Page 23 of Warlord's Mate
He ran an appreciative glance down the length of her. Those long legs of hers were tucked up beside her. He recognized the material wrapped low around her hips. It had been in with the clothing he’d given to Jityria to give to her. He hadn’t thought those strips of material were suitable for garments, but he was wrong. Mar-see had made them appealing despite it being an unattractive, bland color. The piece she had wrapped around her hips fell in such a way that most of her thigh was showing. Images of those shapely legs wrapped around his waist filled his mind’s eye as her laughter once again filled the air. He sighed. He needed to stop thinking about her. She wasn’t brought here for his comfort. She was only here in hopes Allok would initiate the war he’d been longing for.
You could use her until that happens.
The thought whispered through his head as he watched her. Waking with her in his bed had certainly been more pleasant than it should have been but he’d not fall back into old behaviors. He would never be so foolish again.
He watched her so long he could have made out her features had there not been a single flare of light. He memorized the shape of her nose, the small curve at the outer corner of her eyes and the fullness of her lips—lips he suddenly couldn’t seem to stop thinking about curled around his cock. Vikram stepping onto the platform drew his attention, and he tore his focus from her.
“I do not trust him, warlord. The moment you release him, he will kill us all.”
“He will not.” Jorrick shifted in his chair, leaning to one side. “A blade to his mate’s throat will ensure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Once they are well beyond our borders, his mate will be set free.”
“Do you intend on leaving the collar off of him?”
“I have not decided.”
“Doing so would be foolish.”
Jorrick looked up. Vikram’s face flushed before he stammered, “I’m not suggesting you are foolish, warlord, just that it may be unwise to allow him to remain without the protection the collar provides. As long as we hold the key, he cannot come back to camp once they leave and take your prize.” Vikram nodded to where they sat. “She is close to his mate and she may persuade him to destroy the camp and take her with them.”
He’d thought the same thing—well, when he wasn’t wasting his time thinking about fucking her or burying his face between those long legs and seeing how many sounds he could pull from that luscious smiling mouth.
He needed to make her sleep in the hut with the other females. The longer he kept her with him, the more he’d want her. The more he’d want to take her.
As if she knew he was thinking of her, she turned and looked his way, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before turning away again. The thought would not leave him then. He imagined her laying down and opening her arms to him like Zasra did. The instant the thought entered his mind, he knew it would be false. The females on Prison Moon One did not come to you willingly. Those that did wanted something.Like Zasra.He scowled at the thought of her but didn’t think this human would be so accommodating as the last female he kept was. This one would probably be fighting mad as he took her, kicking and biting as she fought to get away and his cock ached with the need to find out.
It had been so long since he’d had any desire to bed a female, even longer since he had. He barely remembered what it felt like, but he remembered why he hadn’t indulged.
Fire licked through his veins the moment Zasra’s face flashed back into his head. Her death had been too swift, and he’d longed to do it for so long, he still felt cheated out of the pleasure of it. He wanted to relish in her screams and make sure her torment was heard clean to the next territory and beyond.
Vikram shifted and Jorrick pushed the black thoughts filling his head away. “If the dragon and his mate take her, I will see all three of them dead. Him last. He’ll get to watch and know every scream those females utter will be because of him.”
Vorta picked up hisnidi, the music the strange instrument made beginning to drown out the voices as he started to play, the melody as cheerful as the two laughing females seemed to be. Mar-see looked his way again, the smile on her face fading before she tucked her hair behind one ear and looked away.
He’d taken her in the arena to get back at Allok but as he sat there watching her, he knew she would be his downfall and as his body started to thrum with need of her, he couldn’t find a reason to care.
“He’s still staring at you.”
Marcy glanced at the warlord before quickly looking away. “He’s probably afraid I’ll run away with you if he’s not watching me.”
“Would you?”
“In a heartbeat.”
Sara stared the warlord down, unafraid. She must have had total confidence in her dragon to do so. Marcy still couldn’t wrap her brain around Toren being a shape-shifting dragon but then again, two months ago, she didn’t believe in aliens but here she was, property of a big ass alien who still hadn’t told her what her purpose here was.
She’d told Sara everything that had happened to her since the moment she fell off that cliff and Toren had plucked her from the sky, to her ordeal in the arena—and of the warlord claiming her as his own. Sara worried about her being there, though. The warlord stood taller than Toren and outweighed him by a lot. Sure Toren could shift into a dragon but with those orbs flying around, it was too risky to do, and with the number of aliens under the warlord’s command, she knew it would take very little to subdue him. If nothing else, all they had to do was hurt Sara. She was Toren’s one weakness and Marcy had no doubt Jorrick knew that.
Marcy pulled the material up over her leg when it slipped again and finally gave up trying to keep it in place. “The odds of us ending up at the same place at the same time seems almost too good to be true. I was beginning to think my luck had run out.”
“Oh, it wasn’t luck.” Sara grinned and took hold of Toren’s hand when one of the aliens in camp walked too close to them. “I heard you yelling my name as we left the arena. I begged Toren to stay until you came out but he said it was too dangerous so we left.” She smiled apologetically. “We didn’t get far before we stopped and removed his collar. When we started heading for the mountains again, we heard someone talking and hid. That’s when we saw you and that guy.” Sara nodded in the warlord’s direction with her head. “We were about to rush in and grab you when we saw three others trailing you. We laid low and just watched for a while and followed you back here. Getting caught wasn’t in our plan though. That was just carelessness on our part.”
Marcy wanted to hug them both for even trying to sneak her away from the warlord. “Well, I’m glad you’re here … caught or otherwise.”
Celestia and the others stood and headed toward the trees to the cooking pits. Marcy watched them go and looked toward the warlord. Should she go help them? Or stay where she was?
The aliens started heading for the far end of the camp to the tables their meals were laid out on. The warlord stood and looked her way. “E’mahn neok. Come to me.”
The words, does not translate, whispered through her head. She didn’t know whate’mahn neok,meant but the answer to whether she should help the others serve or not was answered with the warlord’s outstretched hand.