Driok
Ibelieve Dalox enjoyed agreeing to my mate’s plan. I have plenty of respect for the old warrior, especially given his lineage, but I did not require his agreement, nor do I need his indulgence.
I have worked hard enough and been around long enough not to seek out such platitudes anymore.
Provided my mate becomes mine, I have no interest in anything else, not Dalox, not the smirks from Dexx or Darax. Dante, as ever, remains clueless, even as his human female mate stands beside him.
How did Dante get mated? Dante out of all the warlords. I wonder if his female has something wrong with her.
“Driok has been given special dispensation to use the forbidden sector,” Dalox announces. “Until such time as he and his mate determine they wish to return.”
Dante grins wildly, given he is the only one who can access this sector. Of course I’d end up having to rely on the nevver. Like I’ll ever be rid of him.
I beckon to my cohort of warriors.
“Wait,” Maggie says. “What are you doing?”
“Do you think we would enter this sector alone? You will need protection when I am not available,” I respond.
“I don’t think so,” she replies. “You want me, you get me, not half of your crew as well.”
She does that thing with her arms. It pushes out her stomach, and my cock nevving nearly unpouches and punches through my pants.
Ancestors! I need to be with her, to mate her, to have her right now, or I think my cock might just fall off.
I gesture to my warriors and they stop where they are.
“You have my orders.” I nod at the lead warrior.
“Yes, Lord Driok.” He thumps his fist over his chest and gives me a short bow.
“Then we go.” I turn back to my little female.
“You agree?”
“I agree.”
“To the pair of us going alone into an unknown sector.”
I lean into her. “What makes you think it’s unknown?” I say quietly, so only she can hear, flashing a fang.
My Maggie takes in a breath, but before she can say anything, I have her in my arms, and I’m striding through the airlock from the neutral sector into the one sector which is less ship and more Vorostor.
The sector no one wanted because of the one warlord who did and who has been missing for some time.
I doubt very much he wants it back, if he even still lives.
“Put me down!” Maggie drums a fist on my chest. “Put me down, now!”
I let her slither down my abdomen, so I can feel every curve of her body, until she is on her feet.
“I left my bag, all my clothes, behind.” She turns, taking a step back to the neutral sector.
“You don’t need it,” I rasp, attempting not to think of her with no clothes on, as I found her in the hot springs near my sector. The ones I used to frequent.
“I absolutely do.”
“If I don’t need my warriors, you do not need…clothes.”
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Maggie replies, snorting out a hot breath.
My mate is filled with fire, and she makes my entire groin light up and gives me a pain in my chest from the amount of mating mix in my veins.
“Yes,” I respond. “I would.”
“Well, enjoy that thought, buster,” she growls at me. “Because it’s all you’re going to get.”
She strides down the passage toward the exit into the forbidden zone. I check behind me, only to see Dante and Darax grinning back.
Darax puts his hand over his chest and gives me a short bow which has nothing to do with respect.
“Good luck, brother,” he calls out.
“I’ve commanded armies. I’ve battled almost every force in all the galaxies. I’ve fought space worms for the ancestors’ sake. I do not require luck with my female,” I snarl back.
In reply, the airlock shuts behind me, and I see Maggie is already out of sight.
Racing to the second airlock, one which is permanently open by the looks of the vegetation which is slowly encroaching within the passage, I expect to see her somewhere outside.
There is no sign a small female was ever here. Nothing at all.
I look from left to right. Where could she have gone in such a short time? It’s impossible for her to disappear.
Impossible.
“Well?” A voice comes from behind me, and I turn with a yelp.
Maggie stands on a small rise, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
“This was your idea,” she says. “What do we do now?”
“I think you’ll find not going to my sector was your idea,” I reply.
“But being sent to alien jungle purgatory was your idea,” she responds. “Nice one.”
Maggie jumps down, and I instantly put out my arms, which she equally instantly avoids.
“Let’s get one thing straight, big guy.” Maggie glares up at me. “I am not some sort of doll you can pick up at whim and carry around. I walk. If need be, I run. I am not delicate and I won’t break if I do these things.”
“What is a d-holl?” I study her beautiful face, her bright eyes boring into me, making my cock ache once again.
“It’s an inanimate object children play with. I am not your plaything, okay, Driok?”
“Not yet.” I feel my fangs lengthening and my tail shifting, lashing behind me. “But you were once, and I look forward to the day you are again.”