Maggie
I’m caged by an enormous Sarkarnii, his tail lashing in the water behind him like the primeval beast he is. His eyes blaze, the slit pupils blown wide as his forked tongue flickers out from between his lips.
I remember the tongue.
I remember how he was hesitant at first, and then how Driok became emboldened, a little grunt of enjoyment when he worked out what was happening. How that made my heart flip over. How it changed everything.
How he made me melt.
How he made me feel.
“Little mate,” Driok rumbles. “I rutted for you.”
“But you weren’t here.”
“I know.”
“And now…” My eyes flick downwards.
Driok makes a guttural noise in the back of his throat and one hand drops. He places it on my stomach, onto the swelling there I cannot hide, not anymore. A relief, perhaps, I can admit to myself if no one else, that I did what I did.
And I can own it, even if Driok had chosen to leave.
“Now you have a sarkarnling in your belly,” Driok rasps, his thick thumb sweeping over my abdomen, the heat, even under the water, even through the straining fabric of my swim suit, seeping into me.
“Our sarkarnling.” He raises his eyes to me, and they are filled with fire.
“Do you know how much that makes me want to rut you all over again?” He growls, low and deep.
“How I want to plunder your sweet cunt, fill you to the brim, and then do it all over until you cannot even breathe my name, let alone scream it.”
This is Driok. This is the dominant male who made my body sing. His first time and yet it was as if he had always known me.
I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t move. He cups the back of my head, the finger of his other hand tipping up my chin until Driok is all I can see. The fine scales on his face glittering like freckles, his high cheekbones, his full lips.
I hadn’t thought I wanted a Sarkarnii. I thought they were all idiots. Until Driok rumbled those words into my ear.
“You are by far the most beautiful creature in this room.”
And I turned to tell him to piss off.
But I couldn’t. Because this huge warlord had something in his eyes I recognized. Something which spoke to me without words.
Yes, I admit, some of it was probably the ale wine. But the rest was him…and me…and what we did that night.
I’ve never done anything like it before.
And here, now, with him so close, the water beading on his scales, the way his lips are so close to mine, my anger, my embarrassment of letting someone in, someone like Driok, arrogant, egotistical, and yet vulnerable at the same time—it all evaporates back to who we were the night he got me pregnant.
Driok’s lips brush mine. A spark fires through me. I shouldn’t be letting him in a second time, but I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am.
And why shouldn’t I take pleasure from him? He might have done a disappearing act, but a girl has needs.
I have needs. And who’s to say I’ll be the one sticking around this time?
I open my mouth and slip my tongue into his mouth. Driok groans over me, the double tip of his tongue sweeping over mine, taking what he wants from me and giving everything back.
And I want it. I want it so much. I want him. I need him.
“Do you like the garment you are wearing?” Driok murmurs over my mouth as he continues to set me on fire.
“It’s the only one I have.”
“I will get you a thousand more,” he growls, and his claws snap away the two straps, allowing him access to my breasts.
He lifts me up against the rock, placing me on a ledge where the water runs down behind me and where he easily peels away the rest of my suit, leaving me bare before him.
Driok dips his head and captures one of my nipples between his teeth, gently pulling with the sharp edges before wrapping that incredible tongue around it and extracting a moan from my lips as he tugs on the highly sensitive peak.
He takes a drag on the other one, pulling it into a tight red button, and then inspects his work.
“Do these fill with milk when you are ready to birth?” he breathes.
“Yes.” I drop my head back against the stone as he continues to pay them attention.
“Good,” he rumbles. “Because I am going to enjoy them all the more when I can feed.”
Pleasure spikes all the way to my core, and Driok’s nostrils widen.
“You want me to feed from you,” he rasps, a smile which is far more fang than it should be quirking up one corner of his mouth. “My bad little mate. What else do you want me to do to you?”
He trails his lips down my body until he reaches my little pooch of a stomach where he stops and huffs hot breath on my skin.
“I cannot wait until you are great with sarkarnling, my mate. I am going to enjoy your body so very much,” Driok says, pressing my thighs apart with his huge hands, exposing me to him. “But for now, I am going to feast on your pretty little cunt.”
Without any further warning, he shoves his head between my legs and swipes his incredible tongue through my folds. And the instant he touches my clit, I see stars.