The Stars Never Favor Me
Then he lifted me—wrapped me up and tossed me onto the bed.
He loomed over me, those narrow eyes gleaming with something unreadable, almost sinister.
Then his tail slid up under my clothes.
I grabbed it instinctively, then quickly looked away.
His eyes narrowed. "Do you hate me?"
"Wait—no, I don't—"
"Didn't you say you were my owner?" He leaned in closer, his voice soft and terrifying, laced with cruel confusion.
His shadow fell over me.
Everyone knew snakes were born lustful—snake beastmen even more so. If Melissa hadn't told me he was asexual, I never would've dared to take him.