Page 59 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord (Fated Mates of the Sarkarnii Warlords #2)
I thought there would be pain, more pain than I feel already with my great Sarkarnii warlord cradling me in his arms as he bites down on my neck.
But there is nothing, not even a pinch. Instead there is a warmth which blooms slowly through my body, chasing the aches in my joints, easing the cramps in my muscles, and smoothing over the burning on my skin.
I don’t quite know why Dexx was so concerned about my envenomating him, given his venom makes me feel incredible.
Like I could take on the worlds.
Like I am a Sarkarnii. A huge brute of a creature who can change form at will. Is this what it is to be powerful? To be a warlord?
“Scarlett.” Dexx groans my name against my skin. Something hard is pressed against my abdomen, and I don’t need any exploration to know what it is. “My sweet, filled mate.”
Desire spikes within me. Dexx inhales deeply before he releases me from his jaws, his forked tongue flickering over my skin before he inspects me with an element of pride. My abdomen swirls with need.
“Do you require my cock?” he states.
“If we’re being blunt, yes.” I stare back up at him as mirth twinkles in his good eye. “Although you’ve just brought me back from the brink and filled me with venom.”
“Does it feel good, little mate?”
I contemplate my answer. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you feel better with my cock?”
Less contemplation, even if it will make for a very smug Dexx. “Yes.”
“Then I will make you feel better.”
When he moves, Dexx really moves, and in no time at all, we’re back in his sector, and he’s pounding the passage to his quarters.
“Are you attached to your clothing?” he asks.
“Not in the slightest.”
Huge claws rip through fabric with surgical precision, and I’m bare for my huge Sarkarnii. Dexx gazes down at me, making me feel suddenly self-conscious.
“What is it?” My words are hoarse.
“You are so beautiful,” he says. “I can’t wait until your beauty is enhanced when you are swollen with young.” He places his hand over my stomach, covering it almost entirely.
“You want me to be big?” I laugh. “Because with twins, I am going to be big, big.”
Dexx’s eye flares. “You are?” he growls.
His cock has already emerged from its pouch, and my words elicit a gush of pre-cum. It would seem the thought of a pregnant mate is erotic.
It makes my core clench too.
“I am,” I say emphatically.
Dexx pushes me into the center of the cushioned den, covering me with his body, studying my face. “I’ve heard females with young need mating every nova-day.”
He nudges my legs apart, his sinuous hips making room for themselves between my thighs.
“Is that what you have heard?” I tease. “And you think I’m the same?”
“I know you are the same by your delicious scent, little Scarlett. You will require my cock multiple times a day while you are growing our young. And once you have birthed, I am going to fill you all over again.”
The shudder, the pre-cursor to a climax, rolls through me as Dexx’s huge cock pushes at my entrance.
“Your sweet cunt belongs to me and me alone, little mate,” he rasps. “I will tongue it and mate it as I see fit, and be assured, your needs will be met over and over again.”
Heat floods me, the deep delicious tingle I get from his amazing pre-cum making my pussy open wider, ready to accept him. Dexx flips his hips and slides inside in a single slick movement which makes me groan out loud. Every node on his cock hits the right spot as he buries himself in me.
Hands gather under my buttocks. Dexx wants all of me, and I know all I will be doing is hanging on for dear life as I’m plundered like the treasure he hoards and which sits just below us. He withdraws and thrusts back in a swift movement which has me crying his name out loud.
“Do you call for me, little mate?” he says in my ear. “Do you need to be mated until you scream?”
I don’t get a chance to answer as he hammers me with multiple short, delicious pulses, hot pre-cum leaking inside me and sending me spiraling up and up, chasing an orgasm which suddenly, incredibly crashes through me without warning.
“Breathe, my sweet one,” Dexx growls in my ear, “because you’re going to want to stay alive for the rest of the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
I gasp, pulling in the air as my pussy clamps down on him, and he moans, hips circling before he drives deeper, through my climax and setting me up for a flutter which I don’t think is ever going to stop.
I don’t want it to stop. I want to ride my dragon until the end of time.