I lift myself up to my full height and square my shoulders before entering the scout ship.
“Let’s go,” I bark at the pilot. “The sooner we get this over, the sooner I can get on with mating my female.”
“Really, Driok?” Maggie says from behind me.
She has her hands on her hips, and the clothing she wears emphasizes the subtle rounding of her stomach. Not that I chose those very items for her, for this reason, but it does work.
“I genuinely don’t think these Sarkarnii need to know what you’re planning in the bedroom department.”
The scout ship is already cresting the outer atmosphere of Vorostor as I cage my Maggie against the bulkhead. She stares out the window, ignoring me until I put my hand under her chin and pull her gaze back to me.
“Who says what I’m planning will be in our quarters?”
Maggie cocks her head on one side, not pulling away from my grip. “You like a bit of exhibitionism?”
“A good Sarkarnii male mates his female whenever and wherever she wants to be mated.”
“So it’s my choice?”
“Always,” I growl.
“I’ll bear that in mind.” She stares up at me as if daring me to do something.
Blood, hotter than fire, courses through me. My accelerant sacs fill, my flight lungs are on fire. I want to take her here and now, the way she is goading me.
I place my mouth near her ear. “In my ancestors’ times, males would think nothing of mating their female where she stood, no matter where that was, and in our Sarkarnii form,” I rasp. “I can bring back the ritual if you like.”
I’m rewarded by a waft of her scent, her intoxicating liquor which is so heady I’m sure the entire bridge can smell her.
I growl deep in my chest. Maggie’s eyes are still defiant. She opens her mouth, and I’m preparing to remove her clothing for easy access.
“We’re about to dock, my lord,” the pilot announces, far too loudly.
I turn with a snarl, and everyone is pretending to do their jobs, which is highly annoying. Maggie releases a snort of amusement.
“I like your crew,” she says, ducking underneath my arm and strolling over to the viewing window. “And I’ve never seen a spacecraft dock with another.”
It would appear my cock has been frustrated on this occasion, but it will not be in the future, I vow under my breath.
“Then you will see the best.” I stride over to where she stands and wrap my arm around her waist as my main ship comes into view.
Beside me, I hear a tiny gasp and my heart swells in my chest.
“Big, isn’t it?” I say to her. “Biggest ship Vorostor has.”
“Bigger isn’t always better,” Maggie replies.
“I think you know that isn’t true.” I look down at her as she stares straight ahead. “Bigger is always better.”
MAGGIE
Lydia
How are you? Where are you? Did you push Driok down a hole yet?
Kerra
Lydia!
