The bottom lip sticks out. “Wanna go with Rosie.”
“I need to talk to Dante, Della.” Rosalie smiles at her. “And you said you need snacks. We can play later, okay?”
With some reluctance, the little female, Della, slides down Rosalie’s body and onto the floor.
“Promise?” she calls out.
“I promise.” Rosalie waves.
Della skips over to the warriors and takes the hand of one, who, with five more in tow, leads them away in the direction of the dining hall.
“I think they like being with your crew,” Rosalie says with a quirk of her lips.
“They are chaos.”
I look over my shoulder to see the three in the foliage being brought down, the older two following my warriors who carefully place the younger ones on the ground, provide reassurance, a promise to teach them how to climb up…and down, next time. They too are taken for snack time.
“And we are all about the chaos.” I smile at her, probably with too much fang, but I can’t help myself. “On behalf of myself and my warriors, I thank you for your suggestion.”
“I was worried.” Rosalie folds her arms in a manner I now know means she is comfortable and not the one which meansI am in trouble. “I knew they needed to meet your crew, but I wasn’t sure how everyone would mix.”
We both watch a warrior walk past with two sarkarnlings, one on each shoulder, both giggling with delight.
“But it seems you were entirely correct.” I gaze down at her.
Not only is Rosalie my fated mate, but she has brought a calm to my warriors I wasn’t sure was possible. The use of narcotics to control our descent into complete ferality has decreased with no side effects to date, and the scout ship which returned a week ago with news of the eletviz needed to hopefully synthesize a complete cure has confirmed we can trade for it.
I probably shouldn’t have bitten her, but then perhaps something else within me knew what I needed far more than I ever did.
“Sometimes”—she lifts her gaze to me—“I am.”
I snort out a smoke ring.
“Someone has to be around here.”
“Well, it’s hardly going to be you, is it?” She laughs.
“I arranged the…” I search for the word she used. “Sked-duals.”
“Is anyone actually paying any attention to them?” Rosalie quirks up an eyebrow.
Of course, I accompany her everywhere, including to eat if she does not wish to eat in her quarters. It is entirely possible my crew is avoiding us, however, because I have chanced upon the occasional food fight which was entirelyun-sked-dualed.
“They might be?” I suggest.
“And they might not.”
I give her the full force of my fangs, and in return, Rosalie also smiles, little creases appearing in her pink skin. I absolutely love to see them, and unable to help myself, I trace my thumb over her cheek.
Sadly, the creases disappear as her face changes. Since the day of the kizz, we have been together but there has been nothing further, no additional kizzes, just her and me.
I do not know what to do. My cock is permanently attempting to push from my pouch. The mating mix pumps through my veins, bringing on an early shed which itches like a nevver. I’d even accept being envenomated by her if it meant I got to be close to her skin once again.
“Bite me,” I say.
“What?”
I shove my hand at the back of my neck where my scales are beginning to peel and scratch at it.
