Page 7 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“And yet you do not stop,” I rasp.
She swallows. I watch the bobbing of her throat, and my pants tighten further around my crotch.
“No,” she says. “I figured if you’re going to abduct me, I don’t need to do anything you say.”
“You belong to me. Darax should not have kept all the females to himself,” I fire out, full of smoke and embers.
She snorts, picking up another kifyli and another slice of meat.
“I think you’ll find Darax was only interested in one female, and we decided to stay on his ship for convenience.”
“You would only protect him if you wished to stay with him,” I retort.
“I can tell you now, I’d rather be on his ship than here, with you,” she snarls at me, a flame in her anger which has my cock poking from my pouch.
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I thought so.” She takes a bite of the new meat and kifyli combination. “Then don’t expect my co-operation.”
It takes nothing to pin her up against the wall. Her scent is intoxicating, surrounding me, making my head spin briefly. I pluck the remains of her strange parcel from her fingers and stuff it in my mouth.
Food stopped being of much interest to me since we ended up on Vorostor, but the flavor which bursts over my tongue is absolutely not what I was expecting. For a few nova-seconds, all I can do is savor it, chewing slowly and never wanting it to end.
“Good.” I swallow the food down. “I don’t want a compliant female.”
“You’re not going to get a female at all, not with that attitude. Darax agreed with the other warlords. We were going to visit each ship…”
She shoves at me with her hands. Her touch feels like fire on my scales. I capture her wrists and pin them above her head, my tail curling around one ankle and jerking her legs apart.
She pants rage in my face, breath hot, sweet, no smoke. Her eyes are wide and filled with hate.
“I don’t wait for anything, let alone for one warlord to parademyfemale around all the others,” I snarl.
“Let’s get one thing straight right now, Dexx.” She spits my name, and I’m pretty sure if she says it again, my cock will burst from my pants. “I don’t belong to you. I am not yours and you don’t get to hold me.”
I look the tiny spark of a female up and down. I have one hand around her wrists, one around her neck, and my tail around her ankle. She is bound by me and to me.
But she denies it.
And her mind is still a blank. I get no thoughts at all. All I have is the rage which rolls off her like water from scales. Her glare which tells me she will kill me in my sleep.
Something I will enjoy very much in resisting.
SCARLETT
Iam going to kill him in his sleep.
Dexx has hold of me, not in a painful way, unless I try to struggle. The way he has me suggests he’s done this before. It’s not uncomfortable but it could be.
The chances of him making it uncomfortable are very high as I study his one good eye, filled with fire as much as the other is milky white, the scar which covers that side of his face slicing through it.
Kerra told us the Sarkarnii are self-healing, which, given how much they fight each other, is probably necessary. It means this is the first Sarkarnii I’ve seen with any evidence of injury.
Not that it makes Dexx weaker in any way, I’m absolutely sure of it. Any wound he has suffered which he’s recovered from has to be one so catastrophic most Sarkarnii wouldn’t have survived.
“Sweet ember, all I wish to do is feed you,” Dexx rumbles.
“My name is not Ember. It’s Scarlett,” I say, teeth gritted. “If you’re going to abduct someone and insist they belong to you, you can at least get their name right.”
