Page 43 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
This area is potentially already unstable. We don’t need another fight and to put her at risk. Plus the filthy Sarkarnii tastes like a sewer. I stick out my tongue to get rid of his taste.
Dante gives me one of his usual flashes of teeth which is not a smile and is not good.
“Dexx has a mate,” he murmurs.
“Dexx is going to eat you if you don’t get the nev out of my sector,” I spit at him.
Dante makes a sound like laughter only it is not. He wasn’t the most stable of the fleet captains before we came through the wormhole, and now, with all his self-medication and whatever mutations he might have suffered, he is the loosest of loose pulsar cannons.
“Tell the other warlords.”
Dante takes the vid-pad from my mate and punches something into it. “I’ve put in the signature of these…whatever they are,” he says, impressively sober for a nova-second. “You should be able to check if there are any more in your sector.”
“Thank you,” Scarlett says as he hands it back to her.
The mere fact she’s holding something he’s touched makes my skin want to leave my body and my heart pound the mating mix around my system.
“Get out of here.”
Dante gives me a slight bow. I doubt his sense of preservation has set in, and from what I can read of his thoughts, he’s mostly bored.
A bored Dante is a dangerous Dante, and I want him away from my mate and out of my sector.
Fortunately, he has decided to do just that, and we watch as he wanders amiably down the passage, his tail swinging behind him before he turns into the main corridor. I hear half a dozen snarls as he encounters my warriors, all of whom are alarmed at his presence.
However, no one challenges Dante, and I track his departure from my sector through the thoughts of my clan.
Scarlett is quiet next to me, working on the vid-pad as we walk back through the passages, and I note Dante has disappeared, along with my warriors.
They are ensuring he has left our sector.
“From what I can tell, there are two more of these things, one down here and one on the surface,” she says to me.
My head spins with the paraxio, the effort in pushing through it to read the minds of my crew and the mix which is taking over my life.
I need my sweet mate under me. I push my nose into her hair and inhale her scent.
“Dexx.” She smiles up at me. “What do you want to do about the…things?” She waggles the one in her hand.
“I want to do things to you, little mate,” I murmur.
Scarlett’s skin changes color, which is impressive as most Sarkarnii are unable to morph their scales, and she releases a delicious perfume of arousal.
“What sort of things?”
“They involve my cock being inside you,” I rasp. “To hook and breed you.”
Her scent deepens and it drives me wild. My cock pushes from my pouch once again and pre-cum runs from it onto the ground.
“Here?” she squeaks.
“Anywhere.” I wrap my claws around her body, pulling her against me while I gently lick over her exposed skin.
Scarlett shudders with pleasure. She is not opposed to mating me and I don’t need much encouragement.
“Remove your clothing, or I will tear it,” I say into her ear.
Scarlett complies, shrugging off her pants and top while I watch, my tongue hanging out, and she stands before me, her gorgeous scaleless skin practically glowing in the gloom. Her beauty makes my heart hurt.
