Dante stares at me and blinks twice.
“You are my mate. And I love making things explode.”
On the one hand, he is so sure of himself and so happy about what he’s doing, I sort of can’t fault his logic.
On the other hand, this is really, really not going to end well.
“Dante!” a deep, gruff voice calls out, and Dalox, the erstwhile leader of the Sarkarnii warlords, steps into the wide open area. “You have taken a female without her consent. I expect you to give her up immediately and face justice for your actions.”
DANTE
Iwould rather have my tail ripped off than release the human female to Dalox of all the warlords.
He will take her from me and he will not return her.
I might not know why I bit the little female, but I know she belongs to me now. No other warlord will have her. And she liked my explosion. The way she delighted in it has my cock pressing at my pouch painfully. I know enough about mating to know the only way to deal with the way I’m feeling is to sheath my cock in my female.
I’m not entirely sure she’s going to agree to such a thing after I bit her. Especially after Dalox’s pronouncement, in fact she might just envenomate me.
For all my body repeatedly requires narcotics, the last thing I want is to be envenomated by an annoyed female who wishes to reject me. I might know little to nothing about mating, but I know about a female’s bite.
I may need to rethink how I will manage my female once I’ve convinced Dalox she is mine.
My female.
Mine.
The word swirls about my head like fire burning through accelerant. I like it. I like owning it. It is the reason I bit the female. It is the reason I was taking her back to my sector, to my lair. It’s the reason my scales itch and my shift won’t obey my commands.
The female belongs to me. No one will take her from me.
“Boss.” The hatch in my cell door opens and my second, Dart, peers in.
The cell is small, designed that way to stop me from shifting entirely into my Sarkarnii form. While I could do it, and I could most likely escape, I expect Dalox would remove my wings and I’m rather attached to them, so I have not attempted escape…yet.
“What’s happening?” I growl.
“There is to be a trial.” Dart narrows his eyes. “For your transgression.”
“The female is mine. I bit her.”
“Apparently that’s not the way you go about mating,” Dart replies. “You are supposed to rut for her, dance for her, and claim her with her permission. Not just bite her.”
“Since when did you know all this?” I rasp with suspicion.
“Since Dexx told me. And told me to tell you,” Dart says. “He also wanted me to tell you that you are a nevver who shouldn’t mate because the last thing Vorostor needs is more like you.” Dart furrows his brow in confusion at the message he is relaying.
My second is a good warrior, but he knows less about mating than I do.
“I wish to sheath my cock in the little female and breed her,” I growl. “Dalox will not stop me.”
“I expect she might, boss. Darax says females envenomate males who don’t rut correctly.”
I snort out a smoke ring. “And what does he know?” I say haughtily, holding back the internal shiver which proves my earlier hunch correct.
“He is mated,” Dart points out. “To one of the human females like the one you bit.”
“Not all of the little females are the same. Mine liked being bitten. She liked our display of weaponry. You saw how she threw herself at it.” I attempt to pull myself up to my full height, but I’m stopped by the size of the cell. “She likes me.”
