Cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
And he’d only touched me for a mere moment.
Kiran watched me. The only indication of his own arousal was the obvious—quite obvious—outline of his massive cock in his trews. But his expression was careful and observant. I wondered if he was upset that I’d rejected his kiss again but a moment later, he said, “I’ll be heading out on patrol with some darukkars but I will be back tonight. And I will be looking forward to you naked in my bed, lysi?”
Arrogant, magnificent male, I thought, sliding off my work bench onto shaking legs.
“I suppose it depends how late you’ll be,” I said, quirking a brow. “I plan to go running in the morning and I do need my rest.”
Kiran huffed out an amused breath. If he’d been hurt I didn’t take his kiss, only warmth shone in his gaze now.
“Then I’ll endeavor to return to you as quickly as possible, seffi,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke my cheek, tilting my face up towards him. “Because I know how prickly you get without your sleep.”
I couldn’t help my laugh, which only made his eyes shine brighter.
He’s doing it again, came the sudden thought. He’s making me remember how easy it is to—
I cut off my thoughts quickly, my laugh dying. I cleared my throat.
“Your run may have to wait, however,” he told me.
“Why?” I asked, playing with a loose thread on my dirtied apron.
“A storm is coming,” he informed me. “The wind is bringing it closer.”
“You think it brings the frost?” I asked.
“It may,” he said. “That is why we are heading out into the wild lands. To track it and ensure there are no beasts close to the horde.”
The frost would be coming earlier than expected then. No more running. Soon the days would be too frigid.
His hand lifted to my cheek, so I met his eyes.
“Any news from the darukkar you sent to Rath Tuviri’s horde?” I asked next.
Kiran shook his head. “Nik, but I expect his return soon. Do not worry, mokkira.”
I nodded. Just…with the frost coming, travel would become more difficult. On foot and for the thespers.
“I must go,” he finally said, seeming loath to do so. His hand left my face and cold air rose to take its place.
“Kiran,” I murmured when he turned from me.
At the entrance of my voliki, he turned his head and raised a brow. Looking at him hurt sometimes. Because he was so handsome. So…everything.
“Be careful,” I said quietly. “I’ll be really angry if you encounter another ungira and I have to stitch you up again.”
His chuckle filled the voliki.
“I wouldn’t dream of tempting your wrath, seffi.”
After he disappeared, I stood rooted in place before pressing a hand over my heart.
It was beating fast. Thunderous.
Waking.
For him.
Again.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Maeva’s back was arched off the furs, a silent cry on her lips.
I growled, pushing my tongue deeper only to be rewarded with a flood of her juices, sweet and tantalizing. Vok, I’d needed this all day. I’d pushed my darukkars hard on patrol so I could return to her more quickly, so I could be between these thighs and lick every part of her body.
I wouldn’t be satisfied until I did.
She was panting and squirming on the furs, her sudden orgasm riding her hard. I kept her hips clamped down, however, so she couldn’t wiggle away from my tongue, laving against her, lapping at everything she gave me.
When she grew sensitive, she pleaded, “K-Kiran, hanniva.”
Licking my lips, I decided she’d had enough and my cock felt like it’d tripled in size with need. It bobbed against my abdomen as I crawled up her soft body, all lush curves and smooth skin. I marveled at how soft she was, how I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
How did we go so long without this? I wondered and not for the first time.
This need was biting and intense. It had nothing to do with the fact that I hadn’t taken a female for close to a year. Nothing to do with my self-imposed celibacy. This was Maeva and me, and it was always going to be like this between us.
I wrapped her relaxed legs around my hips, tugging her down the bed, which elicited a gasp from her. I couldn’t wait any longer, I knew, perspiration dotting my brow, a constant low growl rising from my throat as my tail flicked rapidly behind me, restless.
If I worried my touch was too rough, Maeva’s desperate moans when I pushed inside her helped