“Which bits?”
“The explosions, but then they’re the best part. And the warlords like to pretend they don’t have any interest, but the fact their crew will sneak into the neutral sector given half a chance tells a different story.”
Rosalie folds her arms. I’m not sure why, but I feel very concerned at this action. It makes my stomach squirm in a strange way.
“Do you need to be so dangerous?”
“I’m not dangerous.” I laugh.
My spines feel soft now, and there is a fog on the edge of my vision which is indicative of what will happen next.
Which I don’t want, not around my mate. But I have time, and time is all I need, for the moment.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” my little flame says, her arms still tightly folded.
“And I will prove to you I am not.” I give her a sweeping bow, which makes me feel dizzy from her delicious scent.
“So what exactly was not venting?” She narrows her eyes. “What do you do here?”
“We make star fuel, and we make narcotics which we trade with the rest of the galaxy.”
“You’re supplying them with drugs?” She gasps.
“And star fuel,” I reply. “It’s what makes the galaxy turn.” I can’t quite fathom her expression. “I also supply them to the warlord clans,” I add.
“Oh, great. I got bitten by a drug warlord.” Rosalie barks out a laugh I don’t really like. “I’m a gangster’s moll.”
I tap the side of my head, wondering if my translator nanos are working correctly.
“I don’t understand what is aganstas-mool?” I query. “Does it mean you’re mated to the most powerful Sarkarnii on Vorostor?” I ask with some hope.
“No.” She narrows her eyes. “It means I’m stuck with a criminal who likes to bite random females.”
“I can assure you, I do not bite random females.” I lean into her, inhaling her delicious scent. “I only bite you.”
“Don’t think you’re going to get another chance,” she growls.
The little female actually growls at me. I feel my tail lengthening and my wings shifting out, not entirely sure what it all means, only I both like it and am terrified by it.
What was it someone mentioned? I’m not sure who because my brain is even more scrambled than normal with her proximity, but I’m sure I heard females can envenomate a male.
I stare at her. Rosalie doesn’t seem to have fangs, which means she must have another way of delivering her venom, or her bite will be very painful.
Perhaps that’s the point…
“I would only bite you if you asked me to,” I suggest. “And”—I swallow down a lot of saliva which has gathered in my mouth, although not all of it—“you can bite me if you like.”
“I might take you up on that offer,” she huffs, looking away from me.
I think my cock is about to punch its way out of my pouch and my pants.
If she did bite me…I think I might die and go to the ancestors…
ROSALIE
With all the enthusiasm of a puppy discovering an entire house filled with treats and toys, Dante shows me around the rest of his ship, introducing me to his crew at a breakneck speed, with a myriad of names and tails and various stages of shift which I know I won’t recall.
I’m shown the labs, the test rooms, the dining hall, the aquiums, and finally, breathlessly, we come to a halt outside a door.
