Page 27 of The Naga Outcast’s Unwanted Mate

Zathar

My body was still shaking from the mind-blowing pleasure we’d just shared when I gently uncoiled my tail from my mate’s slender wrists. She was limp in my coils, her gaze heavy, her cheeks flushed, and her soft pale hair a tousled mess along the furs. She was resplendent like this and if this was all I could have, I would be a happy, lucky male.

She moaned when I slipped my cock from her silken heat, and I took a moment to appreciate the way she looked. Her flushed pink lips, the narrow passage below that was gaping open and spilling with my seed. My cock twitched, eager to do that all over again.

“Are you sore, Vera?” I asked. She was pink and her passage drew me, but I saw no signs of chafing. Then again, I’d made very sure she was ready to receive me, she’d stretched so beautifully around my invading member. I groaned as I remembered how that felt, how that tight grip as she first came had clasped me, freezing me in place.

She shook her head, barely opening her eyes as she did so and I loved the way her pale lashes made crescents on her cheeks when she closed them. “Not sore,” she added, her voice husky from how ferociously she’d moaned and screamed for me. My mate was noisy and I loved every second of it. I didn’t even think she was aware of how much sound she made for me.

“Roll over, beautiful. We’re not done.” Her blue orbs blinked up at me in confusion, then dropped to my still-hard cock. Her mouth opened and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in to taste her there, to mate her mouth as I’d mated her sweet, tight little channel.

“Really? You’re not done?” she murmured, but I saw the flash of heat in her eyes. She rolled onto her hands and knees and as her legs pressed together some of my seed was pushed out and gushed along her thighs. I groaned, that was so sexy that I could feel it at the base of my cock, more seed preparing to fill her.

Coiling my tail, I supported her beneath her belly, curling the very tip around one soft breast and flicking it along the turgid nipple. She moaned, her spine arching and her channel opening for me. With a nudge of a coil, she widened her stance and then I lined us up and slid inside her in a single, smooth thrust.

“Zathar! Aah!” she screamed, and I flicked my tail around so that I could press the tip along her little button. Stroking her with my cock and my tail in tandem she shattered around me in minutes, her passage clamping down around my writhing member. It felt like she sucked me deeper, pulled me to the core of her as my seed erupted for the second time that night, filling her.

I growled, “Vera, Mate. You are mine.” As the pleasure washed white hot over me. My second load of seed filled her, not nearly as much as the first but I was satisfied that she was now properly mine.

I rolled us over, making sure that Vera didn’t end up in any of the sticky mess we’d created on the furs. A fine sheen of sweat coated the back of her neck and made some of her pale hair stick to her forehead. She looked beautiful and exhausted but I wasn’t ready to untangle myself from her yet. “Rest, I will take care of you,” I assured her. With my body coiled around her and a single clean fur pulled over her shoulders, I knew she was warm and safe. She was asleep in minutes and I reveled in that trust, and in the nearness she let me have, with my cock still embedded deep inside her and my body curled around her.

Chapter 18

Vera

Everything felt different when I woke up that morning. Like something fundamental had shifted inside of me, something huge. Zathar was curled around me, his warm scales pressed to my skin in many places where he’d wrapped me in his long coils. There were furs over me to keep me warm and a pleasant ache between my legs warned me of all the things we’d been up to in the late hours of the night.

My clit tingled just thinking about it and though Zathar was asleep, I saw how his tongue flicked out and tasted the air in response. It was impossible to hide it from him if I was turned on, asleep or awake, he’d always know. I kinda liked that, I just hoped that it didn’t have the same effect on other Naga as it had on him, that would be awkward.

I was surprisingly clean though, which had to mean that Zathar had taken care of that after I’d fallen asleep. He must have been very careful not to wake me up, considering the giant mess we’d made. I flushed, there had been far too many fluids, if he was human I would have worried he’d end up dehydrated.

