Page 62 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“Clinic,” he growls. “I want to see if you are with young.”
“Dexx.” I grab hold of his huge arms. “Just because Kerra is, it doesn’t mean I will be.”
“You have taken my seed, and you are strong, and my seed is strong, my mate.”
Is this a worst case scenario? I have an overly excited dragon man desperate to see if I’m going to have his baby.
Or is this a best case scenario? I genuinely do not know. The pleasure I felt from Dexx comparing me favorably to his hoard is long gone. Now I have more trepidation than I’ve felt since waking up in the dank cell when I was first abducted, finding Maggie swearing quietly next to me.
Dexx rounds a corner and thumps through a set of doors. There’s a single prone Sarkarnii lying on a bed, a robot arm working over a vicious wound on his side.
He appears to be unconscious.
“Dexx…” I point at him.
“Nevver,” he growls. “That one always starts fights. I guess he lost his most recent and, by the looks of things, lost his grip on consciousness.” Dexx smirks. “Can’t heal if you can’t shift.”
“What if he can’t shift because he’s just come out of his shifted phase?” I ask.
Dexx places me down on a free bed and rubs his chin.
“Even once we’ve shifted for our period, we can still do it. Or at least I can,” Dexx says, his wings flexing behind him.
“You can?”
He looks at me for several beats.
“I could,” he says. “It is difficult at the moment.”
My heart clenches in my chest. Could this mean, somehow, our being together has changed his physiology?
“Perhaps you should check.” I wave my hand around the clinic. “With all of this.”
Dexx looks around him, almost as if he’s seeing it for the first time. The injured warrior rolls off the bed across from us with a groan, looks up, sees Dexx, and I think he’s going to pass out again.
“Warrior,” Dexx growls. “It’s Drex, isn’t it?”
The warrior nods, holding his abdomen where the injury has been closed up.
“Fighting again?”
For a second he looks shifty, as if he’s going to deny it, but then Dexx is his leader. Emotions flit over his face as he considers his options.
Sarkarnii are terrible liars but also extremely good at not telling the whole truth, as I have discovered and hence rule three.
“Yes,” he grumbles.
“Lack of work makes my warriors pugnacious.” Dexx grins at me.
I do not find it funny and his smile fades.
“My mate wants to know why you didn’t shift to heal yourself,” Dexx growls.
I manage, just, to hold back my gasp at his audacity.
“Dalsor knocked me out,” Drex says. “He said I was too close.”
Dexx looks impressed, which is absolutely not the way he should behave but I already know he doesn’t care for the rules.
