Chapter 9 #2
“I’m fine, we’re all okay. Just worried about what’s going to happen to us.
” I had a feeling that the Queen of the Clan wanted to get rid of each of us.
There had been gawkers staring at us through the open door when our guards visited us with Corin, but nobody was reaching out to be our friend.
As Zathar’s mate, supposedly, I was a huge threat and at the same time, nothing at all.
“Good, I’m going to get you out. Tomorrow night. I promise. Can you hold on a little longer, my brave mate?” Zathar asked me. I didn’t tell him he shouldn’t call me his mate. Right now I kind of liked how it made me feel when he said that. Like I was wanted and like I belonged.
“We can do that, can we help in any way?” More than anything, I didn’t want him to leave yet.
I wanted to keep talking to him, find out what he’d been doing for two days that meant he couldn’t talk to us, me, sooner.
I wanted to know he was okay, and that I had been thinking of him, and especially if he’d been thinking of me.
“These holes are a good start. Here, I think I can give you one of my knives. Use it to work on this wall once it gets dark tomorrow. I’ll be here at midnight, I’ll break you out, and we’ll go over the palisade.
” He pulled his tail from my fingers, slid it back outside, and then I saw the glint of metal as he pushed the promised knife through the hole.
I took it, worried that he was already leaving, but the tip of his tail came back through.
Shoving the knife across the dirt floor away from me, I reached for him.
I wanted to make sure he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
“Zathar, what’s going on?” I asked, which wasn’t goodbye, I really didn’t want him to go.
And maybe he didn’t want to leave either because I heard movement as his body slid along the wall when he settled.
“My mother wants me to mate her favorite to make her heir. I don’t want to, I have you.
She’s given me three days to think about it, but I already know my answer.
” My chest felt tight when I realized how committed he was to me.
Accepting the mate his mother wanted for him meant returning to the fold and being allowed back into the Clan.
I understood just how huge a choice it was to leave so that he could be with me.
With Vera Clayborne, the black sheep, the unwanted child.
“I couldn’t visit sooner because they have been trying hard to keep me busy, hunts, parties, visits, and training advice.
It’s all to make me see how much I’d be missing out if I picked you.
She doesn’t understand, it’s not the same for Naga females as it is for males.
My mind is made up, Vera, you’re mine.” His voice turned all rough and husky on the last words and my body felt like it went liquid in response.
I melted from the inside out, heat pooling in my belly, my heart a mess.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I said, I wasn’t some possession to be claimed. It was just token resistance I was feeling, which scared me a little. Reid’s words rang in my head even though he said he hadn’t meant them. Was I latching on to the first person that made me feel like I belonged?
“Yeah, you do,” he shot back, and then his voice filled with amused satisfaction.
“You even like it when I say such things.” I wanted to deny that but I was turned on, my passage aching, and my clit throbbing.
I had never had a response this strong from just a few words, but everything about Zathar seemed to be sexy.
His tail had been coiled around my fingers, but now it unwound.
Like it could sense my heat and like he could see me right through the wall.
The agile tip nudged against my thigh and then slid up it.
My jeans were thin enough that I could feel the heat of him through the fabric but not the texture of his scales.
Because I couldn’t really see him I felt bolder, or I wouldn’t have let this happen; I was sure.
Spreading my thighs, I let him slide that appendage all the way to the seam at my crotch.
When he flicked the tip over it, I jolted, biting down hard on my lip so as not to make a sound.
He knew anyway, I could tell from the long, drawn-out hiss he quietly released.
“The things I wish to do to you,” he groaned.
“Be quiet mate, while I give you a taste.”
I could imagine him sitting with his back to the wall, his tail curled around so he could reach me through the hole. His head tilted back to the sky, eyes closed while his tongue lashed the air, drawing scents into his mouth. Was he tasting my arousal that way?
His tail pressed more firmly against my slit, stroking me in a maddeningly slow but steady rhythm.
My body grew tight, my passage spasming on nothing.
