Page 12 of The Naga Princess’s Soldier Mate (Serpents of Serant #7)
Sazzie
I had what I had been craving at last: Reid’s strong arms around me. It was odd because nothing in our situation had changed, but now I wasn’t alone, and I felt safe once again. He was warm and solid, his heart thudding steadily beneath my ear. My human male was anything but weak; I sensed his power in every part of his body where we pressed together. Most of all, he was okay; the food had helped, which meant I had helped.
“Now what?” I whispered against his chest, where I could feel the press of his odd necklace beneath the fabric of his shirt. Reid hummed softly in the back of his throat, his arms tightening around my middle as he lifted me up. I helped by pressing with my tail, and then I was meeting his mouth with mine in one of his human customs. This kiss was all fire and passion, coiling its claws through my flesh as desire soared. Always, this male managed to make me forget myself or where I was.
“Now, I check every inch of you for injuries, angel,” he growled huskily. I loved the timbre of his voice: low, with a rough edge no matter what he did or how he talked. It always made me feel like he was a little on the wild side, a little uncivilized. Having been spoken to with nothing but deference by most males all my life, the way Reid talked to me was refreshing; it felt honest, real. “We’ll have to wait till nightfall anyway, so we should find a way to distract each other, don’t you think?”
There were more of those trails of bio-luminescence in the walls here, but they were very faint. Barely enough for me to see by, yet the hot glint in his warm brown eyes was unmistakable. How did he do that? Switch to something so warm and lighthearted when we were in dire straits? He claimed my mouth again; his teeth nibbling on my bottom lip made me gasp, and then his tongue swept inside. Oh, yes, that felt so good. Like that, I could forget everything around us and become a being of sensation and touch, a being all his.
It was not supposed to be like that; my passions should never rule me. Reid made me forget about the lessons I had learned of nestplay and male advances. He made me simply want to be his, and he made me want to pleasure him as much as he evoked pleasure in me. “They have left a single guard,” he tsked as he trailed kisses from the corner of my mouth to the edge of my jaw. “The idiots have no clue what they are dealing with. Once night falls, I will take him out, and we will escape.”
I wanted to warn him not to speak of his plan so boldly and loudly, but then I realized that nobody would understand him anyway. No Bitter Storm male would ever allow a relic for translations to be implanted in their head, and they had not realized that Reid and I could talk. If they had, would they have separated us? My handsome male paused long enough for my thoughts to surface and spin, but just as I started to worry about Khawla, he latched onto the side of my neck and sucked. The sensation made me yelp, and then that startled shock turned into hot pleasure—as if his mouth were drawing a line from my neck straight to my slit. All of me felt hot, forgetting about cold, damp caves and the endless piles of stone above us.
“Reid,” I whispered, afraid the guard would hear me. “Reid, what are you doing to me?” I felt out of control—hot and achy, like something was missing. He was holding me tightly against his body, and I could feel his cock pressing like a brand against my belly. If we continued down this path, we would find ourselves mating in the heart of the enemy’s territory. That was outrageous—or was it? As soon as my doubts surfaced, another part of me said, “But why not?” If tomorrow might never come, why would I deny myself this?
“Ah, angel, I don’t deserve you,” Reid muttered against my skin. He had carried me forward, and now I felt the cool press of stone against my back. “You taste so good, Sazzie. So sweet. I want to fuck you, claim you, mate you! Tell me that’s what this is—you feel it, don’t you? You are my mate!” He didn’t even manage to make that last sentence sound like a question, and a thrill shot through me. Yes, his mate. Claim me. I wanted that so badly, and I was done feeling ashamed for needing my male that way. It was right. It was good. I was his angel, and I wanted to be sweet to him—so very sweet.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, Reid.” Then I realized that he might not understand the significance of my ability to comprehend every word he said. “I haven’t got a relic in my head—don’t you know that?” He jerked back from where he’d been nuzzling my cheek, his eyes growing huge, his mouth dropping open. I had never seen him look surprised, but I had caught him off guard this time. I liked it—he looked cute as he tried to wrap his head around what I had told him.
“Ah, you knew all along, didn’t you? You minx,” he chuckled, as if he enjoyed knowing that, but his expression sobered almost immediately. “I knew I was your man—your male—the moment I heard your voice. I’m glad you knew it, too. There’s no getting out of this, Sazzie. And I’m not waiting. Life’s too short to wait for anything. You’ve got to reach out and claim it, so I’m claiming you. Forever.” I wanted to say something, respond to that, but he was kissing me again, and all thoughts fled. He drew a moan from me, and it was loud. I did not even care if the guard could hear.
His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, then sliding lower to my front to touch my slit. He yanked my belt from my hip, discarding anything that got between his hand and my body. I wanted to do the same to him—he was wearing far more than I was. A shirt, and those foot and leg coverings. I wanted to rid him of all of it. When I pulled on his shirt, he obliged, shrugging it over his head in a practiced move and exposing all of his beautiful markings. “What are these?” I whispered, sliding my fingers over his biceps and tracing the sharp, exotic eye of a predator.
“Tattoos,” Reid responded. “Ink just beneath my skin,” he added almost immediately, as if he already knew that the first word was meaningless to me. Naga did not have skin; our scales were tough everywhere, though more translucent in our faces—softer to allow for mobility in our expressions. Ink beneath our scales would be invisible, but with him, these beautiful patterns and images emerged, living art. “And these?” I asked when I touched a triangle at his throat. It was like his skin was slightly raised, and it felt as tough as a Naga scale.
“Nanobots joined together to form some kind of plate while they were inactive—I think, at least.” Then he laughed. “Enough talking, sweet angel. I want to taste you now. Taste, then fuck. Got it? So no more distractions.” I felt chastised and turned on at the same time. When he got so firm, it did things inside of me that I knew I shouldn’t like but loved all the same.
