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Lord Kurzon Sarthak, Viscount Aurleon has found his fated mate, and will contrive all manner of ways to ensure she wants to claim him as much as he wants her.
Please note: There will be biting, knotting, and graphic sex between consenting adults.
Featured tropes include: fated mates; instalove; size difference; pheromone-induced, graphically-described sex between consenting adults.
Nooriya Sella smoothedan errant wrinkle on her uniform. She had served in many noble houses before, but this was the first time she served a naga household.
She didn’t have a problem with the bete monde. Quite the opposite. She was enamored of them.
The Valentano Keep had an old pedigree, and their wealth was obvious in the opulence of their home. But it was not just the grandeur of the house that had caught her attention, it was the naga themselves. Their sinuous bodies, adorned with shimmering scales, and their hypnotic eyes made her pulse race every time they looked her way. She had never felt this way about any of her previous employers.
Though she passed for human, she was convinced she had more than a little monstrous heritage diluted in her bloodline.
As she made her way to the master’s chambers to deliver his tea, she couldn’t help but replay the way Lord Aurleon’s forked tongue had flicked out and tasted the air when he had first seen her during her interview. It had sent a shiver down her spine and she had to clench her thighs together to fight off the sudden heat between them.
Two weeks later, and here she was trying not to make a fool of herself on her first proper day of employment. She needed to keep this job. She had been about ready to sell everything she owned—and perhaps a bit of herself—in order to gain passage to the Americas.
Thankfully, fate intervened, and she discovered the Earl needed another maid on his staff.
With relief, mingled with a touch of disappointment, Lord Aurleon’s rooms were empty. She should have expected that. After all, he was an important lord, likely with many appointments on his agenda.
“Thank you, Miss Sella.”
Nooriya nearly jumped out of her skin. She hadn’t heard Lord Aurleon entering. “Pardon me, my lord. I didn’t realize you were here.” She braved a look up at him to gauge his mood.
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “The fault is mine. I should have announced that I was entering my chambers.”
Was he teasing me?Nooriya thought to herself. Braving a look, she saw amusement graced Lord Aurleon’s fine features. Her stomach tightened, and other places lower pulsed with a radiating heat.
The lord was young and virile, only now returned to claim his estate from his father after serving his tour in the military. Nooriya’s heart was hammering in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. His eyes were a burnished copper that glinted with ruby red speckles. It complemented the variegated bronze and tan dorsal scales that ranged down his tail. His ventral scales, however, were the hallmark gold of House Sarthak, also known as the House of the Golden Serpents, of which Lord Kurzon Sarthak, Viscount Aurleon, was the named heir.
The naga lord's presence intoxicated her, and she knew she should remain composed and professional. Nooriya looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.
“Is there something I can assist you with, my lord?” she asked, struggling to keep her voice steady.
The naga lord slithered closer, and Nooriya couldn’t help but notice the way his scales glimmered in the light. He fixed his gaze on hers, and she felt as though he could see right through her. A shiver ran down her spine as he rested his large hand on her shoulder."I think I should ask you that question," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Is there something I can assist you with?”
Nooriya felt a surge of desire course through her body. How many times had she envisioned just this moment over the last two weeks? How many times had she dreamed of Kurzon pressing her against the wall, the naga lord’s hands roaming over her body? She would moan softly as he trailed kisses down her neck, his fangs grazing her skin lightly. She would feel him growing harder against her, and she knew she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
With a sudden burst of passion, he would lift her up and carry her over to the bed, laying her down gently. She dreamed of reaching up and tangling her fingers in his long, roan-colored hair, feeling the silk of it brushing against her skin. Then she would pull him down into a searing kiss, and he would respond eagerly, his tongue tangling with hers as they explored each other’s mouths with feverish intensity.
Then she would finally behold the glory of Kurzon’s twin cocks. She had only heard downstairs talk about naga male physiology, but there was no reason to doubt it. Whatever he hid in his sheath, she knew without a doubt, would be magnificent.
She wanted all those things and more, but knew her place. She couldn’t—now, she wouldn’t—jeopardize the boon of this employment posting.
With her gaze set firmly on the floor, she noted how Lord Aurleon’s tail looped into a circle around her, and yearned to feel it coil tightly around her body. “I have everything I need, my lord. I should check back with Gideon. She wished for me to accompany her to town for some purchases to go with the dinner meal.”
“Of course, Miss Sella. I would hate to inconvenience the head housekeeper. I look forward to tasting what you have to offer.”
Nooriya blinked up at Kurzon’s beatific face, trying to see if he intended a double meaning in his words. The swirl of red and gold in his eyes only made her pulse race faster. Without a word, she turned on her heel and nearly ran out of the room. She was so overwhelmed, as soon as she turned the corner and raced down the back stairwell, she snuck into a corner pantry to catch her breath. The throbbing between her legs became unbearable. Despite knowing that the housekeeper had waited for her, Nooriya backed into the far corner of the pantry and leaned against the wall. Lifting her skirts, she cupped her sex, pressing her cool fingers against the slick wet heat at the juncture of her thighs.She rubbed the pad of her thumb in circles over her swollen clit.
She imagined Kurzon kissing his way down her body, his hot breath teasing her navel, and then finally tasting her where she hungered for him most. His tongue would be rough, but no more than his touch. With one hand, he would spread her legs wide, granting himself full access to her forbidden depths. He would lick her hard, and then gently, coaxing out every drop of her honey. If she were very good, he would let her wrap her own fingers around his shafts, then he would fuck her until she screamed.
Waves of pleasure flooded her senses, and she floated in the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms that gripped her. She came back to her senses when she heard the sounds of footsteps in the hall. Hastily, she smoothed out her skirts, trying to look presentable just in time as Gideon entered the room.
“Nooriya, dear, there you are!” The older woman, her cherub face creased with concern. “I realized I didn’t specify which pantry we would meet in and wondered if you would be here. I apologize for the miscommunication.”
“It is I who should apologize,” she said. “I intended to seek you out, realizing my mistake.”
