Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar #4) - Zoey Draven Page 0,91

answer.

I’d make him wait a little longer, however.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, brow rising. “But it might take a little more than a night for you to convince me.”

My challenge spread in his gaze. I saw it. And I realized that I knew exactly how to deal with Kiran. I knew what surprised him. I knew what made him angry. I knew what made him chuckle. I knew what intrigued him.

“You expect to be courted, as you should,” he rasped. My breath whistled from my lungs, a little gasp that I couldn’t hide, when his palm shifted again and he brushed my peaked nipple beneath my tunic. His eyes went molten.

We might’ve just started the most dangerous game of all between us.

“But don’t worry, rei seffi. You will be.”

Chapter Thirty-One

His hands were on me when I woke in his bed.

My eyes were half-lidded with drowsiness but I noticed that my skin was tingling and an aching heat had built up between my thighs.

Those big hands moved, squeezing and stroking.

“Kiran,” I whispered, realization piercing the dreaminess of the early morning.

“Mmm,” came the rough, husky sound in my ear. He was behind me, his legs pressed against mine, his hard cock at my back—he definitely slept naked—and his head was tucked into my neck. His nose dragged against my skin and his hand slid up to my breast, all possessive and proprietorial.

A ragged gasp tore from my throat.

“It drives me to madness,” he growled in my ear.

“N-Neffar?” I whispered.

“Your scent,” he voiced, deep and low. That voice spread through my body and lit it up from the inside. “Knowing you’re in my bed. Waking beside you. So vokking right, seffi.”

My lips parted and a moan tumbled from them. A startled moan because his hand dipped beneath my tunic—and then that calloused, rough, delicious touch found my breast. Those fingers closed around my taut nipple and I squirmed, my hips jerking, my back arching.

“Vok,” he rasped. “So sensitive, lysi?”

I couldn’t speak. Foreign sensations rained down on me. The heat of his hand on my flesh. The pleasure he elicited. The way his hips rolled against my back, grinding against me. The long, hard press of his massive, warm, strong body.

We’d done a lot of things with one another but we’d never done this.

He’d never touched me like this.

He’d never spoken to me like this.

“You were moving against me while you slept,” he growled, his thick, dark hair tickling my neck where it was entwined with my own. “I could smell how aroused you were. I could smell you all over me.”

Hazily, I remembered fragments of a dream. Of Kiran. Of tingling heat, right on the verge of exploding—

“Do you want me to stop?” he rasped in my ear. There was an edge to his tone, one of strained amusement but mostly desperate need. “Or do you want more, rei seffi?”

More, my treacherous mind decided almost immediately.

When I finally found my tongue, my tone was breathless yet husky as I said, “Is this how you courted other females, Vorakkar?”

His dark chuckle filled my ears as he stroked my nipple. That magnificent laugh spread over my body, lifting little hairs in its wake like it was electric.

“I have never courted a female before, Maeva,” he murmured. “It will only be you.”

I didn’t know why that filled me with such pleasure, why my heart did little flips at those words.

Then again, he is a Vorakkar. He never needed to court a female. They needed to court him, I thought.

“You want me to touch you?” he questioned.

Before, my words had held a bit of bravado in them but all I really wanted to do was whimper and squirm against him, to try and get his hand where I really wanted it to be.

It was strange. Like I was outside my body. My blood was rushing but there was still that thin veil of a dreamlike state. Like this wasn’t really happening.

But Kiran was all hot flesh and musky, tantalizing heat against me. This was real. And maybe this was the start of what would come next for us.

Was I ready for it?

“Lysi,” I whispered.

I felt his rough exhale across the back of my neck. Then he was shifting, rising onto his elbow so he could look down at my face. When those eyes found mine, I wondered what he saw. I felt flushed and overheated. I was certain my hair was a wild mess from sleep.

“Rinavi leika,” he said, his voice gruff though the words were