Cottonmouth Quotes

“She came to me. As my eyes rove over her form tucked against my chest, my nerves bristle, uncertain what to do now that she is here. Despite the walls around us, danger is everywhere, and I question my ability to keep her now that I have her. One zap from Ursula’s device and she could be taken away. She came to me… What I expected after she had been alone with me long enough, I did not know. I only knew I needed her to come to me. Yet when she remained beyond my reach longer than the others, her strength visibly waning, my paranoia grew. Pressing her form closer to me, I gently run my hand over her hair. It is as soft as it appears, and her wayward curls catch my fingers, curling around them. Wanting more, I search for her hair tie and slowly tug it out.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“Groaning, I close my eyes, and when I reopen them she is watching me. Her mouth is open and her cheeks are red. She’s staring at where my prick bulges from my tail as her breath quickens. Looking away, she shifts and clamps her legs together, but not before her arousal reaches me across the room. Thicker than it has ever been, my appendage jerks. Intoxicated with need, a hiss rumbles from my chest. She adjusts her position again, glancing at me, then away to the door, just to glance right back. “I want you to be my mate,” I rasp, telling her what she thinks I owe her. “Is that what you needed to hear?” I ask when she remains silent. Her eyes shift to my face. “Yes.” “I can smell you, female,” I murmur, “even from over here.” Her discomfort is evident, and her cheeks flush red before she covers them with her hands. “I don’t want to know that.” I lift one of mine and offer it to her again. “I will not hurt you. If I wanted to, I would have already done so.” I wait, frozen in place as she decides, her uneasy shuffling and apprehension apparent. It has been hours.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“They relink the chains to Syasku’s bands, and the sound of clanging metal sounds the space. Once he’s secured, the soldiers remove his cage and step away. “You’re dismissed,” Pierce orders. They file out of the room, never once looking my way. “Commander Pierce.” I step toward the man who is often at my father’s side. A man I’ve known since I was a child, someone who once intimidated me into silence whenever he was near. He doesn’t frighten me anymore. “Not now, Vivian.” He dismisses me and he strides up to Syasku. As he does, Syasku’s face wrenches, his lips pull back, and his body starts shaking uncontrollably. Realizing Pierce is hurting him, I rush forward. “Fucker,” Pierce curses, ramping up the electricity. “Stop!” I grab his arm. “You’re hurting him!” He throws me off him, and I stumble away. Pivoting, I seize his arm again. “Stop!” Pierce doesn’t throw me off this time. Instead, his scowl deepens as he looks at me. Syasku’s convulsions come to an abrupt end, and his body slumps into his restraints. The reek of burnt flesh and static floods my nose, making me want to gag.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“Staring ahead at Syasku, his hand remains stretched toward me, patiently waiting… I lick my lips and take a small step forward. That was… easier than I thought it would be. Closing my eyes, I inhale and debate the stupidity of this decision one final time. Straightening, I walk over to him and accept his hand. He pulls me into him and I moan, allowing him to move me. Pushing my nose against him, I inhale again. Shivering and leaning into his warmth, his earthy musk, he leads me to his side of the room. Pulling me down on him while still facing him, I lie within the coil of his tail. With my cheek resting on his chest, my eyes hood, soothed by the sound of his wildly thumping heartbeat. My eyelids drift the rest of the way closed. He’ll never be able to hurt me more than I already am.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“I sense Ursula behind the mirrored wall by the time the frantic banging on the door stops and the female turns back to face me, deciding what she is going to do. I do not envy her. She has been tricked or coerced. I do not know what Ursula tells them to make them come here, and based on their reactions when they first see me, they were not fully aware of what awaited them. One chose to huddle in a corner, frozen in terror. One tried to talk to me. Another approached and tried to touch me. They are each given their time, and as their desperation sinks in and nothing they do works, they are taken away, never to return. There is no chance with me. Not anymore. I know better than that. And since all Ursula does is take, I expect that that is what she is planning the moment one catches my attention. Vivian had caught my attention, held it, and the way she smelled familiar… My nostrils flare as I push the memory away. Now she is gone too, and my prick aches having been allowed to return to the sheath of my tail. Because of her soft brown eyes, her voice, her interest in me…”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“legs, Syasku’s lips part, and a low vibration fills the room. It turns into a soothing hum that sends prickles up my arms. Unlike anything I’ve heard before, it settles my anxiety. Like a lullaby, his hiss cascades over me in gentle waves, calming my frayed nerves and quieting my scattered thoughts. Easing into my chair, the tension seeps from my limbs, fading into the background. There’s a stillness around us like there’s no one else but him and me, no one else anywhere. “Please, let me help you,” I whisper. His humming deepens, growing richer, and thicker, and the rest of my guard drops, subduing me completely. As my eyes hood and my body melts into the chair, a slit opens in his tail and a long, thick appendage emerges. Like a sword being brandished from his pelvic region, his girth curves toward his chest, his cock’s tip lodged in the air, leaning into him. The underside of it bulges outward, faintly knotted into a ball that ripples downward to his base, the creases becoming more rigid the closer they get to his tail. The length and thickness larger than any human man’s.