S.A. Price (13 page)

She gasped, heat flaming her cheeks as she licked her lips. "You do paint a pretty picture..." she whispered.

"And here I thought that was your job."

"It is..."

"Well go on then..." His tongue darted out wetting his lips; he smiled as her eyes followed it staying on his lips. "Paint one."

Myra smirked. "I’m missing three key elements to do the kinda work I do." she mused, running a finger down his chest, circling his nipple.

He groaned softly arching his chest to her. "I suppose you are then again you use your body, I'm sure we could find some other medium for you to use. Chocolate perhaps... I do have a sweet tooth."

"It would require a shift, and some sort of canvas...and a much more inviting area to do so." she moved her mouth closer to him and inhaled. "You smell like an artist yourself."

"I am... in my own kind of way." He kept his body still letting her scent him, this dance was all part of the fun. "And I could be your canvas... but you’d have to use those luscious curves of yours."

"My coils are much more artistic... tell me Aiden... what is it you do? You smell like polymer clay...

I love the scent of clay."

He smiled, "I'm in demolition. I blow things up... and I'm sure your body and tongue could be far more artistic."

"Ummm. C4? I do love plasticine. As for my body and my tongue," she giggled. "I have a different kind of talent with those, and it has nothing to do with my art. What makes you so sure you deserve a private showing?" her hands skimmed down his abs, trailing in the grooves and settling on the hem of his jeans, her fingertips moving back and forth.

"Go a little lower and you'll find out."

She smirked. "Someone is full of himself."

He shrugged "I've been called worse, but it’s not as full as you'll be if you let me."

Myra leaned in and grabbed his lobe with her lips nibbling. "What kind of snake are you Aiden..."

His knees buckled but he held them at the last moment. If he hadn't been hard already her hot breath in his ear would have done it. "I'm a Reti... a python that is, reticulated."

She giggled. "The magic words... Ummm well show me what you got demolition man... we don’t have much time..."

Well that was fast, damn he was good. "Oh yeah... who says I'm that easy?" He laughed stepping into her.

She bit his lobe again and sucked it hard. "I said show me, I didn’t say do me...Tell me," she nibbled again. "What would it take for you to shift and wrap around me? Could you play that game?

Seeing a shift is..." she rolled her hips into his. "A hard fuck and a shift is always the best way to end the night."

He shuddered unable to control the response, snakes no matter how hot they were in human form, shifting with someone just wasn’t something he wanted to do. Her body however was promising

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things that he wanted and he wanted bad. He took a step back distancing himself. "Makes more sense to have that hard fuck first. Don’t you think?"

"Very true... but I like a good coil afterwards..." she moved into him and then past him taking an exaggerated gait towards the anteroom, which was plush with the scent of old velvet and leather.

He followed her though hovering in the doorway. Sure he wanted to go in promising a coil then bail, and it wouldn’t have been the worst post coital thing he'd ever done but he didn't wanna piss this one off, not if he had to work with her. "And if you don’t get one?"

She shrugged. "It’s not often I do. I stick to humans most of the time."

"Well that’s a relief. I'd hate to spoil something beautiful over a few scales."

"Actually it’s a shame. I don’t stick with humans out of preference; it’s out of lack of options."

"There just aren't that many good snakes out there eh?"

"More like I don’t meet any truly interesting ones that I would want to have a tumble with. Not to mention the ones I know are related to me, at least most are in the east."

"Maybe, but then I'll tell you, as far as potential mates go, you're fucked. I've met all there is and they aren’t impressive."

"I’m not looking for a mate Aiden..."

"True but that’s how it always starts isn’t it?" He smiled at her feeling his body drawn hard to hers. He needed to take her, be inside her, make her his.

She smiled. "If you say so, though I don’t think it’s ever been a problem for me or you for that matter. If it was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation." she moved back to a large velvet couch and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, finishing and then unbuttoning the top of her pants as well before sitting back and propping her leg up. "You don’t need a mate to enjoy a coil, to enjoy the heat and body of another."

"I'm with you on the heat part, not so much on the coils... you really have a snake thing don’t you?"

Her eyes clustered heat and she bit her bottom lip. "I’m a snake Aiden, my work centers around it, my life centers around it, fuck my sex life centers around it."

"In what way?" He raised an eyebrow.

She moved forward, putting her leg down and rested her elbows on her thighs. "Snakes are fluid in movement..."

"I've noticed..." his eyes watched her but his body stalled, there was nothing surer to kill his sex drive than snake talk.

"Well so am I…" she moved her shirt aside, the swell of her breast exposed. "I’m very limber."

"Mmm... I bet you are." The view of her breast was all he needed. He took the space between them in two steps falling to his knees in front of her. "Though we don’t have time to fully explore that."

"No we don’t." she smiled and looked down at him. "I rather like you on your knees."

"You do? I'll say it’s not a position I'm often in."

"Well you are now. I should probably take advantage."

"That's another thing that doesn’t often happen, but you’re more than welcome to try."

She grabbed him and pulled him to her, moving closer to his mouth and licked a slow line across his bottom lip.

His hand came up of its own accord grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss. Her soft lips felt right against him as he was once again surrounded by her scent.

She moaned and slipped down off the couch, her thighs settling on either side of his own, her hands pulling his shirt off, undoing the button of his pants.

His cock sang with delight at the prospect of being free and allowed out to play with this delightful little creature now on his lap. The action though wasn’t fast enough, they both needed to be naked and it needed to be now. He took the side of her top pulling it down her arms, her own hands relenting on her work of his pants to allow it. Grabbing her ass he pulled her into another kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth searching her.

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She shuddered with his hands on bare skin and broke the kiss, her mouth going to his throat as her hands ripped at his button fly, slipping inside the denim. She moaned and wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing.

