Chapter 10
DALOX
My mate asked for another female before she went into another slumber, this one significantly lighter than before. I did not like the way the water came from her eyes, so I did as she asked and brought the one female who is not mated to any other warlord.
I think.
They are talking together in low voices.
My female looks pale and is now wearing something other than the covering from the healing pod.
I would prefer she still wore it because I got the occasional flash of skin and her scent was incredible.
At least my mate is awake, and it would seem she has found the female of some assistance.
Finally, the other female goes to the food dispenser, and I see her getting water. I make my move closer to my mate, needing to feel her heat, to drink in her scent.
“I brought you a female,” I announce. “As you asked.”
Gillian stares at me. “You abducted another one?”
“She came willingly.”
Gillian narrows her eyes, and I think I’m going to be envenomated. Something any true male worthy of his ancestors should stand up to, and accept, as part of obtaining the very mate he desires. I throw out my shoulders, my tail lashing behind me, and present my neck.
I am not afraid of her bite.
“I don’t think you know the difference, Dalox,” Gillian says, and makes no move to bite me. Instead she shakes her head. “And what’s all this about you being in rut? What is a rut?”
The other female is coming back. I lift my lips, show my fangs, but she keeps on coming and hands my mate a goblet of water.
“What is the rut?” Gillian turns to her.
“It means Dalox is going to dance for you.” The female claps her hands together.
“I doubt that very much, Lydia,” Gillian replies, eyeing me. “He’s already expressed an interest in doing something which could be classified as the horizontal mambo but not actual dancing.”
Lydia, the female, snorts a laugh. I growl. Both of them glare at me.
“This might be an easier conversation if you were elsewhere,” Gillian says.
“I have only just brought the female here, as you asked,” I say with a huff of smoke.
“I didn’t mean Lydia, Dalox. I meant you.”
“I will not leave you,” I growl.
“Well, go somewhere else in your man…Sarkarnii cave,” Gillian says with a tone I’ve not come across before.
One I feel like I should obey…
“I am Dalox, fleet admiral of the Sarkarnii, member of the High Bask…” I look at her. She has her lips in a strange shape, and my words don’t seem to have made any impression on her at all. “I will go see to my hoard,” I finish, lamely.
They both watch me walk away. Gillian sips from her cup, and I would do anything to have her lips on me in the way I’ve seen the other females do to their warlords.
I cannot concentrate on my hoard. All I want is to have her in my lap, to provide her with sustenance, to adorn her with jewels, to worship every single part of her.
I want her to send me crashing to the floor over and over. I want her to fight me until her breath is hot on my scales and…
“You do know you’re growling, Dalox, don’t you?” Gillian is standing next to me as I rub a cloth over my hoard. “And what the hell is that?!” she exclaims, looking at what I have in my hand.
“It is the diamond of Njir.” I hold it up to the light. “I took it from their prince when he dared to challenge me.”
Gillian stares at the jewel as if her eyes are about to pop from her head.
“It is yours.” I place it into her hand, and her arm drops briefly before she cups the jewel with both of them. “All I have is yours, mate. My warriors, my ships, my hoard, and me.”
“What if…” She stares at the jewel for a long time. “What if I don’t want any of it? What if I only want one thing?”
“Then tell me and it will be yours. I am a Sarkarnii warlord. There is nothing I cannot do,” I say, rising to my feet.
“Can you take this thing? It weighs a ton.” She hands me back the jewel.
“I can.” I take it from her, caressing the sparkling jewel before lowering it reverentially into my hoard.
“And can you take me and Lydia back to Earth?”
I stare at her. “To Earth?”
“To my home planet. I want to go home, Dalox. That’s the only thing I want from you.”