Her little brow furrows. “Okay, but I’m sticky with…well, you know.” She dips her head, but I capture her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“I want you like this. the scent of my seed on you will stop any of the warlords claiming you,” I growl.
“Oh.” Kerra’s eyes widen. “They would want me?”
The door to my quarters takes a pounding, no doubt from the warriors I selected to accompany me into the neutral sector.
“Little mate, there’s too much you don’t yet understand about the Sarkarnii,” I respond, releasing her from my grip before leaning in to mate her mouth briefly.
I think I like mating her mouth almost as much as mating the rest of her, especially as she arches her back into me.
Despite the fact I have no desire to leave my personal den, because having a warm body in it is incredibly comforting, I rise and pull on my pants.
Kerra stretches out, revealing her delicious body to me. A body I want to plunder all over again and one which makes my cock push from my pouch.
“I need to speak to my warriors. I will be right outside. Take all the time you need to get ready, but do not use my personal aquium,” I growl.
Kerra nods at my words, and I shield her with my body as I open the door and step out. The two warriors I handpicked are bristling with unused energy, something they will need if we are to survive a meet in the sector.
“You understand the mission,” I growl at them. “Protect the female, and at no point must you mention the additional hoo-mans.”
Both nod, although just how much penetrates their excitement and desire to go into the sector where there are no rules and plenty of Sarkarnii toplaywith is debatable.
I have to trust them, or…
“Failure to adhere to my orders will mean clipped wings and the next nova-year on filter cleaning duty,” I growl.
I think it gets their attention, or it could be the door opening behind me and Kerra stepping out.
She is dressed, and she is covered in my scent, but it doesn’t stop me snarling at my warriors to stay back. Every atom of my being wants to shift, to protect, to keep her with me. The mere proximity of warriors creates a maelstrom of violence, itching to extend from my claws into their flesh.
And these are mere Sarkarnii, not even the members of the High Bask who present the biggest threat to my mate and my rut.
“Darax? Is everything okay?” Kerra asks, putting her hand on my arm.
It’s as if I’ve been dropped into a vat of ale-wine, bliss filling my veins, somehow calming the fire within me. I thought the rut was all explosions and growling.
I may have been wrong.
“We should go,” I say as I’m dragged back up to the surface by my brain.
My cock, on the other hand wants to go straight back to my den.
It will have to wait, or I risk the warlords, Dalox particularly, breaking into my sector and starting a war.
A war I would win because I have a mate.
With the two warriors keeping a respectful distance at our rear, I take Kerra through our sector, pointing out the dining hall, which is thronged with warriors as it always is, the entrance to the aquiums, which I promise to show her later, and the main atrium where there are a number of shifted Sarkarnii in the air.
She takes it all in with quiet interest. Once we reach the main airlock into the neutral sector, we stop.
“We may call this place neutral, but it is anything but,” I explain. “Whatever happens in this sector is kept within the sector. It doesn’t start a war, it doesn’t count as war, but it can be big and it can be bloody,” I tell Kerra.
“And there are explosions,” one of my warriors says with an element of glee he should really try to contain.
Except the desire to destroy rises within me too. The neutral sector is a place all Sarkarnii enjoy, even if all of us probably shouldn’t.
Especially the leader of a clan.