Page 33 of My Big Scaly Alien Naga
A real kiss.Soft and deliberate.Trusting.
I should have pulled away.I knew I should.
Instead, I froze.
Not from the cold this time – though I could still feel it clinging to my limbs like chains, slow and creeping, stopping me from functioning.From the shock of her lips on mine.From the heat of her skin.From the roaring, rising wave inside me that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do withher.
Clare.
My mate.
The one I had promised restraint.The one I wasn’t supposed to touch, not until we were safe.
I kissed her back.
Just once.Just enough to taste the breath between us, to feel the shiver that ran through her when I opened my mouth and touched hers fully.I was careful to keep my fangs pulled back, leaving just the tips exposed.As much as I craved to bite her, claim her as mine, I knew that she was not ready.
And then I tore myself away, breath ragged, the ache in my chest almost worse than the cold.
“This is a mistake,” I rasped.My teeth were no longer chattering.
She didn’t flinch.She just looked at me like I’d said the sky was purple.“Why?”
I closed my eyes.“Because I want more.”
She was silent for a moment.I could feel her still pressed against me, all soft skin and steady warmth and alluring scent.
“Then say stop,” she said quietly.“And I will.Right now.”
I opened my eyes and looked at her.Really looked.
She wasn’t seducing me.Wasn’t playing some kind of game.She was offering – on her terms.And giving me the choice.
No one had ever done that before.
“I don’t want to stop,” I admitted.The words came out raw.“But I don’t want to lose control either.”
“You won’t,” she said.
Glycon help me, I believed her.
Her body shifted against mine, her thighs hugging my waist, her arms warm and steady around me.My coils had already begun to encircle her without conscious thought.
I forced myself to still them.
She noticed.Of course she did.She was observant like that.
“It’s alright,” she said softly.“You’re cold.You need this.”
I needed so much more than warmth.
I neededher.
But more than that – I needed control.
Because I could feel the shift starting.Deep in my core.That low, coiled pull of instinct unravelling.My body preparing for what it believed was inevitable.
One of my cocks began to stir – a pressure low in my abdomen, subtle but insistent, pushing against the sheath that kept it protected and hidden.That part of me I could summon at will.The functional part.The part used for pleasure, bonding, sex that didn’t matter.
