Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar #4) - Zoey Draven Page 0,104

breathed when his tongue flicked against one of my nipples, then he did the other. “Lysi.”

A small, ragged sound burst from his throat and his lips closed over my breast. My mind swirled when he sucked hard, the tingling between my thighs returning tenfold. Like he was sucking there again.

When I was wet there and my nipple was straining and hard, he turned to the other, giving it similar treatment. But he rolled the first between his fingers, plucking and gently thrumming his claws over the peaked, sensitive tip.

“But I can be patient, rei seffi,” he continued after releasing my breast with a loud pop. Then, as my chest heaved, I felt those eyes on me, peering up at me. “Because I know you’ll feel my tongue between your thighs again before the night is done.”

I whimpered, the little sound surprising but not entirely unexpected.

Wicked, wicked male.

That small smirk almost made me want to close my eyes again.

“For now, I want you,” he rasped, rising from me, going to his knees between my slightly splayed thighs, peering down at my swollen, flushed breasts. His handiwork. “And I intend to have you, Maeva.”

There was a heaviness in my mind as I watched him. A comfortable heaviness, strangely enough. Like I knew that what would happen next was inevitable. That it might have always been inevitable. That it had just needed time to come to fruition but it was always meant to happen.

Swallowing, I wondered if he felt it too as he widened my thighs, as his tail curled around him. It brushed my foot before wrapping around my ankle, tightening around it like a vice. Tethering me to him.

I’d always wondered if I’d had a tail, would mine unconsciously hold onto him, seeking him out in any way it could? The Dakkari always said that the tail was the mind—the thoughts and feelings of it—they couldn’t hide. Because it acted on instinct, on want. Not on reason or logic.

A ragged gasp tore from my throat when Kiran let his cock slide over my slit, letting the heat and heaviness of it rest there. Letting me feel it. Letting me feel what it would mean to take him inside me, letting that cock fill every spare inch of me.

He squeezed the very root of his cock, the calloused knuckles of his hand lightening with his hard grip.

“I swear I could come just looking at you, seffi,” he growled.

I’d purposefully avoided his eyes but when I looked into them right then, I had the sensation of falling. Like jumping off the cliffs of the coast. Belly flipping, excitement and nerves and trepidation coiling tightly together until I couldn’t distinguish one from the other.

Then Kiran was moving again.

Moving into me.

Suddenly, I was frightened. This was a line. A line that had always been between us. A line we couldn’t uncross.

“Kiran,” I whispered, my eyes wide.

But he was certain now.

When he hadn’t been before.

I saw it in his eyes as they gleamed down at me in the warm, flickering light.

The fire sparked as he pressed his length inside me. Deeper and deeper.

Slow but determined. Slow enough and patient enough to not hurt me, though I felt the energy inside him coiling tighter and tighter.

Though he was slow, he was unyielding. I gasped, which was followed by his groan, and he rolled his hips deep. I stretched around his solid heat, tight.

Too tight.

“Vok,” he cursed, feeling me clamp down around him. He fell forward, bringing the fronts of our bodies together. His head hovered over mine. His lips touched my ear when he pleaded, “Relax for me, seffi. Let me in.”

He continued to roll those hips, making little circles that pinched but felt good.

When I caught my breath, I tried to do as he asked, letting my muscles release. Letting him in.

“Ahh,” he grunted, followed by a long slide of his cock inside me that made my whole body tingle. “Lysi, that’s it, seffi. Perfect. Rei leika seffi.”

His beautiful seffi?

I bit my lip, the words blooming inside me before I could stop them.

Nik, nik, I thought, desperate to stop that warmth from spreading, tightening around him again.

He groaned and seemed unable to stop the quick punch of his hips into me. Sinking deeper still.

“Look at me, Maeva,” he growled. His tone was so Kiran—dominant and authoritative—that I couldn’t not heed his order.

And though it was what I feared, my eyes locked onto his—when he was seated so deep inside me that I felt his heartbeat throb