He doesn’t even make an attempt to deal with the drool dropping from one corner.
“Do you like it?” I ask redundantly.
“Uff,” Driok replies.
I do a little twirl for him. The scraps of silk, which miraculously cling to all the right places and yet reveal so much more, flutter gently.
His tail thumps against a stack of boxes. There is an undeniable bulge in the front of his pants, one which probably couldn’t have been contained by new pants, but certainly having pants means Hetty isn’t subjected to a Sarkarnii cock.
Although given she’s told me she has multiple mates, I doubt it would scare her in any way.
“What do you think of your mate?” Hetty prompts him.
“Uff,” Driok says.
“I’m probably going to need more than that to decide whether or not I should wear this tonight,” I prompt him.
He shuts his jaw with a snap.
“I think I just got swallowed by a space worm,” he says. “Because this cannot be real. My mate is a star plucked from the galaxy and placed in front of me. She is all the jewels in the universe made flesh. She makes my cock…”
“I think I get the idea,” I cut him off. “Looks like I’ll be wearing the dress,” I say to Hetty.
“Not for long if your mate has his way.” Hetty releases a dirty chuckle.
Driok takes a step towards me, as if he’s frightened to touch, but then his hand runs over my side, and he pulls me against him, his other hand pressed over my abdomen, where my pregnancy is very much on display.
“So ripe and delicious,” he murmurs. “Such perfection.”
“You don’t mind it?”
“Mind what? Mind the fact I could die right here and now and I’d die happy?” Driok rumbles.
“I mean…all of me…on show.”
“You are always on show, little mate. As long as you want it, I want it for you. Any male should be proud to stand at your side. I certainly am.”
Once again, my chest swells. A male I once thought arrogant and self-centered, Driok is proving himself to be the complete opposite.
He was supposed to be the Butcher of Haldane. However, it would seem he is, instead, the thief of my heart.
DRIOK
Imay have had to contain my rut once before, I may already know how painful it was, but it isnothingcompared to seeing my mate wearing something which emphasizes everything I adore about her and not being able to mate her on the spot.
It aches. It aches so much. The mere thought of sheathing myself in her is enough to make my cock leak.
“Did you get your ship?” Maggie says, somehow managing to break into my thoughts.
“Yes.”
“His speech is improving.” The vendor laughs. “You need another dress.”
I give her the benefit of my best snarl, but she simply laughs some more and bustles away into the rear of the alcove behind the clothing creator.
I slowly circle my mate, taking in every single part of her beautiful body. She is absolutely delicious, and I’m licking my lips at the thought of peeling her out of the item she is wearing.
“I have a ship. A Paralnyi trader found me one. I have sent the details to the baron,” I manage to get out in an attempt to quell my rut. “He has also assisted me in obtaining weapons.”
