Naga's tail slid across the warm now soaked in sweat fabric with deliberate slowness, the scales whispering against the platform as he closed the last distance. The sound was almost obscene in the quiet chamber—soft, sinuous, predatory.
Alex's breath caught again.
He felt the shift in temperature first: the cool, smooth slide of Naga's scales pressing along the outside of his right thigh, contrasting sharply with the fever-hot skin and the still-throbbing fullness of Zale locked deep inside him. Then came the weight—Naga's long, powerful serpentine body curling around them both like living armor. The thick coils looped once under Alex's lower back, supporting the heavy curve of his pregnancy, then rose to drape across Zale's hips and lower back in a loose but unmistakable claim.
Zale stiffened for half a heartbeat—instinct, not fear—then deliberately relaxed, letting Naga's tail settle against him.
