Page 14 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
I’m so stunned by what he’s done that, when he holds the food to my mouth, I take a bite almost out of habit.
It’s even better than the one I made myself with the addition of the pickles. I don’t mean to, but I groan out loud.
Dexx wriggles underneath me, his eyes widening.
I cover my mouth with my hand as I chew. “Sorry, but this issogood. What are the pickles?”
He furrows his big brow.
“The vegetables? They’re pickled…preserved…right?”
Dexx leans over the arm of his throne and beckons to the warrior hovering behind us. “How is the shalad made? My mate wishes to know.”
“Um…” The warrior hesitates, gives me a brief, terrified look, and diverts his eyes back to Dexx. “I’m not sure, Lord Dexx, but I can find out.”
Dexx sits back in his seat. “You can tell me later,” he says evenly, almost imperiously. “But get more shalad for my mate.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I say quickly. “There’s plenty here. I can’t eat all of this.”
Dexx rumbles low in his chest. “You are too small. You require feeding if you are to mate with me.”
“I am the size I am,” I retort. “I won’t get any bigger, save for width wise, if you keep feeding me.”
Dexx’s eye glitters. Even his milky injured one seems interested. A huge sigh escapes him, along with plenty of smoke.
“It is my duty to ensure my mate is fed,” he rasps in a voice filled with sin. “Among other things.”
I eat the rest of my sandwich and maintain eye contact with him throughout.
“I can feed myself, thank you.” I say primly as I finish it off and lick my fingers.
Dexx does his purr/growl/snarl again and shifts uncomfortably under me, a flicker of what could be pain passing over his face before it is gone.
“I don’t think so,” he rumbles as he pulls me against him, wrapping a huge arm over my shoulder and down my chest as he makes yet another sandwich. “Because if you want to be free of any bonds, you will allow me to provide you with sustenance.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as he offers me up yet more bread and meat.
I attempt to lift my hand to take it from him, but he clasps my wrist in his huge paw. I move the other one, and he manages,somehow, to capture it within the same hand. I am bound by sinew and claw. Struggling doesn’t do anything other than press me against his hard body and harder lap.
Dexx moves ever closer to me. I can see every single fine scale on his high cheekbones, the scent of spice and smoke sweeping over me.
Despite all my internal protestations, despite my external denial, Dexx is one hot male.
“You are mine now, little ember. My smoke belongs to you, my scales, my shift, and my claws. Everything you do is mine to control, including what you eat and when. And you will eat.”
I purse my lips, unwilling to open my mouth in case he forces the food into me.
“Because if you do not, I will sit here until the galaxy ends, with you.”
“Then we’d both be dead,” I suggest, unable to help myself.
“I think we both know,” Dexx breathes, his face far too close to mine, his lips far too close to mine, “one of us would break long before that moment.”
SCARLETT
Ilean forward, my lips touching Dexx. What the absolute hell is happening? I started this evening with one aim in mind, to keep as far away from Dexx as I could, and now I’m bloody kissing him.
This is insane. I hate him for what he did. I hate him for being such an over-confident arsehole. But I’m still kissing him.
