Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar #4) - Zoey Draven Page 0,102

shallow when my hands went to the laces of my trews. She shifted forward, uncrossing her long legs. I nearly groaned at the curiosity I saw in her gaze, curiosity I intended to assuage tonight.

“Lie back on the furs, seffi, and take off that dress if you do not want it destroyed,” I growled. “We aren’t waiting anymore, lysi?”

Chapter Thirty-Four

“I’d rather not take the dress off,” I murmured, hoping my voice sounded calm and strong. The opposite of what I truly felt.

I was surprised my hand didn’t tremble as he stalked towards me. Slowly. Like a predator circling its prey. His hands went to his chest, tearing at the strap that held his sword at his back.

Followed shortly by his boots…his tunic…

Then his hands returned to the laces of his trews, half of them undone.

“Take it off,” he rasped. “Are you going to make me beg, seffi?”

“Would you?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Undoubtedly,” he growled, those eyes shimmering wickedly, though his expression was so drawn and intense that he looked angry.

Ignoring the way my heart was attempting to pound its way from my chest, I watched as he tore through the hide laces of his trews and peeled them efficiently down his legs. When he straightened, completely and utterly naked, my breath left me.

Golden, warm flesh that looked like velvet in the fire’s light. All hardened muscle, dipping and rising, casting shadows across his skin. Glinting scars winking as he approached.

And his kakkiva. His cock. It was thick and pulsing. That angry, flushed head was slick with the beginnings of his seed, dripping down the length. His deva were drawn tight underneath him and though I couldn’t see his dakke—the sensitive bump above the root of his cock—I knew it would be hard and aching too.

Magnificent male, I thought, barely concealing a whimper.

Kiran came to stand in front of me, towering over me. His knees brushed my thighs and the bed was at the right height so his cock was right in front of me. Up close, I saw the golden tattoos swirling across the flesh. Most Dakkari males who intended to take a mate had them. A promise to their mate.

Quicker than I could blink, Kiran’s hand reached down and he tore the dress clean from my body.

“Kiran!” I gasped, too shocked to realize that I now sat naked in front of him, watching as the scraps of the dress that Hinna had brought to me were now in tatters next to the bed.

“I warned you,” he rumbled in reply, his voice so dark and guttural it was almost unrecognizable.

Then he pushed me back on the furs and that was when I realized the position I found myself in.

In a Vorakkar’s bed. At his mercy. Naked and exposed to him. The flesh between my thighs was slick and aching and tingling. I might’ve been uncertain about this before but my body knew what it wanted…and it wanted Kiran. It always had.

“Vok,” Kiran rasped, staring down at me. Looking like the dangerous, dark king he was, his face slightly shadowed, as his gaze trailed over my body. My first instinct was to cover myself—an old habit—but when I moved my hands, he snapped, “Nik.”

That word made me freeze, made my hands drift hesitantly down to my sides.

That was when I realized I liked the way he was looking at me. It made me shiver. I swore I could feel the heat of his gaze as it traveled over my body, running over my breasts, my waist, my hips, my sex, my legs.

Kiran looked at me like he owned me. Like I was his to do with whatever he pleased.

“You want me on my knees before you, seffi?”

There was something happening here. Something I wasn’t sure I understood, but his words felt like a challenge. Like a struggle for power, power that he was giving to me. He wanted to see if I would take it.

My chest was heaving as I looked up at him.

“Lysi.”

Kiran didn’t keep me waiting. He lowered himself down to the floor of the voliki and when his hands came to my thighs, parting them, they felt like a brand over my skin. Searing and hot.

A small exhale escaped me when he pulled me right to the edge. Anticipation rose in my belly. Laru had told me about this. How a male could pleasure a female like this. I’d always been curious about what it felt like.

“You are never allowed to wear anything to our bed again,