Page 77 of Black Mamba

Safe. Secure.

Seen.

“You grasp me like a fist.” He undulates his hips, eliciting a moan from me. “I fit all the way inside you… and you like it…” His voice is edged with barely restrained awe. “You like it.”

Planting his hands on the ground on either side of me, he abruptly thrusts hard and fast.

I tighten my grip on him as his thrusting frenzies, his movements jerky and quick. Gasping each time his knot hits my g-spot, I dig my heels into the ground and meet his thrusts. His eyes darken with desire.

His cock enlarges, grazing my sensitive spot with each frenetic jab. As the precipice nears, my limbs give out. My legs fall open. My orgasm shatters me from within. He thrusts hard as his movements slow, growing more impactful with each subsequent contact of our bodies. I flail as pleasure rips through me and my fever stifles my breath.

“Yes!” I drop my head back, feeling each wave of my orgasm reignite my nerves. As my orgasm subsides, I ease into the pleasant sensations of his body moving over mine, surrounding me on every side.

Soon, he grips me hard, spilling his seed.

The morning is gone before we untangle our bodies.

I shift my legs under me and sit upright, pulling over my pack. I take out my undershirt from yesterday to clean myself with.

He looks at me.

Feeling his gaze as I dress, I glance at him. “What?”

“I have spilled my seed inside you multiple times now. Are you not worried about quickening with my young?”

“No… I’m not worried. Like I said, I’m on birth control. Anyways, can nagas and humans really even procreate?”

He leans away, his gray, stormy gaze scaling over my form. “Humans and nagas can have young… But it does not alwayssss happen.”

I stand fully dressed, uncomfortable with the subject. “Look, I’m not saying no to kids. I’m just saying I can’t have them now. I don’t want you to think that there may be a child coming out of this…”

He trails the back of his fingers down my cheek. “I do not need young right now, Elena. I only need you. Though I like the idea of you in that way in the future, I only wish to have you as my mate and within my nest.”

I shiver at his words, at the way he makes me want the same thing. “I need to find Jenna.”

“I know.” He faces the trees after grabbing my pack and throwing it over his shoulder. “Let us return to your people and see if she is here.”

He reaches out his hand, and looking at it, I take it. “We’re heading back for the encampment?”

He nods and stamps out the fire with his tail. “We will return here tonight, after our search is done.”

“I’ll leave the other bag then,” I say, briefly glancing at the satchel the soldiers gave me. It’s filled with a set of clothes, a blanket, and some basic supplies—stuff I already have in my pack.

As he leads me away from our grove and into the forest, I debate asking him to take me to a brook first so I can wash. But I decide against it when the sound of machines fills my ears. Shortly after, a few drones appear to follow us as the trees thin out.

At the edge of the forest once more, I gaze out over the fields leading to the encampment.

I face Lukys. “I need to get inside to view the registry, but I also need to ask around outside since not everyone may be on that registry.”

“I do not have entitlementssss.”

“I know⁠—”

Just then a large naga, the one I saw speeding past me the evening before, appears outside the tents before the central pavilion. My mouth closes then parts, immediately awed by the naga’s massive size. I point to him. “He’s huge.”

“That is Darolussss.”

I glance at Lukys, surprised. “You know him?”