Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Benjamin barely had time to take a breath before Atlas was hoisting him up and off the couch, tossing Benjamin over his shoulder as he moved them with alarming speed into a neighboring bedroom.
Benjamin tried to wrap his head around the fact that a snake’s tail was propelling them forward, but there was barely time to dwell on it.
The bedroom was dark, the subtle glow of a red lamp the only light source. The bed was large and low to the floor, and Benjamin only had a second to register it before he was tossed on top of it.
Atlas stripped him with brutal efficiency, deft fingers unbuttoning buttons and pushing fabric away.
His tail coiled around Benjamin’s lower legs as he reared up over him.
His gaze trailed over every inch of Benjamin’s bare skin, greedy with it, and Benjamin had to fight the urge to hide.
He was slim, not exactly packed with muscle, and he had nothing close to resembling Atlas’s six-pack—eight-pack?
And his dick was nothing to write home about either.
But for some reason, Atlas was looking at him like he was the tastiest treat imaginable. “Benjamin,” he purred. “You’re wet for me.”
Benjamin covered his face with his hands. “I’m not wet,” he moaned indignantly. “I’m a leaker.” He always had been, and with how fucking turned on he was right now, his cock was spouting precum like a fountain.
Atlas laughed, low and husky. “And I appreciate that, believe me. I’d like a taste.”
Benjamin spread his fingers and peered through them, eyeing those distinctive fangs. “Is it going to hurt?”
Atlas’s answering smile was wicked. “No, sweetheart. It’s going to feel very, very good.”
He loomed over Benjamin’s lower body and then sank down. He ran his nose over the tender skin where Benjamin’s thigh met his hip, sending shivers down Benjamin’s spine. And then his tongue flickered out, and he lapped at Benjamin’s leaking cockhead.
Benjamin hissed in a sharp breath. He was craning his neck to watch, but he ignored the ache—he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Atlas’s tongue was forked. Of course it was.
Atlas lapped at him again, and Benjamin groaned as his cock pulsed. He needed friction. Suction. Something to soothe the ache in his cock, to dampen the fire in his belly, or at least to stoke it higher until it burst through him in release.
He could feel Atlas’s smirk against his thigh, and then Atlas was wrapping his perfect lips around Benjamin, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked him down.
Benjamin’s back arched, his hands flying up to cover his face again as he cried out an embarrassingly plaintive whine.
It had been so long since he’d had someone’s mouth around him.
And Atlas was very, very good with his mouth.
It wasn’t fair, really. Benjamin was no match for the way Atlas kept up the perfect suction, his tongue dancing along tender skin. The way he toyed with Benjamin’s balls and wrapped a firm hand around the base of Benjamin’s cock, squeezing in warning when Benjamin’s thrashing grew too animated.
All the while, Atlas’s tail slid up and up and up, wrapping around Benjamin’s upper legs, his hips, all the way to his chest, spreading fire wherever it touched.
Weren’t basilisks supposed to freeze their prey? Benjamin wasn’t frozen. He was burning alive.
His cries and pleas and gasping moans only seemed to spur Atlas on. He’d added fingers to the mix—where the hell had he gotten lube?—and he was opening Benjamin up while he worked his mouth over him.
The only thing that was keeping Benjamin from embarrassing himself completely was Atlas’s knack at sensing when he was too close.
Then the damned basilisk would back off, nuzzling Benjamin’s groin and pressing biting kisses to his upper thighs while Benjamin regained his breath and tried to wrap the tattered scraps of his sanity back in place.
It was heaven. It was torture.
Atlas was too fucking good at this.
Right when Benjamin was ready to fight his tormenter off and bring himself to completion, Atlas reared upright, bringing Benjamin along with him. Somehow, Benjamin’s legs ended up wrapped around Atlas’s scaled hips, and that coiled tail was bolstering him so he didn’t slide down.
Atlas’s hands cupped Benjamin’s bottom, spreading his cheeks, and then Atlas was lowering Benjamin down onto that beautiful cock.
God, it was a tight fit. It had been so long, and Benjamin’s body was fighting the intrusion, never mind how much he wanted it.
But then Atlas was looking right into Benjamin’s eyes, murmuring in a soft, low rasp, “Relax, pretty baby. Let me in.”
Could basilisks hypnotize humans into compliance? Because instantly, Benjamin’s muscles were relaxing their tension, even as his mouth opened into a wail that grew louder with every inch Atlas gained.
Full. He was so fucking full. Full and hot, Atlas’s cock a burning brand inside him.
It felt amazing.
“Hush.” Atlas slid his lips along Benjamin’s chin and down his throat as he bottomed out. He drew his hips back and speared Benjamin again. “Think of the neighbors.”
Benjamin couldn’t hush. Couldn’t think of any neighbors. He’d never been touched like this. Fucked like this.
And they’d barely gotten started.
As fiercely as they wanted to drift shut, Benjamin kept his eyes open, meeting that glowing pale-green gaze head-on.
And then Atlas seemed to think there was a better way to keep Benjamin quiet. He slammed his mouth down, forked tongue sweeping in to claim new territory.
Oh, right. We haven’t even kissed yet. How silly of us.
Benjamin wrapped his arms tightly around Atlas’s neck and made up for lost time. He let Atlas drink down his moans and groans and cries as broad hands and a coiled tail worked to bounce Benjamin up and down on that perfect cock.
And maybe the gifted scale wasn’t as much protection as Atlas thought because, when Benjamin’s release found him—more powerful than any orgasm he’d ever had in his life, stronger than anything he’d ever felt—the world narrowed to pinpoints of glowing pale green.
And then it all went dark around him.