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“Who are you? Did I even know the real you? I told you I’d fallen for someone else.” I stare at my friend in shock. Did I even really know her?

“Please, you’d be one of many with her,” she sneers, waving her hand around. “With me, you’d never have to fight to get your cocks seen to,” Kinga says crudely. I don’t even recognize the person in front of me. She was always so sweet and gentle and never used language like that.

I shake my head. “I could be one of a hundred and still want to be in her life. She calls to my snake. I didn’t think I had to explain that to you. I thought that’s what Andre was for you—your soul mate.”

“Is it because of that kraken? The one you had a dalliance with years ago? Is it because he’s mated to that whore as well?” She puts her hands on her hips before running a finger across the top of her cleavage, which is pushed up in her dress.

“I can give you snakelets, and he can’t. It’s the same reason he chose that whore. His kraken implanted his eggs in her. He couldn’t have done that with you, but he’ll never love you like I can.”

“I couldn’t care less if I have children or not. I never cared about continuing the naga bloodline. That was all my father. I knew there was only a fifty-fifty chance when Dad arranged this marriage,” I argue. “Lila is my world, or I think she could be. I’ve tried to keep my distance out of respect for you.”

“It’s too late. I have you, and I am not giving you up.” She lunges at me, throwing her body across mine and pinning me to the bed. I feel my fangs descend, and I hiss at her, getting agitated. I can’t stop the change when my body shimmers into half form, shredding the suit I’d been wearing. She groans and rubs against my cocks, and I close my eyes, willing them to stay soft.

“Performance issues?” she asks as she drags a hand across the slit in my scales that thankfully refuses to open for her.

“Because I have no desire to fuck you,” I snap at her, throwing her off my body. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself, or I’ll kill you, best friend or not.”

She throws her head back and laughs loudly. “Ah, Silac, I guess you passed the test with flying colors. Xavier had no doubt. I’m going to owe him now, which he’s never going to let me forget. Never wage anything with a warlock, especially our warlock. He’s a smug fucker when he’s right.” Kinga’s voice is different as her form shimmers, and Lila is suddenly in the wedding dress. “Turns out I can mimic just about anyone.” She smiles at me, shrugging her shoulders as I stare, speechless.

“What? How? But…” I stammer, not sure what I’m saying. Did I marry Lila?

“Hi, hubby.” She gives me a cheeky wink and a finger wave. “Hope you’re not too pissed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lila

“Hi, hubby.” I wink and wave at the clearly irate and stunned naga. I let the charade go on a little long, making him suffer unnecessarily, but I consider it payback for all of his hot and cold ways. Now, we can start this marriage with a clean slate. I’m only hoping he’s not pissed I tricked him into marrying me.

“Lila,” he murmurs before throwing his arms around me, pulling me against him, and circling his snake body around me so I have no chance of escape. “Thank fuck it’s you. I thought I ruined everything.” He pulls away and frowns. “I did marry you, right? You didn’t sneak in sometime after we said our vows and signed the papers?”

I shake my head. “No, that was all me. Xavier transported Kinga and Andre to the circus ship, and I took her place. The poor thing was beside herself, and her bitchy sister slapped her. She was in no condition to marry you. I promised them a safe haven, and they’ll be traveling with us for a while. I’ll find something for them to do.”

He strokes a hand down my hair and nuzzles into my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin. “So you’re my wife?” he asks, his coils tightening ever so slightly, and those oh so delicious bumps in his pelvis region I’ve been curious about start to harden.

“Yup. I hope that’s what you wanted, because you’re kind of stuck with me now,” I tell him, running my hand over his naked chest and tweaking one of his nipple rings, which has him shuddering in response.

“Well, we’re supposed to consummate this marriage, and I need to give you a mating bite to free my father,” he reminds me.

I wave a hand in the air. “I wouldn’t worry too much about that. As soon as we left the room, the guests were rounded up, and Xavier was going to scan their minds for guilty and not guilty. Right about now, Sissolic is going to be more concerned about his own safety than worrying about his supposed daughter and her new husband.”

“Oh, okay.” He recoils slightly, and his grip on me loosens like he’s disappointed.

“But I’m okay with us, you know, fucking to save your father and everything. We would be remiss not to at least have proof just in case Xavier, Saxon, and Tirrian didn’t round up all the basilisks,” I blurt, feeling my cheeks turn pink. “I mean, we are married, and it is our wedding night.”

“It is our wedding night, and I agree, we would be careless not to cover all our bases.” Silac’s hold tightens on me again as he chuckles. His tongue flicks out to taste my skin, and I squirm while I consider what that tongue would feel like on my clit.

“You’re already in half form, so should I change too?” I ask, kind of wondering how we’re going to do this. I’ve fucked both Caspian and Tirrian in half form. Tirrian’s half form isn’t too extreme, but Cas’s tentacles sure are, and I’m kind of curious about snake sex.

“I won’t need to bite you to change you into a naga because you have your own form, but I will still need to bite you to seal the mating bond… That’s if you still want to mate,” Silac replies, but he won’t look me in the eye.

I put my finger on his chin and make him look at me. “Of course I do. Would I have gone through all the trouble of marrying you if I didn’t? Please bite me and make me yours.”

“You will have to bite me back too,” he says, and I can get on board with that. I can’t wait to see my bite marks scar his skin. I love seeing my marks on Nikos and my cats. Maybe I need to bite the others just to put my mark on them.

“Okay, let me go, and I’ll change.” I pat his body wrapped around me, but he doesn’t release me completely, just loosens his hold. He drags down the zipper on Kinga’s wedding dress. It’s not easy, but I manage to shimmy out of it, and he tosses it to the floor. Now, I’m just wearing panties and nothing else. His heated gaze skims my form, and he groans.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hands slowly caress my skin, his touch cooler than my body temperature, making me shiver. His scales warm beneath me as my heat sinks into them, and I feel those two lumps I’ve been fascinated with under his skin hardening. I’m finally going to experience naga sex.

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