I Married a Naga (Prime Mating Agency, #2)

by Regine Abel

“I can taste the worry my words have stirred in you,” Szaro said. “I am taking you as my mate, Serena Bello. Ordosians bind for life. I have no control over what you will do, only over my own actions. Therefore, I will endeavor to be the best possible mate for you for as long as I draw breath, or until such time as you decide I’m not worthy.” “It

The Temern didn’t convince him to bond with you. Szaro had already decided to claim you as his mate last night. In his mind, he did so to save you, but I know my mating-brother. It is his heart that spoke. There’s a reason none of our females found grace in his eyes.”

“But this is fate. I’ve seen the way you look at Szaro. Ordosians may be strange to you in appearance, but you’re still drawn to our Great Hunter. Do not overthink your situation, Serena. Let nature take its course. You are exactly where you are meant to be.”

“No, my mate. You have been thrown into a situation you weren’t ready for,” he said gently. “The day you bare yourself in my presence, it will be because you want to, not because you feel you have to. I will not have you ever be uncomfortable because of me. I will be outside.”

“One thing I can promise you, my Serena, is that once you’ve been with an Ordosian, you’ll have no more use for human men,” he whispered in a purring tone that messed me up inside.

You saw vulnerable beings in danger, and you rushed headfirst to the rescue without much concern for your own safety. You have a big heart, my mate. But you cannot help anyone if you get yourself killed in the process.”

“You’re seriously the best mattress ever,” I mumbled, rubbing my face on the soft scales of his neck before trying to snuggle some more.

A voice at the back of my head said I should probably pull my hand away, not indulge in these kinds of tender interactions that would deepen our bond. But I silenced it. Something had happened last night. Or rather, something had been happening since our Ordosian wedding ceremony. Yesterday’s hunt and last night only reinforced it. I didn’t know if this marriage could work, or if I even wanted it to. I just no longer wanted to fight whatever was happening between us. Let the chips fall where they may.

From his alien cock wrecking me, to the gentle scraping of his scales against my naked flesh, and to the rattling growl of his moans in my ear, my world narrowed down to Szaro claiming me… destroying me.

The impressed expression on her face tickled me pink. But seeing Erastra lift her chin proudly touched me even more. In that instant, I knew I would perform my ass off on that circle, not only to restore Szaro’s honor, but to vindicate my mother-in-law for the humiliation she and her family had endured over this misunderstanding.

As the music began to slow down, Serena came back to the center of the circle and gestured for me to come. My heart overflowed with pride and too many emotions to give them a name as I went to her. My mate circled around me a few times, her ribbon swirling in complex patterns, erasing any doubt that I’d been properly claimed and bound. The music came to a stop at the same time my female did right in front of me. I pulled her into my embrace and crushed her lips in a possessive kiss while my tail wrapped around her.

To my shock, my dancing ribbon became an overnight sensation. The poor seamstress got swamped with requests—the Ordosian females wanting them in pairs, like their bands. Catching a few females practicing with them gave me warm fuzzies.

I could get over them… once I recovered from the culture shock. But I loved that I could discuss it with Szaro, and he didn’t get offended by my involuntary responses.

However, these days, the Federation was the least of my concerns. I had a front row seat to the spectacle of the Ordosian version of a man flu.

To think a spiked peen had terrified me. How clueless I had been…

“I will continue to lock with you whenever you are in your fertile period, even if it is pointless. I love being this closely joined with you. I also do not worry about your uncertainties. You are my soulmate. The Goddess plucked you from the stars and sent you to me. You were made for me and for this world. In your heart, I believe you already know it. But take the human time you need. Nothing will change the inevitable.”

“I love you, Serena Bello,” Szaro said forcefully. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, with a swarm of offspring filling our dwelling. I want to carve every centimeter of our home’s entrance with the decades of memories we will forge together. I want to fill the walls of our younglings’ rest rooms with their history as they grow and thrive. I want to travel every corner of Trangor with you by my side, show you the beauty of this world and rediscover it through your eyes. And I want us to have all of this because you choose me, because you choose us and that future. Not because you are trapped by a biological and hormonal reaction.”

“He is magnificent, my mate,” I said, my throat constricted with emotion. “He is,” she said with a nod, tears brimming in her eyes. “He’s his father’s spitting image.” She turned to look at me with a world of love in her eyes. “The day Kayog told me I had to marry an Ordosian to avoid execution, I thought my life was over. I never would have imagined it was in fact the beginning of a fairy tale. Thank you for saving my life and for committing to me when I was too blind to see that my happiness was standing right before me.”