“Look, I might not know much about Sarkarnii, but on my planet, I did some medical training,” she hesitates briefly, “as a nurse, but I ended up giving it up.” She flaps her hand at me. “That bit doesn’t matter but what I do know is if humans were conducting medical research, it would be in a proper, controlled environment.” She looks around at the warriors who are now all trying to keep their distance from her and also get on with their work. “Not by way of mayhem.”
“It doesn’t hurt them,” I say with a lash of my tail. “They’ll recover, and all my crew are as keen on a cure as I am.”
“It doesn’t matter if they want to do it or not. You’re the one in charge, Dante.” She glares at me.
Yet again, the little female makes my cock throb within my pouch, its sensitive head pressing to get out. I hate that there are Sarkarnii all around us. I want her to myself.
But here, in the middle of the lab section, I can’t do what I want. Not while there is work to do, given the most recent batch obviously didn’t work.
“Aquium!” I exclaim and lift her from her feet again.
Rosalie squeaks deliciously, her little hands slapping at my chest which only makes my cock harder. If I can get her and me into an aquium, maybe I can control myself.
Admittedly, the chances of any self control left a long time ago, but then who knows? Maybe this time.
I thunder through my ship, warriors scattering ahead of me and in my wake until we get to the aquiums where I roar out my dominance, and the place is filled with escaping, slippery, scaly bodies.
“Aquium,” I growl into my mate’s neck, inhaling her sweet scent and luxuriating in the proximity to her.
Then I drop her into the water.
ROSALIE
Iburst up through the surface spluttering and gasping for air, but Dante, the reason I’m fully dressed in this pool, is nowhere to be seen.
Did he dump me in the water and leave?
Of course this is also the Sarkarnii who bit me because he liked me, so perhaps I shouldn’t be too shocked at the current outcome as I swim to the side of the aquium.
I suppose I should be grateful Dante recalled I asked for a bath. Even if he chose this unorthodox method of proving himself. I put my hands on the side and pull my soaking self out of the water.
Only I don’t get all the way out. Something tugs at my foot. I pull harder and it pulls back. Maggie used to wind Lydia up with tales of a monster worm which would inhabit the aquiums looking for prey, but I know it’s made up. The Sarkarnii would eat anything like that…wouldn’t they?
I kick out at what has me, holding onto the side of the pool, but then a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and I have a soggy head resting on my shoulder.
“Dante,” I say quietly.
He makes a noise in my ear which sounds very much like a purr.
“When I said I wanted a bath, I wanted to take my clothes off before I got in.”
“I can help you take them off now,” he murmurs in my ear, his chest pressed against my back and what I thought was a purr continuing to rumble through us both.
The hands around me are removed, and although I probably shouldn’t be bothered by the loss of his touch, I am.
Hands grasp at my boots, and they are pulled free, sailing over my head onto the side of the pool. Those same strong hands pull at my pants, which I slide out of easily, much to my surprise…but then I’ve never been fully clothed in a pool before.
I lift my top over my head and dump it on the side, leaning back to dunk my hair under water again running my fingers through it in order to clear out the dried blood.
“Let me.” Dante bobs next to me, taking hold of my hand and pulling me further out.
Initially I resist, but Dante is far larger and more powerful than me, easily towing me through the water in the direction he wants to go. In the end, I give up, allowing myself to be pulled along, the lights under the surface dancing over his scales. He is pantsless, of course, but then that’s perfectly normal for Sarkarnii, given they don’t have their junk on the outside.
Although, if Kerra and Scarlett are to be believed, when it appears outside, it could be used as a weapon in its own right.
Why am I thinking about Dante’s…male parts? I did not ask to come to the aquium for anything other than a bath. Just because he bit me and he doesn’t look like the back end of a bus doesn’t mean I will fall for him like some doe-eyed groupie.
I appear to be arguing in defiance of my body which is having an absolute moment in the water.
