Page 19 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord (Fated Mates of the Sarkarnii Warlords #2)

D exx 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.

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.

“You taste like starlight,” he says. “I am going to devour you.”

I don’t get to answer because he buries himself in me, and I see stars as he suctions himself onto my clit with such force I honestly think I must have sat on a rocket.

I grab for just about anything, and my hands connect with the clawed shoulders of his wings. Dexx groans into my pussy and redoubles his efforts as I squeeze him so hard I think he levitates a little.

But he doesn’t stop, not for one moment, that long forked tongue sweeping my channel, exploring, enjoying, slurping, and sucking.

“Dexx.” I groan his name as my orgasm flows through me, my pussy clamping down on his tongue and fingers and yet feeling empty, despite them being much larger than what I’m used to.

I writhe and pant, pinned by him, plundered by him, needing more.

“My little ember,” Dexx rumbles as he releases me. “What is this inside you?”

He sticks out his incredible tongue, and dangling from the end is my coil, entirely intact and now entirely in the wrong place.

HIS MOUTH!