Page 18 of The Naga Warlord’s Virgin Mate

“Are you finished?” Krashe demanded and when I nodded his fingers reached up to curl them in my long, and by now rather tangled hair. His grip was tight, bordering just on the edge of pain and I started to pull away until I saw the heated look in his eyes. “You do not get to say those things. Ever. You are Naah-ohmi, my mate, and you are everything I didn’t know I wanted. Swear it,” he hissed the last words in a drawl that sounded downright threatening and sinister. “You will never say such things about yourself. You are perfect. You are beautiful, and you are brave!”

I had goosebumps all over, and my nipples tightened into hard peaks in response to his words and the intensity of his voice and look. My whole chest felt like it was about to burst from all the feelings inside me. The only thing that would have made this even more over the top was if he’d declared his undying love on top of it. This was almost the same thing and my mouth had gone dry, my mind struggling to grasp how someone could feel this strongly about me.

“Swear it, Nomy!” he said, his grip on my hair shaking as if he was fighting to contain his own flood of intense feelings. I opened my mouth instantly, ready to say anything he wanted. Then it felt like a little imp got hold of me. Maybe that was because all that badass fierceness was disguising so many tender, sweet words. Just a little pull and he freed his hand from my hair, and then I was leaning up and caught his mouth with mine.

I wouldn’t say I was the one with much experience when it came to kissing. My last real kiss had been during a date a few days before my accident when I was fifteen, but nothing since then. My friends had faded away while I’d been in the hospital and later, when I couldn’t afford to join them at college or comfortably fit into their lives anymore. I hadn’t dated even once since my wheelchair.

But Krashe… It was instantly clear to me that he’d never done this before. I’d caught him by surprise but he didn’t know what I was doing, freezing in place at first and then just letting me do what I wanted without responding. I pecked him sorta chastely a second time, then raised my head to meet his eyes. “Okay, I swear.”

He narrowed his ruby eyes at me, his scaly, ridged brows lowering as he tried to figure out what had just happened. “That was a kiss,” I told him. “It’s a thing we humans like to do…” I smiled, still feeling all full and light and warm. A bit like champagne bubbles were busting inside my belly. Krashe was sweet, and I was an idiot for even doubting that. Well, maybe not an idiot, he had the meanest resting face, and the baddest of reputations after all.

“I see,” he said, but it was very clear that he did not in fact see anything. He wasn’t sure at all about that kiss, which meant I really needed to brush up on my kissing skills. I didn’t let that thought deflate my happy feeling. If I was really Krashe’s mate, and I was starting to believe that, we’d figure it out together. I wasn’t even all that surprised that he didn’t know what kissing was, with how harsh and hostile his whole Clan seemed, something as sweet and soft as a simple kiss was obviously beyond them.

“Thank you, Krashe. I know I’ve made your life very difficult, I’ve caused so many changes. I know that’s not easy.” I wasn’t sure how I was going to repay him or what our lives were going to be like in the future. Were we going to locate those blue Naga and the other humans and live with them? Was it just going to be the two of us? I didn’t know anything except that I was pretty sure I’d have him by my side. I wanted to giggle at the thought that it was hard to ‘wrap’ my head around that kind of loyalty, decided in an instant, just because the marks on his body lit up. I wanted to bask in that kind of thinking too, I mean, wasn’t that what every girl secretly dreamed of? A fated mate?

His eyes shuttered a little when he lowered his long, black lashes over his wine-red orbs. His lips parted so his tongue could slip out, the split tip flicking through the air like a snake might. Tasting the scents that filled it and drawing them back into his mouth to analyze. “I am strong, I can handle it,” he said. “Strong like you are here,” his tail curled down to tap against my sternum, just above my breasts.

Pleasure shivered through me at the compliment and I wanted to kiss him again so I did. Leaning up, my hands pressed to his shoulders for leverage. He wasn’t as accommodating as last time, refusing to lean in so I could reach him. I had to get up on my elbows and press my chest against his, wedging the pointed tip of his tail between us.

When my lips pressed against his bottom lip, he surprised me by opening his mouth, his tongue flicking out. I gasped, drawing him in and then Krashe groaned heavily beneath me, his entire body growing taut. “Yesss, let me taste you,” he said. My world turned upside down in an instant as he rolled me, pressing me down into the furs, pinning me in place while he focused on licking the inside of my mouth, tangling his long, agile tongue with mine. That’s when I learned that kissing could be a very flexible concept, and I liked each version Krashe was testing out.

Chapter 12

Naomi

I nibbled on his bottom lip, sucked on his tongue, and then was overwhelmed when he did all those things back to me. My first foray into kissing Krashe might have been lukewarm, but he was nailing this crash course. My senses were flooded with the sweet taste of him, caramel popcorn with a hint of salt.

