I would become so distracted I might not realize what I let slip.”
I blew out a small breath, regarding him carefully. He was a strange male, that much was certain.
But he was a male nonetheless. And I’d watched Viola tease the boys in our village enough when we were younger to know how to react. I’d been jealous of her then.
Slowly, though my belly tingled with the dizzying forbidden rush of it, I brushed back the hair covering my right nipple as a compromise. Did my spine straighten as I did? Did I purposefully present my breast to him, like an offering?
I couldn’t be certain. However, I admitted, silently to myself of course, that I…liked his gaze on me.
“Ah, how you please me, leikavi,” he rasped, his eyes glimmering with the shadows and highlights of the fire burning in the basin. “I cannot wait until you let me suckle them.”
My breath hitched, his words immediately conjuring dozens of images in my mind. I wondered what that would feel like.
“Now, tell me what I want to know,” he commanded with all the high-handed authority of a male expecting to be answered. The command of a Vorakkar, one who’d been whipped endlessly, one who looked at me with fire in his eyes, one who saw people that were not there…
How could I deny him anything?
Chapter Nineteen
“Maman always protected me,” Vienne began. “I told you that when I was younger, she had a dream—a premonition, she believed—that I would be taken from her. Since then, she kept me close. Sometimes, too close. She didn’t let me roam the village alone, not unless my sister or my brothers were with me. My father took pity on me, however. He was still alive then and he knew how desperately I craved time…away. Alone.”
She’d just wanted to be free, I mused.
Reaching around her, I snagged the goblet of wine, tipping it up to my lips. The wine burned a wonderful heat down my throat, quenching the worst of my thirst, as I listened to the pleasing, quiet lull of her voice.
“I was never alone,” she admitted softly. “One day, my brothers were out repairing fences and my mother, grandmother, and sister were working in the home. My father let me walk the village myself. He told me it was just our secret. Then he left to help my brothers.
“There was a boy. One who I think fancied my sister. My sister’s very beautiful, so all the boys in our village liked her,” she said quietly. “But that day, he was talking to me. And looking at me. And I wanted to do something a little reckless because I knew I might not get the chance again.”
She blew out a small breath, color heating her cheeks.
“He kissed me and…I liked it,” she admitted softly. “We slipped into the forest next to our village.”
“Go on,” I murmured, my eyes straying to her lips. I swallowed when her tongue darted out to wet them.
“It happened so fast. He was kissing me and then he, um, pushed into me. Twice. Then it was over.”
I huffed out a sharp breath.
“That’s all,” she said quietly. “It’s not much of a story.”
Her cheeks were burning and I found the sight of her like this quite…tantalizing. I also found it tragic that that had been her first experience with sex and pleasure.
“Did he make you come?”
“C-come?” she questioned.
My lips curled.
She swallowed. “No,” she admitted softly. “I’ve never…I mean, I’ve never felt that.”
I realized what she was saying and my nostrils flared.
Vok!
She’d never orgasmed before?
Temptation rode me hard, flaring my pupils and making one of my claws curl into her waist. If she were any other female, I would have had her on her hands and knees right then, tonguing her from behind, listening to her whimpers and moans filling my voliki as she orgasmed on my tongue. Then I’d have slid into her with long, deep strokes, growling as she received me so sweetly.
Vok. Arousal filled me. How long had it been since I last felt this way? How long since it had felt this consuming, this intense?
Perhaps never, I mused. With Mala, sex had been different. Then again, that female had been nothing more than a parasite, feeding off my grief, using my body for her pleasure.
“Leikavi?”
She released the corner of her lip she’d been nibbling after her confession. “Yes?”
“I will promise you this. When I fuck you, you will know it. You will crave it.”