the movement of my tongue as I lick up the crumb spilling over my bottom lip. His green eyes darken slightly, and then his hair, which I thought was just glowing from the trick of the light earlier, actually starts to glow glow.
I choke on my bite until I can swallow it down and then shoot up to my feet. “Holy shit. You can glow?” I ask, pointing at his head.
It’s super rare for cockatrices to be able to shift colors like I can with my feathers and hair and whatever touches my skin, but it’s even more rare for a cockatrice to be able to illuminate all its pretty colors.
I’m suddenly like Ariel, my eyes hypnotized and reflecting Ursula’s glowing contract. I can’t stop staring at his luminescent green and blue hair. The end of my tail thrashes out of my pocket before I can stop it, and it starts flicking around like it wants to twerk its way into his pants. Oh hell, how am I supposed to resist him now? This is bad.
We stare at each other, eyes wide, breath caught, and some major sexual tension spreads between us and sticks us together like glue.
Fuck, he’s hot.
Muscles. Dimples. Glowy hair. Gah! I can’t stop looking at the glowy hair!
I’m suddenly wet and hot between my thighs, and he’s growing himself a snake in his pants.
“Stop glowing!” I snap, well...I try to snap at him. It comes out like a really embarrassing moan. I bite on my bottom lip hard enough to split it.
“I can’t,” he says through clenched teeth. Even his fists are clenched at his sides. His entire body has gone rigid, and his eyes are stuck on the movements of my tail, as my feathers bounce from yellow to orange to red and back again. Show-off.
I need to turn around. I need to stop looking, and he needs to leave before I do something I’ll regret. He’s probably the enemy, I remind myself. My cockatrice rolls her eyes at me. If she had fingers, she’d flip me off, because she doesn’t give a fuck. She just wants to fuck.
“Rook…” I warn.
But instead of hightailing it out of my solitary confinement cell like he should, he seems to lose just as much control as me, because his hair starts glowing even brighter, and then his goddamn neck wobbles.
I’m only so strong, dammit.
“Fuck.”
We both move at the same time.
In an instant, we’re slapping against each other like pancakes on a skillet.
His mouth crashes onto my mine, my hands sink into his hair, and our pelvises grind against each other while my tail enters a goddamn flicking frenzy.
I need him to fuck me right now, or I’m going to explode from need.
“Let me fuck you,” he growls into my ear, like me trying to maul him with my mouth and vagina wasn’t permission enough.
“Yeah, duh. Hurry up!” I snap before I start climbing him like Mt. Everest. I need him in me ASAP.
He slams my back against the iron wall, and my adrenaline hikes up along with my shirt as he delves a hand beneath the fabric to squeeze my breast. Ohmygawd his hand is so hot on my flesh, and he’s squeezing with just the right amount of force.
“Grab my cock,” he orders.
“Then get it out for me, asshole!”
He chuckles, and I feel his hand go between us and land on his belt. He has a whole prison guard buckle situation going on down there that I don’t have the time or the patience for, quite frankly.
My open mouth trails over his neck, my teeth grazing his pulse as he undoes his belt, buttons, zippers and hell knows what else. When I finally feel his pants drop around his ankles, I slap his hand away so that I can grind against him.
“Fuck, Sunrise. Slow down.”
Aww, he’s using my nickname during sexy times. That’s cute, but… “No.”
Wrapping my hand around him, I get the full experience of his girth. He’s thick. And heavy. And his skin is so damn soft, yet his cock is so hard, it makes my mouth water.
“You better know how to use this thing,” I tell him.
He nips my neck, scattering goosebumps over my flesh. “I know how to use it. You better know how to take it.”
Fuck, now I’m drenched.
As if he can scent it, his hand comes down to the waistband of my pants and slips inside, his thick, hot fingers skimming over my panties. My very unsexy, way too big, white