Page 13 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“I already told you…” she splutters, exasperated.
“This is not ale-wine. It is fee, a drink for sarkarnlings. No alcohol.”
Scarlett eyes me warily, but she takes the goblet, albeit reluctantly, and takes a sip.
A small smile appears briefly on her lips as she takes a larger gulp.
The entire hall erupts as they see her taking the drink. I lift my refilled vessel and hold it up to them, triggering sounds which are quite deafening.
“So, you celebrate abducting females.” Scarlett glares at me once the noise has died down.
“This is a celebration of our superiority over the other warlords,” I respond as a platter is placed in front of us. “It shows my warriors I am the supreme warlord and that they are well taken care of.”
“But you all help each other, don’t you?” Scarlett’s little brow creases. “You helped us get away from the Veseli, the cockroach aliens.” Then she puts her finger on her mouth, and my cock goes instantly hard. “Actually, no,youdidn’t help, did you? In fact, you were conspicuouslyabsentfrom helping us not be eaten by giant insects,” she finishes with a growl.
“I had more important work to do,” I respond.
“Yeah? Well fuck you too.” Scarlett takes another swig of the fee and tears her eyes from me, looking out over my warriors instead.
Anger rises within me. I take hold of her chin and pull her gaze back. She resists, but not for long.
“There is more to this than you know, little ember,” I growl. “Far more.”
“Let me get this clear, Dexx. You took me from my friends, from the one place I felt safe, by force, and now you’re insistingthat I co-operate. It isn’t going to happen. This isn’t the way to get me to like you or want to be with you,” She spits out.
I pull her closer to me.
“You are my mate, Scarlett, whether you like it or not. And you will like it. I insist.”
SCARLETT
Yep, this is not good. Not good at all.
Not only is Dexx arrogant, boorish, and a bully, but he’s also decided I am hismate.
I know what that means. After all, Darax growled it often enough at Kerra. And also, after what we heard in the communal aquium, it certainly results in…well, doing thehorizontal mambo.
And many other positions, if Kerra is to be believed.
And Dexx is the last male in theuniverseI’d want to have anything to do with in that department. Not because he’s terrible to look at. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. He has smoldering good looks, enhanced by the scar over his face, giving him the ultimate bad boy vibe.
He’s a head taller than the other Sarkarnii and more muscular too. His glittering blue-green scales are some of the most beautiful markings I’ve seen on the dragon guys. Plus, I’m pretty certain Maggie would be ogling his butt big time. Dexx has an impressive butt.
But it doesn’t matter. I am not into him. I will never be into him because of what he did. He simply doesn’t care aboutme, just what I represent. A big two-fingered salute at the other warlords, despite their clear symbiotic relationship.
I just want this evening to be over and to get away from his big, dangerous warriors, half of them remaining in their dragon forms, which if you ever thought it would be good to be up close and personal with a dragon, I can confirm it is not.
They’re all scales and teeth, and not in a fun way. In a run away screaming way.
A warrior puts a platter down in front of Dexx. It’s covered in slices of meat, what appears to be pickled vegetables, and a mound of the small, sweet brioche-style rolls from earlier.
My stomach growls. Whenever I’m stressed, I struggle to eat, and at the moment, my stress levels are through the roof, so even though Dexx left food in his quarters with me, I couldn’t bring myself to eat.
Now he’s going to want me to eat in front of all of his warriors. I can’t think of anything worse, despite my obvious hunger pangs.
Dexx’s bulky arms reach around me. He takes one of the rolls delicately in his claws, slices it open with surgical precision, and then folds a slice of meat into it.
Just like the sandwiches I was making earlier. Additionally, he puts a couple of the pickles inside before gently pressing it closed.
