Scarlett and my friends have melted back into the crowd, so it is just me and Driok as he makes his way towards me, his hips swinging, his tail lashing and his wings, those awkward appendages, looking as if he is always this way.
As he completes his slow, rhythmic dance, his feet moving to the beat, his eyes never leaving me, Driok reaches out and pulls me into his arms, swinging me around as the drums notch up, the beats matching the way my heart is pounding.
“Spitfire,” Driok rumbles in my ear, cradling me in one arm while the other rests on my stomach, rounded and visible in the flowing dress. “You are my beginning and my end. You are my shining star above. All I have is yours and yours alone. No matterwhere you are, I will always be there for you. Take my heart, because it is yours.”
I’m not sure I can even breathe, but he takes me in a kiss which is everything, and all around us there are cheers.
“I love you, Driok,” I murmur over his lips. “I thought love was lost to me, but I see all I had to do was cross galaxies and I would find it, in you.”
“My mate.” Driok spans out his hand. “And my family. Ancestors above, fate has been true to us both.”
EPILOGUE
MAGGIE
“Do you like this garment?” Driok growls against the skin of my neck.
“I don’t mind it.” I reply, grasping at his hair and leaning back to make sure he gets access.
There’s a soft ripping sound as he slides a claw up my front and then a cool breeze as the air hits my bare skin.
“I guess I’ll get Scarlett to make me another.”
Driok’s lips fasten over one of my nipples groaning my name and his hands parting my thighs as he slips in a single digit.
“So hot and wet for me, little mate.” He rasps.
“What can I say, you danced well.”
Driok’s hips buck and I feel the wet head of his cock against my thigh. As always my Sarkarnii wants everything all at once.
“I danced for you, little mate.” He rumbles, lifting me up and depositing me on his lap.
“Aren’t you worried one of your warriors is going to wander in here?”
“My warriors are far too busy carousing to go wandering around the flyer hangers.” Driok buries his head in my neck, nipping at my skin.
My bare back is facing the viewing window of the modified flyer. I lift myself up, moving on his lap, grinding myself against him.
Driok groans my name.
“Is that my jewel, spitfire?” He says, gazing over my shoulder.
The jewel, no doubt glinting in the reflection of the viewing window is buried in the place it’s meant to be.
“Of course.”
“I love you being filled with my sarkarnling.” He groans, his hands roving over my swollen stomach. “And I promise you, you will always be filled while I am able to fill you.”
“You want me pregnant again?”
“Pregnant and bearing my bite, little mate.”
“Oh yeah, you want to bite me.” I laugh. But Driok’s face is serious. “You want to bite me?”
“My bite will be my bond, and it will make our mating even better.” He purrs.
Driok is purring, all must be well with the universe.
