Page 28 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“Ale-wine and meat.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I shake my head. “Why don’t you just go have it? You’re a big male. I guess you need all the protein you can get.”
“I am only hungry for one thing, Scarlett,” Dexx rumbles.
“Oh yeah?” I do my best to contain my mirth. “What’s that?”
“You.”
Oh shit.
SCARLETT
Dexx doesn’t joke. This beast means every word he says, and as his eye smolders at me, the heat added to by the curl of smoke which escapes him like the bad, bad dragon he is, my core pulses.
He lifts his head slightly and his nostrils expand.
“Interesting,” he rasps.
“What is?”
“Your scent, little mate.”
“What about it?”
“You smell like you need mating.”
I feel a dampening between my thighs I really shouldn’t be feeling. I shouldn’t be reacting to Dexx like this. He’s been growly, snarly. He’s kidnapped me. He wants me to be his mate to save his crew. He is a walking scaly red flag.
But apparently my body hasn’t got the memo because the way I’m feeling, hot on the outside, liquid on the inside, is simply wrong…and also right.
Before I can say anything, Dexx grasps my chin between his warm, rough fingers, the claws carefully retracted. He tilts my face up so I can do nothing else but look him in the eye.
That eye burns as it searches my face.
“Do you need mating?” he asks in his deep, sinful voice which sends all sorts of pleasurable shivers through me. “My blood is filled with the mating mix. I can’t tell anything anymore.”
So, I have questions. But instead I hear my voice, coming from me, unbidden.
“Yes.”
His face is close to mine, like it was at the celebration. Handsome and rugged, the scar which bisects his eye makes him both dangerous and rakish.
I lean into him, enough our lips brush once again. This time there is no interruption, but Dexx pulls back ever so slightly, as if there was a burst of electricity between us. I press my advantage, my lips hitting his because I cannot help myself.
I want to find out what it’s like to kiss a dragon.
Dexx’s lips are soft, yielding. For a second, his eyes flare wide, and then a hand slides around the back of my head, holding me against him as he follows my lead.
I slip my tongue into his mouth, and this time, there is no sudden reaction, only a deep rumble from his chest. Enjoyment? I can’t be sure, but what I do find is his tongue is not what I expected.
“Dexx?” I whisper. “Do you have two tongues?”
“I do.” He redoubles his efforts, plundering my mouth with his double tongues and making my toes curl.
I am completely at his mercy and yet, this huge male will not make a move without me.
Rule Five: Always ask permission.
