searing seed rising up my cock, the heat of it making me growl.
With a laugh like that, I almost believed the Dothikkar’s worry to be true. That she was a sorceress, that she’d been sent here to end us all. End me.
“You wish to protect me?” she whispered after her laugh died down. The pain in her voice was evident, cutting. “Then help me get a heartstone and return me to the Dead Mountain. I must be back before the black moon.”
The black moon would come in four weeks.
“Or what?” I growled.
She sucked in a whistling breath through her nostrils and she lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes were wet and wide, but beneath their glassy surface, I saw determination.
Tendrils of heat curled low in my belly. That same possessive instinct, the one that wanted to claim her, burst in my chest once more.
Her hand curled around the goblet of brew and she brought it up to her lips, chugging down the liquid in one swift motion. I watched as she set it back down, licking the remnants from her lips. Underneath the table, I wrapped my hand around her slim ankle and her only reaction was a soft, audible swallow.
“I need to return by the black moon,” she repeated, holding my gaze. “Will you help me?”
I leaned forward, brushing my thumb against the soft flesh of her ankle. The inside of it felt like cool silk.
“And what price would you pay for the help of a horde king?” I taunted, a small smirk appearing. “What would you give me in return?”
Her chest heaved. Her eyes flickered in recognition.
“I would give you anything,” she replied, soft and determined, though her voice trembled as she said it.
A dark sound rose from my throat, wicked fantasies tearing at my mind. She knew exactly what I had meant. She knew exactly what she offered to me so freely.
“Lysi?” I rasped. “I am not a gentle male and I do not fuck like one.” Her ankle twitched in my grip. “You believe you could satisfy my desires?”
Her gaze burned into mine. Her brows lowered until I felt her small glare. She wanted to slap me across the face again but she was too frightened to.
“I—I would try.”
The room felt thick, the fire burning too hot. This was a dangerous game I played. I’d only meant to place her on the edge of discomfort but I feared it was I who suffered for it.
That was when I felt it again. The strange electric buzz around me, prickling the back of my neck, making me tense. My eyes never left hers and I watched them widen, watched her throat bob with her swallow. I knew it came from her. Three times now, I’d felt it, and only with her. I didn’t know what it was, or what it meant, but she was the cause.
I let her have her secrets, however, because she pushed to her knees, my hand releasing her ankle in the process. She came over to me, kneeling at my side. Warmth poured from her and when she slowly reached out to put her hand on my chest? She seared me.
Her fingers brushed a scar over my pectoral. Softly. Delicately. Like she feared hurting me. The thought would’ve made me laugh had I not tensed, my entire being focusing on that simple touch. All the blood that wasn’t diverted to my cock seemed to rush towards it, blooming under her fingers.
Acting purely on instinct, my hands shot out, curling around her slim waist and dragging her forward until she was in my lap, her thighs straddling my hips. Leaning forward, I angled my head and heard her startled gasp when I bit at her neck, hard. My tail wrapped around her leg, like I was afraid she’d pull away before I had a taste of her.
A part of me was tempted to take what she offered. Because right then, I would’ve liked nothing more than to bury myself in her hot cunt, to spend the seed boiling in my deva into her. Vok, I needed to!
“You do not know what you tempt, leikavi,” I growled, suddenly furious with her. Her scent wrapped around my mind, dulling my senses. No longer did she smell like rot and filth from whatever she’d used to hide the color of her hair. She smelled soft and warm, like a female in heat, and her scent made me crazed.