He kissed me again, our mouths mating the way I wanted him to mate with the rest of me. Tasting him was good, though; I loved the way his scent filled my senses and his taste flooded my mouth. It felt like we were becoming one that way—a claiming, just like he’d said. I was beginning to get the hang of this, and, of course, that’s when Reid changed the rules.
The world shifted around me when he raised me higher, my back sliding along the wall until he could cup my breasts and suck a nipple into his mouth. Pleasure spiked through me at that touch, so good that it felt like I saw stars. I knew better what to expect now; when that crest began to rise, I didn’t fight it. He was so confident as he ran his hand down my front and located my slit. That was all it took: a brush of his finger through my folds, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. I splintered to pieces for him, a moan loudly echoing through our prison.
“That’s it, angel. Come for me,” Reid told me, both an encouragement and a demand. He sank a finger into me, and this time it didn’t feel like too much; it felt good. As my inner muscles contracted around his invasion, it only drew out the pleasure I felt. I didn’t like it when he began to lower me, his mouth slipping from my breast, but his finger kept pushing into me, so I moaned rather than protested. Why did he know my body this well? Was that a thing of mates? Or was it all Reid?
We were not in a soft nest this time, but that didn’t seem to matter to my body. Even the cool roughness of the wall against my back felt good while Reid was stoking the flames with his fingers. He’d added a second, and I felt full but not full enough. “You can take me, can’t you, pretty angel?” he husked, and I mewled pathetically when he withdrew his hand.
“Reid, more, please…” I begged him, my arms around his neck, clinging to his wide shoulders. That made him laugh: a husky chuckle full of satisfaction, his dark eyes gleaming. I felt how he slid his hands around my hips, his grip firm as he held me exactly as he wanted, yet not touching me where I needed him most. That part of me felt painfully empty now.
“You’ll get what you need, Sazzie. I promise,” he told me, but I did not believe that, especially when he seemed to be pulling away. “Ah, so impatient. I just need to get my belt.” I heard the sound of his buckle then, and through my needy haze, I realized that he’d never gotten around to taking off his leg coverings. I tilted my head, glancing down between our bodies, and for the first time caught sight of his cock. He was freeing it from the dark fabric with his fist, and the tip was round, singular—like a thick, blunt club rather than the agile, bifurcated tip of a Naga male.
He smirked at me as he let me look my fill, then he took my hand and curled it around that thick bar. It was very warm and smooth, covered by silky-soft skin over stone. Veins ran along the length, throbbing with his passion. The unusually shaped head was round and blunt, the edge that defined the shape pronounced. He smelled good there too—salty and warm, both comfortable and arousing at the same time.
“I’m going to take you just like this,” Reid said, his mouth still tilted in that satisfied smirk. I felt heat curl through me again, reminding me sharply that he’d given me pleasure, yet left me oddly unfulfilled at the same time. When I nodded, his expression morphed—his jaw firming as he clenched it. His hands grew much more urgent on my body as he pressed us close again, his exposed cock brushing against my slit. I shivered at that first brush, then shook, my tail going weak when the second brush was right across the nub at the top.
“Ah, I love it when you shout my name,” Reid drawled, his mouth right against my ear. “Do that again, Sazzie.” I hadn’t even realized that I’d shouted, let alone his name. But when he used his hand to guide his cock inside of me, I did shout—again. That push was too much. It was a lot; his cockhead was so thick and blunt. It did not slide in easily, stretching me around his invasion so it burned and ached, yet I craved more of it.
He kept pushing firmly and confidently, as if he knew it would work, even though my body seemed determined to resist him at every step. It was his mouth that distracted me from the sensation of his invasion, and then, everything just worked. I melted when he kissed me—my muscles relaxed—and, with a final shove, he was inside me, filling me. We were one now.
“Ready?” Reid asked. Confused, I opened my eyes. Our mouths were still so close we were almost kissing. Ready for what? Wasn’t this it? I blinked at him, and that made him smile. Slowly pulling back his hips, I felt the ridge of his cockhead—the blunt thickness—as it dragged along my walls until only the tip remained. My breath froze in my lungs as I looked between us, seeing how that looked. Then he slammed his hips forward, tunneling back inside forcefully. I jolted, pleasure sparking. I definitely screamed his name that time. Then he did it again, and again.
Every drag and pull, every push, felt amazing. I never expected it to feel like this—so close to another being, so entwined. Even when my trembling tail felt too limp to hold on to him, when a crest caught me in its clutches, it was all-consuming, powerful. It swept me away, and this time, it was beautiful because I was not alone. Reid’s cock swelled inside of me, kicking firmly as warm seed jetted from the round tip. He groaned—a deep, guttural sound that made me feel proud. I’d made him make that sound; my body had given him that pleasure. We were good together, and we’d made each other feel good.
With my arms snug around his shoulders, I clung tightly, unwilling to let him part our bodies after that climax, unable to find any words to tell him how good that was and how badly I wanted to do it all over again. His hands were petting me, sliding along my sides, my hips, stroking my arms. The stone wall had warmed against my scales, and he kept me pinned to it with his chest, his hips, his still-hard cock deep inside of me. I wanted to stay there forever.
“How was that for a mating?” Reid whispered in the dark. “Think we need a little more practice?” I heard the hint of laughter in his tone but still blinked in confusion at him. Then he kissed me, his hands going from gentle patting to inciting as he tweaked my nipples. Ah, my mate wanted more; I was not alone in my desire to prolong this moment, this pleasure. Good. I was all too happy to surrender to more of his expert touches, to the rhythm he set with his cock.