Chapter 3Nia lets out a nervous giggle, her earlier reservations washed away on a tide of her joy. “Me too,” she admits, and then her fangs extend almost too quickly for your eyes to follow before they’re sinking into your bare neck.
The feeling of venom being pumped into your veins is weird, honestly. There’s no other word to describe the sensation of a liquid that is somehow warmer and thicker than your blood being rapidly, forcefully pushed into you.
You start to shiver as the venom spreads through your veins, your bewildered nervous system trying to treat this foreign substance like an infection even as your blood pressure drops and your heartbeat skyrockets.
“Easy,” Nia whispers in your ear as her coils tighten around you, trying to offer you that sense of safety and protection aga