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“Other than his eyes roaming over me, he doesn’t respond. I swallow. “We’re here hoping for our salvation,” I tell him. “We’re searching for weapons and technology to help us in the fight to come. Instead, we found you.” Still nothing, nothing except his gaze traveling along my body. “Do you know who or what the Ketts are? Have you spoken to or encountered a Lurkawathian?”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“We know you can speak. It is duly noted that your kind communicates in the common tongue.” He remains quiet. She taps her tablet in frustration. “Have it your way. If you still won’t speak willingly, I think it’s time to try something new.” Ursula leans away and looks at me. “Vivian, hand me a scalpel.” I reach behind me and grab a sanitized one. I wish I were a person with integrity, a person with righteous morals who fought against the corrupt, but I’m not because I am afraid. I grew out of morals when my father introduced me to my mother. Her refusal to acknowledge my existence sealed which side I was on. My father’s. When I hand the scalpel to Ursula, I look down to discover the naga’s eyes locked on me. Like clockwork, my face spreads with heat—my body with tingles—and I swallow shallowly. Hot already from the temperature, I turn away. My hand cups my mask as I glance at Ursula and Muffin. Their focus is elsewhere. They don’t notice a thing. He notices. I know he does. Even through his fury, he knows something is up with me. It happens every time his gaze finds mine in the brief moments he’s awake. I’m sick. And I’m certain it’s because his fang sliced through my flesh. “Vivian, Muffin, leave the room.” Jumping, I turn back. “What? Why?”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“My heart is racing, my skin is flushed. The smell of earth and dirt fills my nostrils, stunning me. Feeling feverish, I swipe my hand across my brow and shake my head. Something isn’t right. I look at my hands and find them covered in blood. My chin radiates with pain. Touching the scrape, I flinch and glance around to see if anyone noticed but no one is paying attention to me. I quickly replace the mask over my face, but desperate for fresh air, I leave the terminal and head for my apartment. Thankfully I run into no one. Once I’m alone and behind closed doors, perfectly safe within the four walls of my unit, I feel the dampness between my legs. Dampness… from… My hand smells like… I tear off my clothes and run into the bathroom to clean up and bandage my chin. When my nerves settle and I’m composed once more, I head back to the medical sector and my office. Waiting for me is an encrypted message from Dr. Ursula. I close out my research paper and scan the note. Running my hands over my face, I sit back in my chair. My guess was correct; she’ll be in charge of the alien. Now I’m expected at her office thirty minutes before my next shift for a debriefing. I’ll be needed to run the technology they plan to use on him. Which means… I’ll be seeing the alien again, and soon. Very soon.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“Lifting my attention to his face, I freeze. His eyes are open. We stare at each other, his gaze hazy, unfocused, and slitted. Too alarmed to move, I watch as his lips twitch and a deep humming sound emanates from them. My brow furrows just as he jerks upward, his mouth aiming for my throat. His fangs catch my mask, knocking it down my face. I grab onto his shoulders to stop from falling on top of him, but his body braces to launch at me again. When I push off him, a scream swelling in my throat, his arm snaps the chain holding him to the bed. He strikes once more, and my back hits the podule wall while his hand catches my throat and squeezes, forcing me back toward him. I stumble into the solid wall of his chest. Hitching, knowing I’m about to die, I’m flooded by his earthy scent as his powerful muscles flex beneath me. I scream as I’m yanked away and gunfire erupts. Soldiers flood the area between us and I’m pushed farther back. A body is thrown across the shipping intake. I try to duck and flee when the hand on my arm tightens. “Lock the podule before he escapes!” Pierce drags me back into the chaos just as the alien breaks his arm loose from one of his restraints.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth

“Father came to me after Laura’s departure and threatened my freedom, promising me another round of isolation inside the Yulen medical storage if I had anything to do with her escape, or was withholding anything from him. It was how he would punish me as a child and later as a young adult—locking me away with no company and with nothing to do except work on my studies for months on end. The isolation was worse than a beating. I never knew when he would return or let me out. Nervous about the consequences, I didn’t know what to say other than I’d never spoken to her. I thought he knew that. He’s always watching. He’s the Supreme Commander of The Dreadnaut.”
― Naomi Lucas, Cottonmouth