A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.
Lash hung up his phone with a sharp click, and put it aside. He came closer to me, drinking me in with his eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Sar,” he whispered, deep emotion in his voice. “So beautiful. Just like I knew you would be, if you were like this.”
He shifted fast, and fell in coils to the floor. I saw him coming up the bed, sliding on the sheets in his hurry to reach me. Then he was coiling his much-longer body around mine, hissing softly. Soon he was wrapped all along the length of me, holding my body with his. He rubbed his head on mine gently, hissing, and then he laid his head over mine.
I had expected something like this, but not to feel as I did. Frankly, I had been doing this for him, because I knew he needed it, and I didn’t want him to go to someone else for it. I didn’t expect to particularly enjoy making love as a snake. But it seemed that I was utterly complete, that feeling him like this around me was the best thing ever. I moved slightly in his coils, and he hissed a little. I heard his excitement in his hiss, and moved my body more purposefully, rubbing on him. He began to contract his body around me, moving gently.
I had never been held this completely. I gloried in feeling him everywhere about me, his muscles so strong, and yet so gentle. Then I felt him inserting part of himself into me. It was both familiar and not. It felt right, and yet strange. The feel of him gently moving, touching me everywhere…
I shuddered in climax, feeling something so alien and yet so familiar in its power. This wasn’t like any orgasm I’d ever felt like before, and it went on and on, as he kept moving gently around me. I let out a loud hiss of pleasure, and he hissed back at me, his sound almost strangely like encouragement. I hissed again as the climax ebbed, and again, he hissed back to me, though this time there seemed to be pleasure and contentment in the sibilant sound.
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Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate
New York. She received her bachelor's degree
in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from . Her writing credits include
over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms,
Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in
Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She
also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer,"
published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing
(Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing
novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all
species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target
practice. Binghamton University