Page 21 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“Why haven’t you gone to the other warlords for help?” As soon as I ask the question, I know the answer.
“This ismyproblem.Mycrew,” Dexx growls. “They get our star fuel and that’s the end of it.” He gazes at me. “Until you.”
“What do you mean?”
“We lost our females. No Sarkarnii has rutted since. But with you, here, on Vorostor…”
“You thinkmatingis the answer?” I gasp.
Dexx nods.
My stomach drops to the floor as I slam my hands on his chest, pushing him away.
“That’s not how it works, Dexx.” I put some distance between us.
“It is if I want to save my clan.”
DEXX
I’d already made the decision before I returned to my quarters to be honest with the little female. But from the moment I entered and her scent hit me, my mind became a blank.
Which is why I blundered into the conversation with about as much finesse as a space worm in a nebula. Now Scarlett stands on the other side of my den, glaring at me.
“If you think I’mmatingwith you out of pity, you’re so, so wrong,” she says. “And as for taking me without my agreement, for this? It makes you no better than a space pirate or one of the horrors who took me from my planet in the first place.”
I swarm over to her, partially shifted so she cannot get away, as the mating mix fills my veins and my heart pounds.
My head pounds.
My hips swing in a dance…only for her.
I rut. I didn’t think I would, but her scent after a night spent working in the mines is all it took. I’m tipped over the edge into a maelstrom of emotions, a desperate desire to sheath myself in her, a heat, a cold, flame and ice all at once.
I rut for the female and it is…not as pleasant as I thought it might be.
“I want you to mate me because you want to mate me,” I growl, gathering her in my arms.
Scarlett squirms.
“I don’t want to mate you, Dexx,” she says. “Not now, not ever. Not if you were the last male in the universe.”
She bares her teeth, and I instantly let her go.
I do not want to be envenomated.
Scarlett stares at me. I’m not sure she’s breathing. She doesn’t move.
I don’t move.
Moving might make her pounce, and I’ll get bitten.
I do not want to be bitten by a female unimpressed with my mating. Not only will it hurt like a nevver, but it’ll incapacitate me for too long.
I need to take care. I need to prove to her I can be a good male, a good mate.
I need to dance for her. It might be early, given we are not yet close to mating, but it’s all I can think of.
My foot taps out a beat on the floor, my hips circle and swing, my tail lashes as I move slowly, carefully around her.