He broke off with a gasp, "Fuck..."

"That’s the general idea..." she grinned and kissed him again. "Get these pants off or you will be walking back to your room without them..."

"You going to boss me around this whole time?" He grinned at her working off his jeans. There was no way in hell he was letting her rip them off him no matter how sexy she was.

"Someone has to be assertive..." she smirked and shimmied out of her pants, getting them to her knees before kissing him again.

"Assertive? I like that..." He kissed her, his hands smoothing over her body and dipping in between her thighs.

She moaned and lay back, arching into his touch. "Ummm I like you so far..." she shifted herself, moving her legs from under her to wrap them around his waist.

"Anyone ever tell you critiquing as we go along isn't sexy?" He slipped a finger deep up into her heat.

She gasped and threw her head back, clawing at him. "Sweet bliss!" she hissed, her eyes closed and her lips parted.

"So still liking..." his thumb brushed by her swollen clit circling it gently.

She panted, her eyes still closed, her arms thrown back on the plush carpet. "Tease..." she whimpered.

"Not today." He lifted her removing himself from her and lifting her onto him, he teased her open, holding her for a heartbeat or two before easing her down and burrowing deep inside of her sweet heat.

She groaned and gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist tighter. "Oh Christ!" she sobbed, arching again.

"Mmm... Now that feels much better." tightening his grip on her hips he began to work her body, drawing her sweetly along his hard length.

"Fucking shit.... Aiden… Gods baby harder. I won’t break..."

"Oh I know that... shifters are very tough." He groaned, "I'm just enjoying the moment."

She chuckled and arched at a monumental angle and squeezed him with her thighs. "You feel so good... so fucking good...."

"Shit!" He bit his tongue, flexible wasn't even the word for what her body was doing for him.

Myra was wild, docile but assertive, taking what he was giving her, on his knees, his hands on her waist working her to oblivion. She purred and opened her eyes, and her gaze was that of her other self, a rainbow boa, black and amber. "Aiden... gods I’m so close..."

He was too far-gone for his snake fears to take hold and something shifted inside him, his own eyes changing to the bright orange of his snake form to match hers. He flipped her over, Myra on her knees as he pounded possessively into her.

She screamed and shuddered, her arms giving out. "Aiden!" she shook from the force of her orgasm, turning her head, her eyes on him as her hands gripped his thighs, her fingers digging in.

"Fuck yes!"

If there was one thing that drove him wild it was a scratcher. Her nails bit into his skin causing a sensation when mixed with their mingled scents left him no choice but to come and come hard.

Clenching his teeth tightly, to keep his body from making a mistake that they both couldn't deal with, he came with her as her body clamped unearthly tight around him. He pumped deep into her a few last times as their bodies writhed of their own accords before falling still on top of her breathing heavily.

Myra giggled and sighed. "Gods you’re amazing. You could have bit me you know." she said quietly. "Once wasn’t going to matter."

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His jaw ached as he fought the insisting nag to go ahead anyway and bite her. Winning the battle he rolled off her physically distancing himself from her for the second time today. "Thought it was best not to." he squeezed his jaw with his hand. "Just in case."

"Too bad, I like being bitten. So no biting, and apparently no coil. Poo for me." she grinned and then turned on her side. "What room is yours?"

"You let others bite you?" He asked not sure where the sting of annoyance came from, why should he give a damn. He shook the thought off. "You know I'm not so sure where my room is... haven't asked yet. I'm sure someone will let me know."

"Humans, yes, I have let them bite me, I like a little danger in my bed play. I haven’t let another snake though." she sat up and grabbed her shirt, smirking. "So are we done?"

"I believe so... for now anyway." He stood pulling on his jeans. "Although we do still have work to do. It's good to have the air clear though don’t you think?"

Myra stood and stalked towards him and grabbed him, kissing him hard. "It is, but I’m not done with you baby." She smiled and bent picking up the rest of her clothes and then shook her hair out. "I feel much better." she winked.

"I told you, you would." He did love to be right especially around a beautiful woman and especially when it involved a good fuck. "Now why don’t you run along and see what that hot lady friend of yours has come up with. I'm going for a hot shower."

"A shower sounds good. I’ll meet you back here then."

"Fair enough." He walked by her with a wink before heading up the stairs to search out Kira and find out just where in god’s name his room was. If he was sharing with that snake there was going to be trouble.

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THIRTEEN

Evelyn was indeed the woman for the job. Throughout the day the woman used her acting talents to hide that she was indeed ever vigilant. She noticed everything, asked the right questions and even gave him a suggestion or two, and she played the grateful captive well, even though there were no eyes visible to watch them.

They had eaten lunch, and she had eaten well, his words about saving her strength sinking in. She was exactly what he was looking for in an accomplice and he thanked the gods above that he had chosen correctly with her.

And now, now it was time for the main event. They had played it up, touching, hugging, or rather, Evelyn grappling to him. He kissed her cheek and neck as they walked the grounds, which was the perfect way to disguise when he was giving her the plan of her escape. Now though, now they were supposed to do the deed, and the way it looked to outside eyes he was due. Evelyn was going to play one of the best performances of her life tonight, and it saddened him. The probable only time he would be that close to her fantastic body and lips and it was all a game, a lie.

He didn’t want her to come to him in such a manner, what he wanted was Evelyn Rose in all her magnificent splendor. Not even in a perfect world would that happen, the woman was truly way out of his league.

He sighed and turned the corner with a tray in his hands, laden with two plates with some tasty fare, some chocolate cake and a bottle of red wine. Cristof always had them take wine, citing it was only right to have them think it was a romantic encounter. He knocked on the door to her room quietly, hoping that she was all ready. She opened it in the tank top and shorts and smiled at him, a blush coloring her cheeks.