“Yes, my little flame?”
“It was more than enough.” I press my lips to his. “It was the best dance I’ve ever seen.”
“It was?” He murmurs over my mouth.
“It was.”
I squeak as I’m tossed into his arms, his feet thumping as we exit the dining hall without any ceremony. Dante pounds the passages of his ship until we are in his quarters.
He scrapes his fangs up the side of my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
“I need to show you something, my mate.” He breathes, his scent spicy in my nostrils, his lips on mine in a deep possessive kiss I don’t think I’ll ever recover from.
I also think I can imagine what Dante wants to show me. He likes to show me it often.
When I’m released from the kiss, I expect to be caged and mated but instead, Dante pulls away from me, his wings and tail shifted into dragon form, he dives into the depression in the center of the room with a deep, low growl.
Surprised I follow him to see more than just a tail and wings. Dante is in his Sarkarnii form, smoke billowing from his nostrils, which he cuts off swiftly as soon as I appear.
It’s rare for Dante to be in this form when he’s resting, although I know from my friends the other Sarkarnii sometimes prefer it, the reason they have these depressions rather than any other sort of bed.
“What is it, Dante?” I ask as he snuffles around underneath himself.
“I have something for you, my mate.” He suddenly changes back, mostly, to his humanoid form, extending a hand out to me.
In it is the biggest gemstone I’ve ever seen anywhere. It glows with a deep blue inner as if lit from within.
“Oh.” I say as it is tipped into my hands and I nearly drop the thing. “It’s beautiful.”
“I have more.” Dante moves to one side and in the center of the depression is an opening, in which there has to be hundreds of gems. “My hoard. It is yours.”
“So all this time, we’ve been sleeping on…these?” I turn the jewel over in my hands. It’s the size of a goose egg, the facets reflecting the light, sparkling over my face.
“All Sarkarnii sleep with their hoard.” Dante says. “And their mates sleep with it too. You are my mate, you sleep with my hoard.”
“I don’t need jewels to love you, Dante.” I smile at him, holding out the stone.
“But I need them to adorn you.” He lifts his other hand, and in it he holds the most beautiful necklace. “I want them to adorn you while I breed your pretty cunt.”
I’m pulled down into the dip and Dante puts the necklace over my head, the jewels hanging like a waterfall as I slip out of my dress and stand before him, before his hoard, entirely naked.
Dante growls as his gaze rakes over me, his body shaking, hips twitching and I already know it means he’s close to the edge, almost as close as I am.
His pants are gone in the blink of an eye, his thick cock jutting at me, pre-cum running down it onto the floor.
“And I want to mate you with my hoard fully revealed, so you can see what a warlord I am.”
I trace my hand down his abs until I can grasp his cock and make him groan.
“I know what a warlord you are.” I stroke him from root to tip, marvelling at how his hook appears and disappears. “You are my warlord, Dante and don’t forget it.”
Now I’m caged. Now I’m pinned against the comfortable cushions, his cock pressing against my entrance as my great Sarkarnii warlord snarls over me.
“My mate.” He rasps. “Mine.” He drives his shaft home, breaching me with the most beautiful stretch as I gasp beneath him, his wings shifted, his tail shifted, his body shifted.
Dante is all claw, all jaw, all male, all Sarkarnii as he thrusts inside me, delicious, slow strokes as he gazes down at me, at where we are joined.
“My Rosalie, my mate, my every desire. You are the only jewel I need in my hoard.” He says. “You are my galaxy and my world, little flame, you bring calm to my chaos and light to my life.”
