Page 47 of Naga Warrior's Mate

“Dernin,” she breathed out his name.

He moved his fingers, stroking the bundle of nerves within her, each thrust in sync with the movements of his tongue.The dual assault was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge once more.

Alaysia’s hands found his hair again, her fingers tugging at the strands as she writhed beneath him.“I’m...I’m going to—”

Her words were cut off as another orgasm ripped through her, her body arching off the floor as she cried out her release.Dernin’s gaze remained locked on her face, the sight of her ecstasy fueling his own arousal to near-unbearable heights.His member throbbed painfully beneath his garment, demanding to be set free, to claim what was his.

As her tremors subsided, Dernin withdrew his fingers, watching as she collapsed back onto the carpet, her chest heaving with exertion.

He moved up to lie beside her, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand tracing lazy circles on her stomach.Her skin was flushed, a soft sheen of perspiration making it glow in the firelight.

Alaysia turned her head to look at him, a small, sated smile playing on her lips.“I’ve never felt like this before,” she admitted, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek.

Dernin captured her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.“I will always provide for you,” he vowed.

She reached for him then, her fingers deftly working the ties of his garment, and he knew that the time for words had passed.With a groan of surrender, Dernin allowed her to undress him, revealing the full extent of his desire.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and for a moment, he felt a flicker of vulnerability.But then she reached out, her hand encircling his girth, and any doubt he might have harbored was incinerated by the heat of her touch.

“I want you, Dernin,” Alaysia said, her voice steady and sure.“All of you.”

With a low growl of need, Dernin positioned himself over her, the blunt head of his large member nudging against her slick entrance.He entered her slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size.The mate bond between them flared to life, a tangible connection that bound their souls together as closely as their bodies.

As he moved within her, each thrust punctuated by the soft cries that escaped her lips, Dernin knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.With every stroke, he claimed her as his mate, a fierce possessiveness mingling with the tender emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

They moved together, each rhythmic thrust bringing them closer to the brink.And when Alaysia’s body clenched around him, her orgasm triggering his own, Dernin knew he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side for all the days of his life.

As their bodies cooled and their breathing evened out, Dernin gathered Alaysia into his arms, her head resting against his chest.He felt the steady thrum of her heartbeat, a perfect counterpoint to the low purr of contentment that rumbled through his own chest.

Dernin soon helped Alaysia lace up her dress, his fingers lingering on each tie.The satin whispered against her skin as he worked, and he fought the urge to pull her back into his arms.Her scent, mixed with his own, marked her as his mate, sending a primal surge of satisfaction through him.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he murmured, running his fingers through the tangled red waves.

“And whose fault is that?”Alaysia shot back, a playful gleam in her eyes as she attempted to smooth it down.

They crept through the carpeted hallways, Dernin’s keen senses alert for any approach.His tail moved silently across the soft floor as he guided Alaysia past ornate tapestries and gilded mirrors.The sounds of the celebration grew louder as they neared the main hall.

At the entrance to the celebration hall, Alaysia straightened her dress one final time.Dernin’s eyes tracked a bead of sweat trailing down her neck, disappearing beneath the neckline of her gown.He growled low in his throat.

“Behave,” she whispered, though her pupils dilated at the sound.“We can’t give ourselves away.”

“I don’t care.Let them see,” Dernin replied, his voice rough with possession.But he knew she was right.They couldn’t risk discovery right now, not with their freedom so close at hand.

They reluctantly separated, entering the celebration hall from different directions.Dernin watched as she gracefully rejoined the crowd like nothing ever happened.

Chapter 24

Alaysia

SlaveattendantsfussedoverAlaysia’s appearance the next morning, their hands working through her red waves with practiced efficiency.She stared at her reflection in the polished metal mirror, barely recognizing herself beneath the elaborate styling and shimmering fabric they draped her in.

“Hold still,” one attendant muttered, weaving golden threads through her hair.

Alaysia’s stomach knotted with each passing minute.The championship match loomed closer, and with it, her fate hung in precarious balance.She closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart.

“Arms up,” another attendant commanded, cinching the silk dress tighter around her waist.

The fabric whispered against her skin, reminding her of softer touches from the night before.Heat crept into her cheeks as fragments of memories drifted through her mind—Dernin’s gentle hands, his whispered promises, the way he’d looked at her as if she was precious beyond measure.

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