Chapter 35 - My Mate Is Beautiful

Chapter 35: 35 - My Mate Is Beautiful

Noodle’s face contorted in horror, eyes wide as he stared at me. He stumbled out of the water, tripping over his own tail in a haste to reach me.

Hands trembling, Noodle touched my cheeks, fingers tracing my smooth skin. He pulled back, staring at his fingertips, then at me again, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"My mate... is... beautiful..." He cupped my face again, his thumb brushing over my lips, my jaw, and my nose. Then he grabbed my hands and inspected them, turning them over. "They are still the same..."

His face fell slightly when he saw my hands, the same, rugged, and scarred as ever. But then his eyes lit up again, and he smiled. The waterfall was loud enough to drown out his words, so I had to filter some of the noise to hear him better.

"I have a beautiful mate. A beautiful mate..." He whispered to himself, "I always wanted a beautiful, beautiful mate to look at... and I have one..."

I thought he would go crazier about not letting anyone else see me like this, but he just stood there, admiring me like a piece of art. He hated my scars, and couldn’t fathom how he could choose me as his mate with my face being how it was (he had a whole bucket list of what he wanted in a mate, since he trained so hard to be able to choose). I thought he had lost his mind then, and he had definitely lost it now.

Dickead swam toward us. "What did you do to him?" he asked, looking at the snake, still in a daze.

A tear slipped down Noodle’s cheek as he stared at me. "Finally, a good trait, and not bad... I thought something was wrong with me... but this... this is good..."

He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as he savored the moment. "I am normal...I must have felt the hidden beauty in my mate... yes... it all makes sense now..."

"..." My nose wrinkled at his words. What kind of bullshit was he spouting? He made it sound like his choice of mate hadn’t made sense before, and only now did it make sense. He was complimenting my face, but at the same time, shitting on my personality.

"I think he is just happy to see you healed, Precious." Dickhead covered his mouth, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. He swam away, his shoulders shaking. I could hear his muffled laughter even through the waterfall’s roar. He couldn’t contain it any longer and burst out laughing.

I turned my attention back to Noodle. "Do you need another spanking to snap out of it?"

He nodded, and I grabbed his bottom, digging my fingers into the scales before giving it a hard slap.

He hissed and jumped away, covering his butt with his hands. He twisted his body to look at his behind, the bruise already forming on the spot I had hit. His eyes watered from the pain, but he also looked relieved to be out of his daze. He hissed back at me, showing his displeasure, but there was no real malice in it.

"Another?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, spreading my legs for him to fit between them. I was only teasing him, but he didn’t take it that way.

Slithering closer, Noodle slid between my legs, arms wrapping around my shoulders. The weight pulled me down onto the rocks, but I caught myself with one hand, the other on his spine. Our chests pressed together.

"Another." His chin rested on his folded arms, face inches from mine. "Mark me again, mate."

Do not tell me he thought of my spanking as me, marking him, as my mate. I must have lost my mind, as I didn’t feel the need to correct him.

I saw Dickhead lurking out of the corner of my eye, his head peeking above the water. He looked like a crocodile waiting for its prey to make a mistake. I gave him the finger, and he responded by pushing his middle finger against his lips, giving it a kiss before pointing it back at me.

"..." I patted Noodle’s ass, stroking his scales, before giving it a gentle squeeze. My fingers traced the patterns on his scales, memorizing each curve and dip, every ridge and smooth surface.

His breathing grew heavier as I continued my exploration, my hand moving up to his back. Up, up, and up until I reached his head. I ran my fingers through his long hair, feeling the silky strands slip between them.

My knuckles brushed against his neck and his body tensed, a soft hiss escaping him. I brought my face close to that sensitive skin, nose brushing against the flesh as my lips nuzzled the soft spot behind his ear. I let my tongue dart out, tasting the water droplets clinging there.

His arms tightened around me in anticipation of getting another mark as I nibbled and licked my way to his lips. They were soft, and inviting, and slightly parted. I captured his bottom lip between mine and sucked on it, my tongue tracing the seam of his mouth.

He thought I was hungry for his tongue, and he was quick to give it to me. His forked tongue slipped into my mouth, coiling around my own.

Chuckling, I tightened my grip on his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepened the kiss.

A moan rumbled in his chest, confused by the sensations he was feeling. His body trembled as I pushed my tongue further, exploring the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks, the back of his teeth.

His body writhed against mine; the friction and my warmth were starting to affect him, drawing him in further. He was getting overwhelmed by the intensity of the kiss, his hands gripping my shoulders as if holding on for dear life.

The passion he felt was becoming too much, and he couldn’t handle it. He was ready to be eaten alive. I knew by the way he sought more contact, his body pressing harder against mine, desperate to get closer. I bit his lip, and he moaned again, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine.

I broke the kiss, and he chased after my lips, whining at the loss of contact.

Dazed eyes stared back at me, pupils blown wide like dark pools. Short, quick pants escaped his lips, now swollen and red from my assault.

I gave his ass another spank to wake him from his melted state. This time it was softer, more like a pat, but it had the same effect on him.

His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a soft hiss, his body shuddering against mine. "Mmmm...mate..."

The bond mark on my tongue tingled, making me more aware of the connection between us.

"Strip me," I demanded.

His fingers fumbled with the hem of my shirt before finally pulling it over my head. My pants were next, and he tugged them down along with my boots, leaving me in my underwear.

Noodle’s attention to detail was commendable; he knew the way the fabric worked and how to remove it without ripping anything.