probably fall right back into pretending to be enemies.

Venus’s gaze darkened, desire simmering hot behind his eyes. He crossed to her bed and sat on the edge of it, then tapped his thigh, his voice low and commanding.

"Come here."

Brittney walked toward him slowly, putting a dramatic sway into her hips with every step. When she reached him, she lowered herself onto his lap, dragging her hips deliberately against his straining erection before finally settling.

A hiss tore from Venus’s throat, and his hands shot to her hips to steady himself, his grip bordering on bruising. Brittney didn’t complain. Not when it was proof of exactly how much she affected him.

Venus lifted one hand and caught her jaw, tilting her face toward his. "You are no innocent human," he said with a rough voice, "but a little demoness sent straight from hell to destroy me."

Brittney only smirked, intentionally rocking her hips forward against him in a slow roll. "How exactly do you intend to punish me, then?"

His eyes glinted with wicked promise. "Quite slowly, my lady."

He released her jaw, trailing his hand down the column of her throat, over her collarbone, until he reached the curve of her breast. He lifted both hands, palming her fully, kneading and squeezing leisurely. Brittney sighed, the sound low and satisfied. It felt unbearably good.

Then his mouth closed around her nipple, and Brittney let out a sharp cry before clamping her hand over her own mouth, remembering at the last second that her roommate slept just beyond the wall. Thank God for thick walls.

Hell.

Brittney threw her head back in bliss, one arm wound tight around his neck to keep from toppling backward. Venus sucked greedily, taking almost her entire areola into his mouth, his tongue working in slow, torturous circles.

"Fuck," she breathed, unable to hold back any longer, rolling her hips harder against the length of him.

Venus pulled back just enough to let her nipple slip free, the cool air rushing over the slick skin, before diving right back in, sucking nipples deep into his mouth again as if she were something sweet he couldn’t get enough of.

His free hand slid to her waist, guiding her movements, helping her ride him in a rhythm that had her biting down on her lip every time the pleasure struck exactly right.

Brittney’s heart pounded so loud she could hear it in her ears, the blood rushing hot through her veins as she moved faster, chasing the friction. Chasing him. She was close, achingly close, such that her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back.

Then Venus bit down, the sharp graze of his teeth against her nipple sending her over the edge. Brittney came with a cry that he swallowed instantly, his mouth crashing against hers, drinking down every desperate sound she made while her body shook apart around him.

She clung to him like he was her lifeline, kissing him messy and deep as the aftershocks rolled through her in slow, lingering waves, her hips still moving in small, helpless circles against his.

With the first rush of pleasure behind them, their kisses became slower and more indulgent, lips lingering as they tasted and savored each other, no longer driven by the same desperate urgency as before.

Brittney pulled back for air, resting her head against his chest, catching her breath. Then she glanced down and smirked at what she found.

She lifted her head, grinning up at him. "Guess you spill like a man too."

Venus knew exactly what she meant. He’d come right alongside her, unable to hold himself back, his release soaking through the front of her trousers. She didn’t look disgusted in the slightest. If anything, she looked pleased with herself.

"Now that you’ve seen it," Venus said, "it’s my time."

Before Brittney could brace herself, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her flat against the bed.

"Oh," was all she managed before he reached for the waistband of her trousers and began tugging them down. Brittney lifted her foot to help ease them free, and he pulled them the rest of the way off, tossing them carelessly aside.

Then his gaze landed on the sight of her in nothing but a red thong, the same sight that had greeted him earlier, and his erection throbbed even harder at the memory. He was going to enjoy every second of this.

"While I love you in this sexy piece..." Venus murmured, hooking his fingers into the fabric and easing it down her legs with far more care than he’d shown the trousers, "I like you even better bare."

He slid it free and, unlike the trousers, set it carefully aside within reach. That one he intended to keep as a little souvenir of the very good time they’d shared.

Then he finally had her laid bare before him, and the sight nearly undid him. She was flushed and glistening, her arousal from earlier still slick between her thighs, evidence of exactly how ready she was for him.

Venus lowered his head and drew in a slow, deep breath, savoring her scent.

"Deliciousss," he breathed, the word drawing out on a serpent’s hiss, his forked tongue flicking against the air.

For the first time since this began, fear suddenly gripped Brittney, because from where she lay, it looked very much like Venus intended to make a meal of her, and he had no plans of leaving not even the bones behind.

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