It was at that moment, Dragon thought, that he had truly understood the depth of his adopted brother’s cruelty and depravity. He had known from the moment they were first introduced that Zerlix disliked him, but he had never quite understood how much until that very moment…
He shook his head, trying to push the ugly memory away. He had done that little Pleasure Girl no good by refusing to fuck her on his ceremony night, he thought. All he had done was make her a target for Zerlix—and unfortunately, now the little feela was a target, too.
I’ll protect her, though, he swore to himself, feeling that invisible, protective presence rise inside him once more. I couldn’t protect the Pleasure Girl—she was in the blue light district and she belonged to her pimp—there was nothing I could do for her. But the little feela is in my rooms, locked away, where even Zerlix can’t get to her. She’s safe—I’ll keep her safe, I swear it!
And he would never hurt her or take her against her will—even if it was the Saurian way, and even if she thought he was going to. It wasn’t his way, Dragon told himself. The idea of forcing a female was disgusting to him—wrong. He wouldn’t do it no matter how luscious her naked body had looked, floating in the soaking tub.
She’s so beautiful, he thought and remembered, uncomfortably, how his shaft had stirred and hardened when he looked at her. He had never had that reaction to a Saurian female—never longed to touch and caress their naked bodies as he had wished he could touch and caress the little feela’s curvy form.
It’s only that she looks so different from a Saurian female, Dragon thought. Her skin looked so soft and extra naked, somehow, because it wasn’t covered in the thin, close-set scales he was so used to seeing. Her breasts were so large and full, her nipples so ripe and pink. Saurian females had inverted nipples that only came out during the very brief time they breast-fed their young. But the little feela’s nipples seemed to poke out all the time, almost as though they were begging to be sucked and touched.
He had also noticed that she had hair elsewhere—not just on her head. She had a soft little thatch of red curls at the apex of her sex, which was much fuller than a Saurian female’s. Instead of a dry slit, she had plump outer lips that looked like they would be incredibly soft and yielding.
Watching her in the soaking tub, Dragon had had the strangest urge not just to touch her but to kiss her there…to taste her. He had a brief mental image of himself kneeling before her and spreading her legs wide so that he could slip his tongue between those soft, sweet lips and explore her intimately…
Of course, such an idea was madness. A male did not debase himself before a female in that way—it would be seen as a sign of weakness and depravity in Saurian society. But even if a male licking a female’s slit had been socially acceptable, no male would want to do it. A Saurian female’s vaginal area was dry and rough and not very pleasant even for a male’s shaft—let alone his tongue. What male would want to lick that? It would be like lapping a dune in the dessert.
But the idea wouldn’t leave Dragon’s mind. He wondered if the little mammalian female was dry and harsh inside like a Saurian female…or if she was different. Those plump outer lips seemed to indicate that softness and perhaps an interior that was more welcoming to a male’s shaft and perhaps even his tongue…
Dragon shook his head, pushing the illicit thoughts away. The little feela was beautiful and he had Claimed her, but she had made it clear she didn’t want him, so he wouldn’t take her.
It was as simple as that.
13
Walking quickly to the door, over the freezing cold floor tiles, Bobbi found that the son of a bitch really had locked her in!
“That bastard!” she muttered to herself, after yanking uselessly at the door latch for a moment. “If he thinks he can keep me here, he’s got another think coming!”
Then she felt another spike of pain in her temples and groaned. Damn, could things get any worse? She was damp and cold and she had a pounding headache. Plus, she was being held prisoner by a rogue Kindred who lived with the Saurians she’d been warned against. And hadn’t he said something about being a member of a “Clan?”
Remembering Commander Sylvan’s explanation of the way things worked on Saurous, she wondered if that was some kind of a gang or Mafia family. Was her situation like someone who had been kidnapped by the Mob? If so, would the Kindred of the Mother Ship be able to get to her, even if they were able to somehow track her to this part of Saurous?