Page 98 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
Then everything stops. All the noise, all the beats, all the humming. The entire place, the dining hall, the ship itself is as silent as the grave.
Dexx holds out his hand to me. Long onyx black claws unfurl. Something shoves me in the small of my back, most probably Kerra, and I stumble towards him, placing my hand in his, he pulls me hard against him and the beat starts again.
I’m whisked along as he moves from side to side, spinning, turning, showing me to his clan until he reaches the raised area where we first sat after he took me.
Dexx executes a long, low bow.
“My mate, my heartsfire, my little ember. You have accepted my claim, and I wish to give you everything I have, my shift, my bones, my jewels, and my clan.”
“I don’t need anything other than you,” I whisper, wishing I could make my voice louder but unable to because of the swell of emotion in my chest.
“Then you deserve everything we have even more,” Dexx announces, lifting me into his arms. “My mate,” he says to the assembled throng. “My heartsfire.”
The entire room erupts. Fireballs are shot into the air. I knew the Sarkarnii could make noise, but what a noise!
Dexx draws me to him.
“I need you, little mate,” he murmurs in my ear. “I need to be sheathed in you.”
I can feel the hardness in his pouch pressed against my abdomen, and it makes my core squeeze, and Dexx inhales deeply, pulling me to one side behind the stage where the sounds of carousing and cheering are lessened by a bulkhead. His claws scrabble at my dress, and I pull at the waistband of his pants. Pants which I’m sure he only put on for me and ones I want him out of five minutes ago.
His cock springs free, pulsing into my hand, and he lifts me up onto it, sheathing himself in one easy, swift movement.
“Scarlett,” he groans, his fangs scraping over the skin on my neck and the sensitive area where he put his claiming bite, making me drown him instantly and meaning he can thrust ever deeper.
The sounds of the party in our honor disappear as Dexx plunders my body, whispering filthy things in my ears, lifting me closer and closer to my climax…until he tips me over with a deep moan before filling me to the absolute brim. I fall against him, my cheek against his chest as the purr, that wonderful purr, rumbles through him and into me.
“I am the luckiest Sarkarnii in all the galaxies,” Dexx says, his lips on my ear, “because I belong to you.”
And it goes without saying I am the luckiest human in the universe because I have my Sarkarnii warlord.
EPILOGUE
ROSALIE
If I thought things couldn’t get more raucous from what they were before Dexx danced for Scarlett, I was wrong.
It feels like the entire sector we’re in is lifting off the surface as the Sarkarnii continue with their carousing. The ale-wine they love is flowing like water. I already know to avoid the stuff, unless I want a three-day hangover.
Kerra has already been claimed by her great big Sarkarnii warrior, who has her in his lap and is feeding her some of her favorite sweets, something they call deigt and which has a bite like Turkish delight and a taste sort of like chocolate.
I love things which taste of home. I very much dislike the growing cacophony of sound the Sarkarnii are producing and wonder if there is any way I might be able to get back to Darax’s sector, back to our quarters, and just sit quietly.
But the Sarkarnii appear to be in full flow and any chance of a quiet night is looking slimmer and slimmer. Especially as the host and hostess have disappeared…and I’m pretty sure I know what they are up to and I’m also sure they’re more than happy there is enough noise to drown out an elephant stampede.
“Here,” Maggie bellows in my ear. “I found you some of that weird hot drink you like.”
She has a goblet of the ale-wine in her hand and takes a gulp.
“How the hell can you drink that stuff?” I shout back.
“What can I say? I have an iron constitution.”
“An iron stomach maybe.”
Maggie grins at me. Like Kerra, she’s taken all of the alien abduction stuff in her stride. I’ve done my best to be supportive, to keep it calm and carry on, but in truth, if it wasn’t for my human friends, I don’t know what I’d have done.
I certainly couldn’t have stood to be in the midst of a hundred partying males, each one over seven foot, most with tails, some with wings, and some which are dragons and clearly determined to stay that way. The air is full of smoke and flame. The floor is bouncing to a crazy beat, drummed out by the aliens themselves.