His tongue flicked out again and then he let out this low rumbling growl. “Ah, my mate, already eager for me again? I will oblige, don’t worry.” There was a teasing note to his voice that I loved, and I loved the warm, affectionate look in his azure eyes even more when he opened them. The slitted pupils had appeared so foreign before but now I loved how they looked and I could read the expressions in them easily.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure you still have more seed to give me?” I teased back, laughing at the affronted look on his face. He rolled me over, pinning me down into the clean furs, and fused his mouth to mine, claiming my tongue with his. Showing me what he planned to do between my legs in a moment; I couldn’t wait.

A sharp knock on the door had us both freeze in place. “You guys awake?” Reid demanded, and he rapped his knuckles on our door a second time with a loud cracking noise. “Come on, we need to discuss our next course of action. Everyone is waiting.”

I groaned and Zathar hissed, “They can wait.” Shaking my head, I nudged him against his shoulder and he let me up until I was sitting and he was still lying down in the furs next to me, his coils all around me.

“They shouldn’t, we already kept them awake last night…” I felt my face grow hot as I thought about that. I had been loud, and Zathar hadn’t been quiet either. They would have been able to hear us. That was a little awkward but I wasn’t going to make that worse by making them wait while they could hear us having sex. That was even worse.

“You are beautiful, and I want you,” he said, reaching up to cup one of my bared breasts. I didn’t recall when I’d lost the bra last night but I didn’t see any sign of it now. Smiling at the heat and appreciation on his face, I pushed his hand away and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Come on, I’m hungry anyway,” I said and that was all it took to get him to move. He offered me my clothing with a smile, explaining that he’d gone out to wash them last night after I fell asleep. I almost teared up at how thoughtful that gesture was. It was my only outfit right now and I was extremely grateful that they’d been cleaned and dried overnight, there was nothing worse than pulling on a dirty pair of panties.

Once I’d checked the odd oval mirror in the attached bathroom-type room in this little ‘apartment,’ I was ready to go. I had only been able to finger brush my hair so far but Zathar had procured a comb from one of the many pockets on his backpack, eagerly offering it to me. For the first time in days, I felt kind of normal, if I discounted the sex ache between my legs.

Everyone had gathered at the cave entrance again, sitting on the soft purple grass in the early morning sunlight. Min-Ji, the pilot lady, was sitting next to Cosima, and picking at a ration cake. Her Asian features were still a little pale but her dark brown eyes were alert for the first time, focusing on Zathar the moment we joined them.

“Morning everyone,” I said with a wave, avoiding the knowing grin on Reid’s face or the saucy wink Cosima gave me. “Hi, I’m Vera and this is Zathar,” I said and I stuck my hand out to the pilot. Right now, it didn’t matter whether she might have known what she was transporting or not, she just woke up from a coma; we’d deal with it when she’d recuperated.

She shook my hand in return and when Zathar followed my example, she swallowed hard once and then shook his hand too. “I’m Min-Ji, thank you for saving me.” She touched her hand to her head where she’d suffered severe head trauma.

Zathar assured her that she was safe here and that he and Corin would make sure it remained that way. When I translated, Min-Ji’s eyes grew larger. “Wait, you can understand what they say?” Her eyes darted to where Corin sat, his coils draped over a big flat rock a little distance away, sunning himself in the warming purple sunlight.

“Yeah, that’s because I’m Zathar’s mate. We share a spirit connection, it allows us to understand each other’s language. But only when we touch,” I explained to her. She narrowed her eyes as she took in Zathar, towering over me on his long tail. He wasn’t paying attention to our conversation but staring off into the far distance, a worried frown on his handsome face.

“Uh, Vera. You do realize you guys aren’t touching right now, do you?” Cosima pointed out while darting a finger from him to me. Startled, I looked down at my body and discovered she was right, he didn’t have the tip of his tail curled around my ankle or anything like that. I’d gotten so used to always having that touch that I had just assumed it was there…