Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar #4) - Zoey Draven Page 0,90

passed and all I could think of was you, seffi. It has always been unfinished between us.”

“So you came to finish it?” I asked, fear swimming through my chest. Fear that Kiran could swing back into my life and make me love him again like he’d never left. If anyone could do it, he could.

“Nik, not to finish it,” he rasped, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “To start it.”

Start what? came the hysterical thought.

His cock pressed harder against me when he murmured in my ear, “Give me the frost, Maeva.”

The frost?

“Give me that time to convince you to stay. As mine,” he growled, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear, making me shiver.

Heat bloomed in my belly. Desires I’d long ignored came roaring back to life. The desire for touch, for sex, to know what it was like to be kissed and held and wanted. To know what it was like for a male to be deep inside me, to feel his heat and weight on top of me.

My mouth moved though I didn’t think it was connected to my brain. “You want me as your alukkiri?”

A lover for the frost. Someone to pass the frigid, long nights with. It was an unmated Vorakkar’s right to take one every season.

A small, deep, rumbling chuckle rolled from him. The sound filled my ears. His hand drifted down from my jaw, went back to my buttocks where he squeezed hard, and another strangled small sound emerged from my throat as my nipples tightened so hard they almost hurt.

“Nik,” he purred. “You will be my Morakkari, rei seffi.”

He pulled back so my eyes met his. His golden gaze tracked over my face, taking in my stunned surprise with something that resembled determination.

My knees would’ve quivered had I been standing up. Because I knew that look on his face. I knew that determination.

“I’ll be returning to the saruk after the frost,” I said quickly. “I-I will be. Don’t look at me like that.”

Kiran grinned.

“You will be my Morakkari, Maeva,” he vowed. “And I will convince you to accept me as your mate. Any way possible.”

I almost whimpered at that, my gaze flicking wildly between his eyes, panicked, uncertain.

“In the meantime,” he rasped, his hand squeezing my backside again, making a small sound escape from my throat, “you’ll warm my furs.”

His knowing smile almost undid me.

“You’ll know my touch, my kiss,” he purred, “my cock.”

Ragged breaths tore from me. My hands curled against his chest, my nails unconsciously digging into his warm flesh.

Because for Kakkari’s light, I wanted him. At least, I wanted to experience him in that way. If only to know what it would be like. If only for the memory of it.

“And I’ll know you,” he continued, making me swallow. “Every part of you, seffi. The way it always should have been between us, had I not been such a coward.”

“Kiran,” I whispered.

“Tell me you’ll have me, Maeva,” he rasped, brushing his lips across my cheeks, my nose, leaving tingling sensations in his wake.

I wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t playing fair. He knew all my weakest places because he knew me so well.

“Tell me you’ll have me for the frost, at the very least,” he said when I didn’t answer.

It was reckless. It was probably the most foolish decision I would ever make if I said yes.

And while I would never be his Morakkari—because I would be returning home, to my father, to my sister, and to my nephew who I wanted to see grow—maybe I could be his lover. For a little while.

He’d been the only male to stoke my desire so high. The only male I thought about when I pressed my fingers between my thighs on lonelier nights. The only male I had ever truly craved.

I hadn’t been reckless or stupid in a long time. The last form of it had resulted in the long scar that ran down my shoulder. Then again…that was the last time I’d ever felt the thrill of adrenaline and the thrill of being alive.

After Kiran left, after Lomma’s death, for so long, I’d been numb.

And maybe I did want to remember the girl I’d once been. The one who’d been excited about the possibilities of this life. Who’d laughed and sprinted along the cliffside during a rain storm. Who’d loved purely and completely. Who hadn’t been afraid.

Because sometimes I missed her. I missed that girl.

“Seffi,” he murmured.

Kiran was warm and strong against me. Waiting for my