Everything was just better with him, like I could feel more, taste more, hear more. I was alive when we were touching in ways I hadn’t been before. His hands were a little rough as he ran them over me, touching my body, my sides, my breasts. He hadn’t known about kissing, but he knew about sex. There was no doubt that that’s where this was headed.

When he let me up for air, his tongue and lips flicking and nibbling along my cheekbone to my ear, I tried to gather my thoughts. I needed to tell him that having his hands on me, his fingers in me, those had all been firsts already. I couldn’t get my tongue to shape the words, not even when he started divesting me of my clothing.

I was along for the ride, just like last time really, but it was as much because of his domineering, take charge manners as my own overwhelming feelings. Everything felt good, my body was already singing for him, I didn’t want to put a stop to that, or even a pause.

Did it even matter that I’d never done this before? The sex part particularly? It wouldn’t change Krashe’s desire to do the deed with me, of that I was sure. Maybe he’d be more careful but was that what I wanted?

“Nomy, are you alright?” he asked, his voice a husky drawl against my temple. “You have frozen up, I want your pleasure sounds.” I felt heat steal across my cheeks at those words, my pleasure sounds, huh? But he didn’t continue that delicious nibbling along my ear shell when I pressed a little closer and arched my breasts against his chest.

“I just. I haven’t done this before. The sex part, I don’t know what to do… Or if it will hurt. I’ve heard it can hurt, the first time.” And this is why I was not made to be a seductress, I was lucky that Krashe thought I was his mate anyway. I’d ruined the moment just by thinking too much, and now I’d made him worried.

He raised himself on one arm above me, his bicep flexing as he leaned into what was basically a one-armed pushup. The tough leather that made up our little tent was letting through hints of light, filtering it in a purple haze down on us. Enough for me to see clearly. I could see the brooding expression on his face and his jaw horn jutting down toward me.

“Hurt?” he rumbled, his eyes going from my face to slide down along my body. I thought he’d look at my crotch, wondering if he’d fit or something. I’d seen his cock, I knew it was huge so that’s definitely what I was wondering about. He skipped over that to stare down at my legs, partially covered by coils of his tail.

I guess that was actually kind of reassuring. I was pretty sure Krashe knew his way between the sheets, so if he wasn’t worried about his cock fitting, that was a good sign, wasn’t it? Still nervous, but already a bit more settled, I reached up to cup his chin and turn his eyes back to mine. “No, not my legs, they don’t have any feeling at all. I was worried if your you know… was going to be too big. Stretch too much. I don’t know. Just silly thoughts from a virgin, I guess.”

His tongue darted out, long and split, his eyes growing heated. The deep, wine-red seemed more like molten lava now, almost glowing. “An untouched female?” he said huskily. His eyes skating along my body again but this time definitely lingering on my bare crotch and my breasts. His eyes were even hotter when they returned to my face. Oh boy, I guess he liked it that I hadn’t been with another guy before. Why had I not thought of that? He was a total savage, I shouldn’t be surprised that he was totally stoked about this news.

When I mutely nodded, he leaned closer, his face hovering over mine, his arm flexing as he lowered himself. “Show me more of that ‘kiss,’” he said. So I did, brushing my mouth along his and then nibbling on his bottom lip. His mouth was a little more textured than my own, but the scales on his lips were very, very fine.

Dragging my teeth along the bottom pillow made him hiss, his tongue flicking out to tangle with mine. I was only too happy to surrender to him, to let him lead. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling to angle my mouth better. The tip of his tail was trailing over my hips, flicking against the undersides of my breasts.

I moaned, and that sound was like catnip to a cat, inviting him to do whatever he wanted. He was back to that eager, frantic pace, stroking me everywhere he could reach, his body twining around mine. I felt the hard bar of his cock press against my belly, wetness dragging along my skin from the strange, bifurcated tip.

Wriggling my hands between our bodies, I reached for it. If he got to touch me wherever he liked, then I got to do the same I figured. The feel of that wetness on my skin vividly reminded me of when he’d jerked off over me, splashing seed along my flesh, then even rubbing it between my folds with his thick fingers. Thinking about that made me ache for more, for that touch between my thighs.

“Krashe…” I moaned again, and he seemed to know exactly what I needed now. His tail abandoning the flicking over my nipples to arrow down and spear through my folds. I arched eagerly against that pressure, trying with my limited control to cant my hips at a better angle. At the same time, my fingers reached his cock and curled around the hard bar. It was so hot and the skin over his erection was similar to his lips, finely scaled until it was closer to skin than scales.

He was slick all along the surface, and his leaking precum made my skin tingle everywhere it touched in a very pleasurable way. That stuff smelled so good too, Krashe just smelled good everywhere, caramelized popcorn was my favorite but it was that hint of saltiness added to it that made my mouth water.