Page 29 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

Those eyes change as he looks at where we are joined, causing me to look down too. My stomach is visibly swelling.

“What?” I move and find there’s a tug inside me. “What’s happening, Darax?”

“I have hooked you, sweet mate,” he croons. “I am filling you with my seed.”

“Oh!” It suddenly, horribly occurs to me what’s happening here. I’ve had unprotected sex with a massive dragon man.

Unprotected sex. And I’ve had one period in the time I’ve been abducted. A period which was long enough ago to put me right at the point where having sex without birth control could become a real problem.

A chill at what I’ve done flows through me, even as my stomach continues to expand and ache a little.

“What do you mean, ‘hooked’?”

“A Sarkarnii male hooks his female to ensure a successful mating.” Darax sighs sleepily before a shadow crosses his face. “Unless she is not satisfied and chooses to envenomate him.” He lifts a little higher over me. “You do not wish to envenomate me, do you, Kerra?”

I feel like I’ve lost the ability to think rationally.

“I don’t think I can, Darax,” I force out.

“You accept my seed?”

“Do I have any option?”

Darax circles his hips, pleasure and desire firing through me at the movement, my treacherous body telling me it doesn’t care about consequences, even if my brain does.

“I want to fill you to the very brim, little mate. I want you to swell with my seed, take all of me, allow me to claim you entirely,” Darax rumbles, relaxing and slowly lowering himself to one side of me, lifting my body so I’m cradled against him, my aching stomach resting between us both. “And maybe you will take my seed and make it into a sarkarnling, your body swelling all over again.”

His words rasp through me, even as his eyes close.

“How long are we to be…together…like this?”

“Until my Sarkarnii chooses to release you,” Darax says, his voice a deep purr which slides through me as easily as a knife through butter. “But only once you are satisfied.”

Satisfaction. Not something ever promised by the forgettable men I’ve been with, but with Darax, he’s given new meaning to it. Despite all my concerns, the slow, easy purring sound he makes lulls me slowly, easily into the best sleep I’ve had in my entire life.

DARAX

She is so warm, so fragrant, so perfect in my arms. My cock softened enough to release her with a gush of our combined juices, but I cleaned her up without waking her. My little mate sleeps on, as if she hasn’t slept in a long time.

I am already hard again. Hard to be within her, to feel the silky smoothness of her cunt, to have her tiny form take me so well.

I did not expect the rut to be like this. To make me feel as if I could take on this galaxy, any galaxy, any creature, any enemy.

But I do. Even if it will be my very end as a Sarkarnii, as a warlord, as a creature with a mind and soul.

My comm chimes. I know what it is. The meeting is imminent.

“Darax?” Kerra lifts her head from my arm, confusion flooding her face.

“The warlords want to see us.” My voice seems different somehow, deeper, more resonant.

“Us?”

“They know I took a prisoner. As is our agreement, I need to declare you.”

“But not the others.”

“Not the others. Not yet.”

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