Page 11 of Alien Naga's Prize
Her chest heaves, mesmerizing me with its movement, making my body want to sway again. Her dress has a cut outsection which displays her creamy skin. I want to lick it. I want to lick all of her.
I’m going to have to get a grip on myself. I need her, but not for this, not for carnal pleasures.
“I think we need to get married, my little sunray. We’re causing a scene,” I murmur.
Jenna blinks and looks around. There are a number of Starlight Bride staff members hovering nearby with worried expressions on their faces, along with several other couples.
“Your eyes,” she says. “They’re incredible.”
“I have many incredible parts.” I grin at her. She blinks again, and I see fear flit over her face. “And they all belong to you, my goddess.” I release her and give her a bow I haven’t used in nova-years.
Then I hold out my hand to her. Jenna looks around, bites her bottom lip in a way which very nearly has my cocks extruding once again, then she takes it. We re-enter the ceremony room, much to the obvious relief of Piet.
“Thought we’d made an error for a nova-minute,” he says. “Our algorithms are usually foolproof, but…”
“Sometimes the groom eats the bride?” I finish his sentence.
Jenna shoots me a look of horror.
“I won’t be eating you, little sunray.” I lean in close. “At least not in the way you seem to be imagining right now.”
I inwardly berate myself for the last remark. This deal is going to have to be strictly business, no matter what my cocks think or my scent organ wants.
This little female is not my mate. I don’t do mates or mating. I want to do my last job and retire on the proceeds.
Alone.
Piet clears his throat and waves a few tentacles in the air.
“If you’re both ready, we can begin.”
JENNA
Iam very hot. Far too hot in this dress and next to the vast chunk of muscle which is my soon to be husband.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Piet says with a huge smile. “You may kiss the bride.”
Myhusbandlooks down at me. His huge hand comes up and cups my face.
“If you will permit me, my goddess,” he rumbles in his death by chocolate voice. “I don’t normally conclude a contract with a kiss, but the occasion calls for it.”
I should be running. I should have carried on running. Azul has a mouth filled with fangs and eyes which stopped me in my tracks. I should say no. Everything about him screams predator.
Instead I nod my head, and his lips hit mine in a demanding kiss made all the more incredible by the way his tongue flicks around my mouth. A forked tongue.
When he releases me, some parts are even hotter than before.
Nope. He might be handsome, with his glittering scales and beautiful eyes, along with muscles which go on for days, butthis is not happeningbetween us.
I have a mission. I have a life to reclaim, only better than before. I can’t let a delicious piece of eye candy get in my way.
I pat him on his chest.
“Thank you, um, husband,” I say, forcing a smile because my stomach is in knots…and I just patted him on his chest.
He was warmer than I expected, the scales smooth and silky under my touch, his defined muscles hard.
“We should be going,wife,” he responds, his mesmerizing eyes dancing with an emotion I can’t quite place.