Madness of the Horde King - Zoey Draven Page 0,100
knew Davik felt it too. He’d told me it felt like fingers over his skin, touching him all over, and he groaned.
A cry tore from my throat when he thrust into me from behind hard, sheathing himself inside as far as he could possibly be. Stars burst in my vision, my lips parting, the tendrils of energy from my gift sizzling over me.
I had never thought it could be erotic—the power I wielded. But on his next brutal thrust, I bit my lip to keep him from hearing my ragged moan and then I unleashed that power over us, almost unconsciously, wrapping us both in it.
“Vok,” he groaned.
I gasped as his need ran hot in my blood, my eyes widening when I felt the depth of it. It went beyond simple need, however.
“Oh gods,” I whispered.
He was frightened.
For me.
And it made him so, so angry, that fear, because it made him feel helpless.
He wasn’t angry at me. Not at all. And just like I’d known, this was different. If I was going to love Davik, I would accept all his flaws, all his demons, all his darkest secrets.
And what was happening between us now?
I had a feeling it would unravel us both.
His clawed hands gripped my hips, pulling them back for more leverage, forcing me to clutch onto the pole to keep my balance.
My teeth clattered together as he unleashed his own power over me, as he unleashed the strength that he’d been holding back.
His thrusts were so swift, a quick punch of his hips, that it felt like he never left my body. He was there, every moment, filling me and owning me and claiming me as his.
Davik gave me his strength, his ferocity, as he kept me still for my fucking. Desperate, ragged sounds tore from my throat, cries that I hardly recognized as my own as the pleasure mixed with the pain, heightening into something entirely new, something that scared me but something that I craved.
His mind was jumbled, a mess just waiting to be untangled. His emotions flashed quickly, cycling through his fear, his desire, his bloodlust, his grief, his need, on an endless loop. He fucked those emotions into me, pouring them into me, until they filled me just as readily as his cock did.
Then I was coming around that cock, my orgasm taking me by surprise, stealing the last of the breath from my lungs.
Disbelief spread through Davik’s mind. “I can feel you, rei leikavi. Vok!”
He could feel my pleasure?
It set off his own. I gasped, shaking uncontrollably as he began to lose himself to his own desperate pleasure. His mind went blank with it and I felt it explode within me like a second orgasm, this one even harder than the first.
Oh gods, oh gods!
My legs gave out, my vision blackening. The only sensation I felt was Davik’s hot seed filling me up, coating me inside, and his strong arms catching my fall, bringing me up until my back was against his chest.
He shuddered and fucked and groaned against me.
Afterwards, quiet stretched between us as we both tried to calm our breaths. I still hadn’t moved. Neither had Davik. He clutched me to him like he needed me close…and since I was still deep in his mind, I knew for a fact he did.
What just happened? I couldn’t help but think, over and over again.
There were moments in my life when I’d known nothing would be the same. Usually they were tragic, horrible moments. Like watching my father die, then my grandmother. Like being taken by the Ghertun. Like watching my sister be abused by her sibi.
Or they were moments like meeting a horde king with red, glowing eyes. Like going into that horde king’s mind for the first time in Dothik, knowing that something about him called out to me.
And this…this was another of those moments. Feeling him deep inside me, his rough exhalations across the back of my neck, connected to his mind, deeper than I’d ever been before. This felt...
Permanent.
In that mind, in Davik’s complex web of emotions, I felt determination rise suddenly, so strongly that it blocked out everything else.
Still embedded deep inside me, he grasped my chin between his fingers, turning my face until I met his eyes. Instead of the wildness I’d seen earlier, now I only saw certainty.
Unwavering resolution.
“Davik,” I whispered, my brows furrowed.
“I have no deviri to offer you, leikavi, but that cannot be helped now. I will make it up to you with time.”