I put her down. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the center of the atrium where all Dante’s warriors are swaying and stomping their feet. The rest of the sarkarnlings raise a cheer when they see me, and there are some flames because some of the older ones have learnt how to flame.
“Wait here,” Della tells me and takes three solemn steps back.
I look over my shoulder at her, and she gives me a huge, beaming smile filled with sharp fangs. Scarlett rapidly motions to me to look away, and as I turn back, Dante is waiting.
With Dalox at one of his broad shoulders and Dart at the other, I cannot take my eyes off my smoking hot Sarkarnii warlord. Dante’s hips sway from side to side in a sinuous, hypnotic motion, his tail following as he steps slowly, slowly towards me, the beat getting deeper and his strides gettinglonger until he is there, in front of me, a great mountain of scales, spines, and Sarkarnii.
“My heartsfire,” he rumbles, capturing my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I dance for you.”
“And why are you dancing?” I ask, as his fire-filled eyes gaze on me.
“To make you my mate,” Dante says. “And because I belong to you, little flame. Now and forever, if you’ll have me.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I reply. “Now bite me before you get into trouble all over again.”
He leans into me, those incredible eyes blazing.
“My sweet mate. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
And he sinks his fangs into my skin as all around us great cheers raise the roof.
ROSALIE
My big bad chaos Sarkarnii stares into my eyes, searching my face for something.
“Did I…do it right?” He breathes.
All around us, his crew are celebrating, ale wine is flowing but I have a Sarkarnii who, after our beginning, isn’t sure if he has done the right thing.
I put my finger at my chin and my head on one side, looking my handsome warlord up and down. His scales glitter under the light, he is wearing pants, but they are set low on his hips. Across his chest is a bandolier filled with knives, because…Dante.
“Let me think.” I say, holding back a laugh as his body tenses.
“Should it not be what you require, you may envenomate me.” Dante says, his voice breathless.
I get the impression he’d enjoy either option. I smile at him and run my tongue over my teeth.
His hips twitch violently.
It would appear I have the ultimate power over my warlord. He may have bitten me first, but I have the last bite, if I want it.
And he’s certainly more than a snack.
“I liked…”
Dante leans forward, holding his breath.
“The decorations your crew put up.”
His eyes widen. I’m barely holding back my mirth, almost choking on it, which serves me right.
“Dante…” I reach for his hand and he instantly drops to his knees in front of me.
“My sweet mate, you have all of me, all my scales, all my fire, all my hoard, I danced as well as I could. Please say it was enough.”
He grasps at my waist, pulling me against him as his tail waves behind him.
“Dante.” I put my finger under his chin, although he’s still taller than me, even kneeling.
