Page 3 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
Not him.
“I have work to do, little ember, so I’m going to have to leave you,” the voice rumbles out of the dark. I look around wildly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Sarkarnii who has me.
“Don’t leave me tied up, please,” I plead.
“What if I like you tied up?” the growl comes back.
And with a further sliding sound, a door opens somewhere, and I’m aware of his absence.
The complete bastard left me like this.
It has to be Dexx.
The one Sarkarnii warlord I never wanted to meet has taken it upon himself to steal me away.
Which means I have one aim, and one aim only. Get away from him and back to Darax’s sector. I never want to encounter Dexx again.
DEXX
She is not what I was expecting.
The female is small, weak even, unable to break the bonds I put her in. Unable to do much other than squirm and cover me in her scent.
But she has a mouth on her. A threat to kill is exactly what I’d expect from a female Sarkarnii who doesn’t want to mate.
And why should this hoo-man wish to mate with me? No reason at all. But I crave a female.
So, I took one.
She shouldn’t have been wandering in the neutral sector, the place where all the clans can meet and where everything is fair game. She should not have strayed.
Because I snapped her up.
“Lord Dexx.” My second in command, Dalsor appears alongside me as I stride through my ship, theSteel Jewel. “Lord Darax is on comm for you.”
I can feel the smile stealing over my face, it makes my muscles ache, but it’s been a long time since I got one over on the smug warlord who thinks because he’s in charge of supplies, he gets superior treatment.
And he gets to dictate what happens with compatible females who fall into our laps.
I should leave him waiting. It would make the final conversation much more amusing, but I can’t wait. I hold out my hand, and Dalsor places the comm device into it.
“Lord Darax.” I snarl at his face, twisted with rage. “What is it? I’m busy. The star fuel won’t mine itself.”
“Nev you, Dexx!” he fires out, smoke firing from both nostrils. “This wasn’t the agreement. You can’t breach the accords, come into my sector, and take what you want,” he rages.
“Why not? I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again,” I respond evenly. “You had females. I wanted one. Now I have one. Nev your precious accords.”
“I will”—Darax dips his head—“come over there and take her back myself.” He snarls, eyes and throat filled with fire.
“She was in the neutral sector, of her own volition. She is not yours to take back.”
Darax releases such a growl I’m surprised I can’t hear it all the way into my sector.
“That is not what was agreed with Dalox.”
“Then take it up with him. In the meantime, the female stays with me.” I terminate the comm and shove it back at Dalsor. “If Darax attempts to get in touch again, don’t answer. I only answer to Dalox.”
“Yes, Lord Dexx.” He backs away from me.
