Every instinct I had as a male told me this. She was a female who had never experienced pleasure before, who was shuddering with need at the smallest touch. I believed I could make her come just from petting her nipples.
With a huff, I tore at the laces of her trews. When her knees trembled, I reached inside. Her whole body jolted, a soft cry tearing from her throat when the pad of my finger found the bundle of nerves between her legs.
“Vok,” I cursed, running my fingers down her slit, careful of my claws. “You are soaked through, leikavi.”
My little sensual creature liked dirty things whispered in her ear and liked watching others fuck.
Blood was rushing so loudly in my ears that when she whispered something, I didn’t hear it.
“Neffar?” I rasped.
She shivered when I pinched her nipple again. Her hand stroked my other arm, which was deep inside her trews. Her gentle touch made seed push from the tip of my cock—and I didn’t understand it. Not when before I’d always needed it rough to get off. Yet, she stroked me like a lover…and it only made me want to fuck her more. It made me crazed for her.
“I w-want to feel it,” she whispered again. I froze when she tilted her head back to look at me. She was frightened, but I saw something else in her eyes. Determination. Fierce determination, so surprising and arousing that it briefly left me without a single thought. “I want to feel what it’s like. At least once before…”
She trailed off.
Before she returned to the Dead Mountain.
“Please.”
I had her off the ground before she could say another word, swinging her up until she was forced to wrap her legs around my waist.
Striding to my voliki, I promised in her ear, “I will give you much, much more than once, Vienne.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
The sound of my name on his lips did strange things to my body.
The tingling between my legs grew more intense as the horde king ducked under the entrance to his voliki.
“You—you know my name?” I whispered, eyes still half-lidded. The sound of that horde warrior’s groan was still ringing in my ears.
Then I remembered. I’d told him my name…on our first meeting in Dothik. The night when he’d shielded me from patrolling guards, when he’d told me to leave the city or else I would be discovered.
Only I’d needed to be discovered.
“Oh, I remember now,” I murmured before he could say anything. “I told you that night.”
Davik had remembered my name. That moment had seemed like weeks ago.
“Lysi, kalles, you did,” he growled. “And now your given name is mine.”
Then does that mean his name is mine too? A little voice whispered in my mind.
“Vienne is not my full name,” I told him.
His eyes narrowed at that—with determination, I realized. My lips parted. He wanted all of it. And now he was determined to uncover it.
He tossed me back onto his furs before wrapping his hand around my ankles and pulling me to the edge. My tunic rode up, exposing my abdomen, but he tore it off a moment later. My boots and trews quickly followed—until I found myself blinking up at him, wondering how exactly he’d gotten me naked so efficiently.
Davik ran a hand down his face, as if…as if he couldn’t believe the sight of me. Shaking his head, he leaned back, raking his reddened gaze down my exposed body.
My skin felt overheated, like I’d been in the sun too long—but I relished that feeling. When I’d been in the dark, under a mountain, I craved this feeling. This feeling of being frightened and trembling but excited and impatient. Alive.
And gods, the look in his eyes? I shivered with that look. I’d never felt coveted by a male in my life. With the exception of Kyl—for those brief moments in the forest next to my village—but after that moment, he’d never met my eyes directly again. He’d gone back to gazing longingly after Viola, as if he’d tried to replace her with me and found me lacking.
But Davik?
A part of me knew it didn’t matter that this was fleeting. I would return to the Dead Mountain regardless, empty-handed or not…or else I would die. It was simple.
Until then, however, I wanted to feel. I wanted to feel desired and coveted. I wanted to feel pleasure. I wanted to feel wonderful, new things before I went back to the darkness.