Victor's hand closed around Felicity's throat and held her steady, but it was Damien's mouth that consumed her first hungry, dangerous, his tongue flickering with a hint of venom as he kissed her deep enough to make her vision blur. She tried to squeak, tried to say something, but Victor's grip was a collar, a leash, a promise that he was in control tonight and she would only whimper when told.
"Little fox…" Damien murmured against her lips, and she felt his snake tail winding up her thigh, cool and silken, brushing the soaked crotch of her panties.
"What a naughty, naughty thing you are. Bet you wanted them all to hear you, huh?"
