“Come see,” I murmured, pulling her in front of me, staying close to the voliki. “I know you like to watch.”
“Watch wh—”
She cut herself off with a soft gasp.
“And they obviously wish to be seen,” I rumbled, stepping closer to her.
Catching a couple mating was not an uncommon occurrence among the horde. Dakkari had always been taught to revere mating and sex, that it was a healthy need.
One of my darukkars—Uqon was his given name—had a female pushed up against the stone of the mountain. They were deep enough into the shadow of the fissure that they weren’t too noticeable—and yet, they were not deep enough.
I recognized the female. She was a bikku. She worked with Arinu, helping to cook and prepare the food, an honored and difficult task. It was no small feat to feed an entire horde and it was no surprise that the female was still dressed in her working wear, even this late into the night.
Uqon had approached me about taking a mate shortly before I left for Dothik. I’d granted him the honor to take one after the first hunt last year, when he had taken down a wrissan singlehandedly. Was this to be his chosen bride?
Vienne was hovering in front of me. Her long hair swayed down her back as she pressed for a closer look and my lips curled into a dark smirk, my cock thickening with her eagerness.
Uqon had the female’s dress tugged up around her waist, had her bent over a boulder, her palms flat against it. He was fucking her from behind, his clawed hands gripping her wide hips. A shaft of moonlight speared them and I saw the female biting her lip, her eyes half-lidded, trying to hold in her moans. It only made Uqon drive his hips into her harder. A dangerous game. He wanted her to scream for him, yet she didn’t want to be caught.
Too late.
My gaze, however, was drawn to the kalles in front of me, a far more arousing and tantalizing sight.
Her lips were parted, her cheeks were even more flushed than they’d been before from the wine she’d drunk with Lokkaru, and her chest rose and fell quickly.
I straightened, my nostrils flaring. Vok, she was getting aroused. Very aroused. The look on her face reminded me of that night in the ancient forest, her gaze greedy and hot as I pumped my seed onto the ground before her, like an offering.
I tried to remember my unease with her. I tried to call forward all the reasons why I should be wary of whatever power it was that she possessed.
And yet my tail curled around her ankle, wrapping tight, anchoring her in place.
As if breaking out of a trance, her desire-filled gaze came to mine, just as the female finally let out another moan. Vienne’s pupils dilated when I heard the darukkar’s victorious growl.
Pulling her so that her back was against my chest, I faced her forward again, my arms wrapping around her waist. Her warmth was against my skin, her kuveri-perfumed flesh making my mouth water.
“Is that what you want, leikavi?” I purred in her ear, brushing aside her starlight-colored hair. “Are you wondering what that feels like? For a male to be deep inside your aching, needy cunt?”
Her shuddering breath told me her answer. I felt her nipples against my forearm, felt her legs shift and squeeze together.
“You want to know what it feels like, that need, that desire? You want to feel that divine pleasure, building and building, until it explodes inside you, breaking you into a million pieces? There is nothing like it, leikavi.”
She let out a small whimper and I almost groaned.
The darukkar quickened his pace. The rhythmic slapping of their flesh together reached us. His hips began to jerk.
“You see that?” I growled. “He’s losing control.”
Unable to keep myself from touching her any longer, I pulled her tunic out from where it was tucked into the waistband of her trews and slid my hand up. Teasingly, I traced my claws up her belly, delighted when she bit her lip to hide her gasp.
“He’s going to give her his seed. Her cunt feels too good. She’s clenching around him, squeezing harder and tighter like a vise.”
Her body jerked when my fingers found her peaked nipple, when I gently stroked the budded flesh. Her body tightened, her eyes falling shut when I pinched it, rolling.