I bit my lip to contain any sound that wanted to escape.
I cast a look over my shoulder to make sure that Reid and Cosima were still sleeping.
I could only just see Reid’s big feet sticking out from behind a crate; they were otherwise completely obscured, good.
“Faster, Zathar. Please,” I whispered, desperate for him to help me find that pinnacle and leap off the edge.
Was he touching himself while touching me?
Was that why he was making soft hissing and groaning noises?
I really wanted to know but at the same time, that would break the spell.
Without this wall between us, literally, I wasn’t sure I was ready to let him touch me the way he was.
“Like this?” He asked and his motions sped up, the tail flicking along the seam of my jeans with more speed and a little more pressure.
Heat spiraled through me, yeah, that was it.
So close. I wondered what it would feel like if I opened my pants and let him slide his tail inside of me, would it feel like sex?
My hand was already hovering over the button of my pants before I stopped myself. No, I couldn’t do that, not when the others could wake up at any moment. Too bad, it would probably feel so good.
Zathar’s tail flicked me at a steady pace, but it was the feeling of a coil of him clenching around my thigh that helped set me off.
With that pressure I could suddenly vividly imagine him holding me with his entire body, coiling around me as he fucked me.
The fantasy was so vivid I came with a gasp, thumping my forehead against the wall and biting my hand to muffle the noises rising from my throat.
My legs were shaking, clamping around the tail curled between them and pinning it in place.
When I came back to my senses, I could hear Zathar’s panted breathing coming through the wall.
“Yes, that’s it, beautiful. I need a taste, can you do that for me?
Stick your hand beneath your coverings and coat your fingers with your essence.
Please, I need it.” It was the desperate sound of his voice that had me flick open the button on my pants before I could come to my senses.
My folds were slick and swollen from my orgasm, coated with my wetness.
I was sensitive to the touch when I rubbed my fingers through the evidence of my arousal for him.
Nerves struck me when I started to stick my hand through the higher hole to offer it to him, but by then it was too late.
His hand grasped mine, holding me tight, and then his split tongue flicked against my fingers, lapping away my desire like it was his favorite treat.
I shuddered, my belly clenching with more arousal, why was that so damn sexy?
Why did his tongue on my fingers feel so good?
I had never considered my hand to be an erogenous zone but tonight it definitely was.
My body was already climbing to another peak, and this time, he wasn’t touching anything but my fingers.
It seemed like tonight was one of many firsts for me.
Then Zathar’s tail slid along my thigh, arrowing back for my core, feeling its way along my leg until it found the unbuttoned opening. His tail stroked along the bare skin of my belly, down into my pants, and pressed between my thighs again, this time with full skin-on-scale contact.
When the tip found my opening it was all over, I wasn’t going to stop him, it felt too good.
As it filled me, narrower than a cock, thicker than a finger, my hand found my clit and I strummed myself in time with the push and pull he started with his tail into my core.
I splintered apart in seconds, panting, my passage clamping down on him like a vice, pulsing with my orgasm.
He growled, and I knew he’d come too. He’d shared in the pleasure every step of the way.
I really hoped nobody had seen him, and that the others hadn’t heard me.
That would be embarrassing. Although I felt a little embarrassed anyway, sitting here with my pants wide open and his tail buried deep in my pussy, my fingers coated in my own come, one stuck through the wall where Zathar still had hold of my fingers, even if he had stopped licking them like a man possessed.
I pulled my hand free from my pants, then his tail, wincing when that made my passage ache, not because he’d made it sore, but because I felt empty. “That… oh…” I started to say but I really had no words. I couldn’t believe I’d let things get this far, through a wall; it was crazy.
Zathar seemed far more collected when he slid his tail back out through the hole, his grip on my hand tightening to make sure I couldn’t retreat yet.
“That was perfect. Thank you, my mate. I will keep your scent with me as I prepare for our escape. Stay safe, Vera.” Then he let go, finally allowing me to retreat.