Defy The Alpha(s) 2: Rebel Beast

"Damn. Those two beat us to it."

~ Rebel Beast

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Venus lifted both of Brittney’s legs, hooking them over his shoulders with an ease that made her breath catch, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.

Brittney braced herself, or tried to, because the moment his mouth closed over her clit, a sharp cry ripped free. Her hands flew to her mouth immediately, clamping down hard to muffle the sound. She couldn’t wake Aria from her sleep because there was no way in hell she could explain this.

Venus lapped at her clit with unhurried leisure, clearly enjoying himself, savoring her as though she were the only thing he’d ever wanted to taste.

The pleasure built fast, overwhelming Brittney in a way that left her caught between two conflicting instincts: the urge to push him away because it was almost too much, and the desperate need to pull him closer because she couldn’t survive him stopping.

Her hips rocked instinctively against his mouth, chasing the feeling, and soon enough, her hand wasn’t enough to contain the sounds spilling out of her.

Venus reached up without breaking his pace, grabbed the panties he’d set aside, and stuffed them into her mouth. Brittney let out a muffled protest, but if that was what it took to make sure he didn’t stop, then she would take it.

The damn serpent must be an expert at this because he changed his pattern at intervals, testing and adjusting, circling slowly before flicking faster until he found the exact rhythm that made her thighs clamp involuntarily around his head.

Brittney tightened her grip on him, her hips grinding shamelessly against his face now, chasing her own release with a desperation she barely recognized in herself. She came hard, her whole body seizing around him, a broken cry muffled against the material in her mouth.

Venus still wasn’t done with her.

He kept his mouth right where it was, sucking gently on her now-sensitive clit while she twitched and mewled beneath him, the pleasure edging dangerously close to too much. Brittney’s hands flew to his hair, yanking without any real intention, with no idea how else to channel the storm of sensation crashing through her.

She wasn’t a stranger to sex. She’d had men before, plenty of them, actually. But Venus wasn’t a man, not really, and he was systematically destroying every expectation she’d ever had of what a human male could do to her body. This was different. This was on another level entirely.

Just like that, Brittney hit her peak once again. Father Lord, she swore she was at heaven’s gate right now.

Then, before she could catch her breath, she felt something new.

Wait a minute... was that...?

His tongue, somehow, impossibly, was inside her.

How did he—don’t ask. Don’t question it. Just feel it.

Fuck her life.

It was strange, the forked tip moving in ways nothing human ever could, curling and flicking with a dexterity that had her vision blurring at the edges.

Brittney’s fingers tightened in his hair again, pulling without direction, her mind completely blank except for the singular, overwhelming truth that she was never, ever going to experience sex the same way again.

Venus had ruined her. Thoroughly, completely ruined her for anyone else. No human man would ever compare to this. None of them ever could.

Brittney had no idea what exactly he was doing with that tongue of his, only that it was working some kind of devastating magic, and before she could brace herself, she was coming again, harder than before, gushing against his mouth in slick, trembling waves as her entire body shook apart.

Her back arched off the mattress, her thighs locking around his head as a strangled sound tore free from behind the material in her mouth. Then her body sagged into the sheets, spent and boneless, utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

But Venus still wouldn’t let her up.

He continued lapping at her gently, thoroughly, making sure not a single drop of her release went to waste, his tongue moving in slow, indulgent strokes until Brittney was practically whimpering from the overstimulation.

Only then did he finally lift his head, a wicked, satisfied grin curling at the corner of his mouth, his face glistening with evidence of exactly how thoroughly he’d just devoured her.

Brittney didn’t even have the energy left to scold him for it. Not when he’d just given her the best orgasms of her entire life, three times over, and she couldn’t have wished for anything better.

Venus climbed slowly up her body, every inch of contact deliberate, until he hovered fully over her. He reached up and eased the panties from between her lips, tossing them aside before capturing her mouth in a deep, searching kiss, sharing her own taste with her. Brittney moaned against him, the mingled flavor addictive and dizzying.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, "Told you. Moist and creamy."

Brittney was breathless. "Now I’m curious how you taste."

"Why don’t you find out, my lady?" Venus smirked, that familiar wicked glint returning to his eyes.

The grin that curved Brittney’s lips turned downright sinful. Venus rolled onto his back, giving her room to position herself between his legs. She leaned forward intentionally, letting her bottom lift and arch behind her. Venus groaned low at the sight, his gaze fixed on the beautiful curve of her.

"I haven’t even started yet," Brittney teased. "Better keep quiet unless you want to wake my roommate."

Venus didn’t need to be told twice. He wanted her badly enough that he would have throttled anyone who dared walk through that door right now.

Holding his gaze, mischief burning bright in her blue eyes, Brittney wrapped her fingers around his length. He jerked hard at the contact, a sharp hiss slipping past his teeth.

"Easy now, serpent boy," she murmured, stroking him slowly. "Wouldn’t want to startle the snake."

Filthy mouth.

Venus thought, equal parts amused and undone. The same mouth that was about to close around him.

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