Page 20 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
Maggie
Shame
Lydia
Is he going to let you come home?
I contemplate Lydia’s message for a while. I can see why all of them consider Darax’s ship their home. I guess I did, a bit, but then I wouldn’t have been wandering around looking for something else.
I’m not his prisoner
I contemplate my reply for a moment before adding
I’m going to stay for a while.
Maggie
Told you - she’s banging him
I am not!
Rosalie
Only a matter of time, ask Kerra
Kerra
Leave me out of this!
I chuckle to myself at the way the text conversation descends below the naval very quickly. Kerra has only ever given us information about the Sarkarnii anatomy in scant detail. I can’t work out if it’s because she’s shielding us from some horror or if it’s too strange to describe, but what I do know is they keep their cocks inside their bodies and they come out of some sort of slit.
Which is probably weird enough. A shiver runs through me, shaking my very bones, as if I’ve been caught in a draught.
I cannot possibly be thinking about Dexx in these terms. I might have nearly kissed him last night, but I got carried away.
“Hello, sweet mate,” his deep dark voice rumbles behind me.
Before I can turn, a clawed hand slides around my waist.
“I like these garments,” he rumbles. “Soft.”
I am not held by him, so I turn to face my beast. He’s not dirty like he was last night, and his long, dark hair is wet, so he’s had a bath, presumably in one of the communal aquiums, the huge pools the Sarkarnii warriors share. Dexx smells of wet, of smoke, and of something spicy and earthy.
“Cestapal made them. I was used to making my own when I was…” I hesitate. “With my friends.”
“Darax has enough credits to have many garment makers. I only have one,” Dexx rasps. “But if you wish access to it, it can be arranged.”
He rubs the fabric of my top between a thumb and forefinger, and I feel rather than hear the rumble of a purr in his chest.
“Cestapal says…” I swallow hard. “…you need to stay shifted for a large part of the day.”
Dexx growls under his breath something about a meddling Paralnyi. “We do, my clan and me. It is part of the mutation we endured after we came through the wormhole. My ship was one of the first through, and it seems we got the worst of it.”
“And you get sick if you don’t shift?”
Dexx releases a long stream of smoke from one nostril. It curls over his head.
“There is a fever, insanity, and even death in the early days. Now we know what causes it, we have not had any deaths. Occasionally some fever, but it is easily dealt with by staying shifted for a week or so.”
