Page 34 of Alien Naga's Prize
My destiny.
Jenna belongs to me. Her tasty cunt is mine and I will have it.
Once I have given her what she wants.
We do the slide three more times, each time Jenna demanding another go until finally she’s panting too hard to run again.
“Enough,” she says. “I’ve got a stitch.” She grabs at her side. “You’re too much.”
“You are injured?” I immediately have her in my arms, pulling her onto a bed of soft vegetation to inspect her abdomen.
“No, silly, I’ve got a cramp from laughing and running,” she says with a sigh. “I feel like a kid again,” Jenna adds as she stares up at the sky above us. “This wasn’t…” She starts to speak then closes her mouth again.
“What? I query.
“I was going to say this wasn’t what I expected when I won the lottery. Only I didn’t win the lottery, did I?” She turns to face me. “I won you.”
I chuckle. “If you consider me a prize.”
“I’m not ruling out the possibility there was no luck involved.” Jenna snorts. “Merely DNA.”
“DNA?” I query.
“I was asked to give samples when I entered.”
I can feel my mating venom glands starting up. “Starlight Brides asked you for your DNA?” I say, attempting not to salivate.
“Didn’t you provide yours?”
Do I dare tell her I was drunk when I signed up? I have no idea what I handed over. But if I did…if they have some way of determining compatibility between species…
To find fated mates? Is that even possible?
“I must have, and it seems Starlight Brides have a way of making sure their matches are permanent.”
I study her face, each line already etched in my memory, her bright eyes, her full lips, the sweet nose, upturned at the end, the sprinkling of marks over her cheeks, each one a light star on her face.
“Is that what you want?” Her chest heaves, and I’m distracted for a moment. “Because if you don’t, I understand. We have an agreement after all.”
“I want you, my Jenna. I want to mate you until you lose your voice from screaming my name. I want to fill your belly with my young. I want to take you back to Glycon and make you my princess. I love you, little mate. You are the one I’ve been waiting for.”
Jenna blinks at me for a second or two, and then I do the only thing I know how. I kiss her.
I kiss her to make her mine.
JENNA
Azul’s forked tongue sweeps my mouth, and I’m left breathless, not from his kiss, but from what he said to me.
I am his fated mate?
So, the inexplicable pull I’ve felt towards him all along is true? He is more than a random male pulled from the Starlight Brides database?
My stomach dips as his hands easily spirit away my swimwear. Azul has made it very clear he wants to make a baby with me. Something I wasn’t sure was possible, but now, maybe it is…and the thought sends a spike of heat through me.
“You smell amazing, little sunray,” Azul groans over my mouth. “You smell delicious and fertile.”
His hand strays over my stomach. “I could fill this belly with young if you want. See you grow ripe and round, mate you at every opportunity to keep your sweet cunt fed and full.”