Page 58 of The Naga

Khush put his mark on me, and I made a vow to myself that I'd never let it disappear completely. Every time it started fading, I'd ask him to mark me again so I'd always have the proof of his love on my skin.

Twenty-Five

Khush

I was surrounded byDustin. His skin, his scent, his voice, his taste. Everything was him, and he was everything.

Slowly, I retracted my fangs, licking over the wound to close it. I didn't know what exactly Dustin felt when I bit him, but he'd explained it as a warm glow that filled him with pleasure, and that was more than enough motivation for me to bite him whenever he asked for it.

I spent a few moments longer licking and kissing the spot I'd bitten, making sure the wound stopped bleeding, before I pulled my head back and took a good look at my mate.

His eyes were half closed, his hands clutching lightly at my sides, his lips parted as soft, barely audible sounds escaped him. He rocked his hips up to meet my thrusts as if on autopilot, and his holes squeezed around my cocks in a rhythm that drew me closer and closer to my climax.

"Fuck, Dustin. You look so fucking perfect. If I could freeze this moment just like this..." I trailed off with a shake of my head, and Dustin forced his eyes open with visible effort, then gave me a little taste of that sass I loved so much.

"You do know there's a thing called a camera, right?"

Chuckling, I leaned closer to press a kiss to his lips, and his arms snapped tight around me like a trap, holding me to him as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth, speeding up my thrusts as I felt my orgasm drawing close.

"Are you saying," I groaned as he bit my lower lip, punishing me for trying to talk when he clearly wanted to continue kissing him, "you'll let me take a picture of you sometime?"

Dustin gazed up at me as he breathed choppily, his nostrils flaring as his lungs tried to pull in more oxygen. "As long as you keep them to yourself, maybe."

Groaning at the thought of taking pictures of a sex-rumpled Dustin with his flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and bruised neck, I kissed him again as I drove deeper and deeper inside him, determined to give him the best orgasm he'd ever had.

Dustin's fingers scraped against my back, nails digging into my skin. I was pretty sure he'd scratched me hard enough to make me bleed, and the sharp sting of pain pushed me even closer to my release.

"Are you close?" I asked against Dustin's lips, and he nodded quickly, a sharp whine escaping his lips as I thrust deep inside him.

My pace became punishingly hard after that as I chased both our climaxes, and when Dustin started shuddering and shakingin my arms, it didn't take long before I was spilling inside him too, filling both his holes with my cum as I kept slowly thrusting into him.

As my climax drew to an end, I wrapped my tail around us both, binding us together as my cocks stayed inside Dustin. It was a mating instinct that I hadn't felt with anyone else ever before. Maybe it was a fated mates thing, but the naga in me insisted on holding Dustin close and making sure my release stayed inside him for as long as possible.

Dustin hummed softly as he nuzzled my neck, his limbs loose and relaxed under me. I turned us around so he was on top and not being crushed by my weight, and he sighed happily, too sated to care as I manhandled him.

"You okay?" I asked, running my fingers through his sweaty hair and pushing it away from his face.

Dustin hummed again, apparently unable—or unwilling—to form any words. I smiled down at him, then reached over to flick off the lamp, dousing us into almost complete darkness as the moon shone down at us from above.

Tightening my arms around Dustin, I pressed a kiss on top of his head, smiling when his lips puckered against my neck and he gave me a kiss in return.

He mumbled something against my neck, and I wondered if he was asleep already because his words were completely illegible.

"What did you say, sweetheart?"

He raised his head a little and I could see that it took real effort. My mate needed some sleep, stat. "I said, 'I wonder if I could bite you too.'"

I raised my brows, surprised by the question. "Do youwantto bite me?"

Dustin shrugged almost imperceptibly, as if that was all he had the energy to do. "Maybe."

"Well, you can bite me if you want," I told him, and he sighed before snuggling into my neck again.

I jerked in surprise when Dustin's teeth scraped against my neck, and then laughed. "I didn't meannow."

Dustin grumbled nonsensically but didn't try to bite me again, though he stayed snuggled into my neck. I'd never seen Dustin so...comfortable. Usually, after we had sex, he either fell asleep almost instantly, or insisted on covering up since he got cold easily, but right then, he was doing neither. He seemed happy to just lie there, and I didn't mind it one bit.

We stayed like that for a while, and once my instincts relaxed, I unwound my tail from around us and slowly slid out of Dustin.

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