Page 73 of Naga General's Mate

“But what about your position? The council reinstated your rank.”

“I don’t care about rank anymore.” His eyes locked with hers. “I care about you. About us. About building a life together where you’re truly free to become everything you were meant to be.”

A smile curved her lips, making his heart stutter.

His tail tightened around her waist. “Say you’ll come with me to Nirum.”

“Yes.” She pressed closer, her warmth seeping into his scales. “I’ll go with you to Nirum.”

Pride and possession roared through him. His mate chose him, trusting him to provide for her and keep her safe. The warrior in him preened at her acceptance.

“When can we leave?” she asked.

“Tomorrow, if you wish.” His fingers traced the line of her jaw. “I’ll have my ship prepared by morning.”

She smiled up at him. “Then let’s go home.”

Brivul cupped Mila’s face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate line of her cheekbones. The moonlight caught in hereyes, turning them to liquid emeralds. He lowered his head to claim her lips.

The kiss started gentle but quickly deepened with barely contained passion. Her hands pressed against his chest, sending electricity through him. The sweet taste of her, the soft press of her body against his, made his head spin.

“You’re all mine now,” he growled against her lips. The words held centuries of Niri instinct, the primal need to possess and protect his mate.

“All yours,” Mila whispered back.

Joy exploded through him, pure and overwhelming. After years of darkness and doubt, she’d brought light back into his world.

The three moons cast their silver glow over them as Brivul drew back just enough to drink in the sight of her. Her dark hair spilled over his arms, her lips curved in a smile that was his alone.

“I never thought I could be this happy,” he rumbled, his violet eyes intense.

“Neither did I.” Her fingers traced his jaw. “It all feels like a dream.”

“No dream.” He nuzzled her temple. “This is very real, and you’re mine. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt either of those things.”

Chapter 33

Brivul

Brivul led Mila backinto their palace suite, the cool marble beneath their feet a stark contrast to the warmth that crackled between them. The moonlight followed them, casting a silver glow over the opulent room, but Brivul had eyes only for his mate.

He guided her to the edge of the large four-poster bed, its curtains billowing softly in the night breeze. Mila’s green eyes met his, a mixture of trust and desire that made his chest swell with primal satisfaction. He was her protector, her mate, and soon, he would be her greatest pleasure.

With a gentle touch, he undid the sash of her robe, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulders. The fabric whispered to the floor, pooling at her feet and leaving her gloriously naked before him. His gaze raked over her, taking in the delicate curves and valleys of her body, each inch more precious than the last.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

Mila’s cheeks flushed, her eyes dropping before meeting his once more with a spark of defiance. “And you, Brivul, are still dressed.”

With a chuckle that held an edge of raw need, Brivul shed his robe, revealing the hard evidence of his desire for her. His members sprang free, thick and ready, and he watched with satisfaction as Mila’s eyes widened, her breath hitching ever so slightly.

He laid her down on the bed with him, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her skin. Starting at her lips, he kissed his way down her body, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her skin beneath his lips and tongue. Her soft moans and the way her fingers tangled in his hair spurred him on.

“Mila,” he growled against her stomach, his hands skimming up her thighs, “I want you to straddle my face. I want to taste you, to feel you lose control because of my tongue.”

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes dark with need. “And what will you have me do while I’m… straddling your face?”

His lips curled into a wicked smile. “I want you to take me in your mouth. I want us to pleasure each other, to be so wrapped up in each other that nothing else exists.”

---