Page 29 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
When Dexx agreed to these rules, he said he gave me his bond. That he would obey them, no matter what.
And the way he kisses me, I want him to break them.
“Do you want to mate me, Dexx?” I ask as he lets me up for breath.
“With every scale on my body.”
I melt into him. The mere thought of seeing more of his body sends me spiraling.
“Do you wish to mate me, little ember?” he rumbles.
I know what I should say. I know what I should do, but lust, desire, the proximity of this massive male, and the way he kisses means instead of saying one word, I breathe another.
“Yes.”
Instantly, and I mean absolutely instantly, I’m in his arms, and he’s pounding the passage back to his quarters. The walls blur at the speed he takes. Although getting through the doorway is hampered by his huge wings which have made their presence known, and he struggles to wrangle them inside.
“Do you like the garments you are wearing?” Dexx asks.
“I don’t mind them,” I reply.
There is a ripping sound, and without any ceremony, I am stripped to my underwear with surgical precision.
“Dexx!”
Dexx has also shed his clothing. He cages me against the wall.
“I will get you all the clothes you will ever need, whether you liked those ones or not,” he says, tracing his claws through my hair. “What is this mouth mating you do?”
I lean in to kiss him.
“A kiss?”
“Kiss?” He hisses. “What a strange name.”
“Do Sarkarnii not kiss?”
“Not where there is venom involved,” Dexx says with a chuckle.
It’s deep and rich and heartfelt. My beast has a sense of humor…who knew?
“Should I be worried?” I ask.
“I am the only one to be worried. A bite from a female might incapacitate me for nova-days,” Dexx says, his hands wandering down my body and making my skin ripple with delight.
“I don’t want to bite you, Dexx.”
“Shame,” he rasps. “Because I want to eat you.”
He drops to his knees, and I feel an initial gush of cool between my thighs as my knickers are removed as easily as the rest of my clothing.
“Hmm,” Dexx rumbles, “you have fur.” He traces a claw over my mound, dipping lower before I feel a thrust of his nose and it’s buried in me.
Dexx inhales deeply. I don’t know what to do. I’m so aroused and at the same time horrified at his actions.
“You smell like you were sent from the ancestors, little mate,” Dexx rasps, hitching one of my legs over his shoulder and pinning me to the wall with one huge hand.
I can’t move. I can’t do anything other than let Dexx study me. He slides a digit through my folds. I’m already soaking and as he withdraws it, even in the dim light, it glistens. Dexx wraps his dark, forked tongue around his finger and licks it clean.
