Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings Of Dakkar #1) - Zoey Draven Page 0,10
and did as he commanded, though I couldn’t suppress my wince as a twinge of sharp pain shot through my backside.
The horde king stilled. “What is it?”
Pride made me say, “Nothing.”
His eyes narrowed and he grabbed my wrist, hauling me towards him. The sudden movement made me grit my teeth, but he turned me, inspecting me.
He growled out something in Dakkari when he saw my flesh, the redness of my backside, no doubt, and then he turned me, peering between my legs, at my inner thighs.
My cheeks flamed with humiliation. I’d never been naked with a male before, not since my mother used to bathe my brother and I together when we’d been children. I wasn’t used to baring my body so freely, especially in front of rapt, attentive, yellow-rimmed eyes.
I gasped and jumped when he brushed his fingertips across my reddened, sore flesh.
“Don’t,” I protested, trying to twist away from him. But he held me still, though I squirmed.
Finally, he released my wrists. His face was tight when he turned me back around to face him and he scooped up a spare fur blanket, using it to roughly dry off my body, though his touch gentled when he reached my hips…and below.
It surprised me, but I was too nervous to let out a single breath, so I stood, frozen.
“Put this on,” he commanded, dropping the transparent night dress in my hands.
My eyes bulged. “But…but it’s…”
Not that it mattered. I was already naked in front of him. I had no dignity left, it seemed.
“Sleep bare then,” he said, with a shrug of his massive shoulders. “I would prefer it, kalles.”
That had me scrambling to pull it on over my head. I would take whatever I could get. Besides, it was clean and it was possibly the most luxurious item I’d ever felt against my skin. The material was so light it felt like air, so it wouldn’t rub against my raw skin.
Again, guilt swamped me. I shouldn’t appreciate these luxuries.
The horde king studied me though I avoided his gaze. Finally, he shifted to untie the laces of his pants, which looked to be made of the same material as the tent—tanned animal hide.
My alarmed eyes flashed up to his. “What are you doing?”
“I need to bathe after the journey,” he told me, stepping out of his pants until he was nude, except for the gold cuffs around his thick wrists. “You will wash me.”
My face burned with so much heat that I wondered if my eyeballs were red too. Actively, I avoided looking at his groin, keeping my eyes level with his neck.
But it was unavoidable. When he stepped into the bathing tub, I caught a glimpse and my mouth went as dry as the earth around our village.
He was massive. Long and thick, with a heavy, dusky, full sack swaying just below. There was a large bump just above the root of his base that protruded slightly, something human males didn’t have. And just like his body…he had two, intricate stripes of gold tattooed around his sex. One near the base of his cock and one just underneath the rounded head.
What made dread pool in my belly most was that he was erect. So hard that his cock bobbed against his taut abdomen when he stepped into the tub. I also caught a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted backside, at the strong tail that jutted out above his buttocks.
He groaned, the sound strangely erotic, when he leaned back, fully enveloped in the warm water. His eyes closed briefly, his arms coming to rest on the lip of the tub, the size of which was obviously meant for a Dakkari male, since he fit perfectly.
Despite the situation, despite what happened that night, and my pain and exhaustion from riding the pyroki…my heartbeat stuttered at the sensual sight of him.
I swallowed with difficulty, looking away, shame burning deep in my chest for finding him attractive. He’d almost killed my brother, had taken me as his whore. I needed to remember that.
His voice made me jump. “Bathe me, kalles. You promised you would serve me, did you not?”
Slowly, I knelt beside the tub, ignoring my aching soreness. I took up one of the washing cloths the Dakkari females had used on me, dipping it in the water quickly to wet it.
Then, taking a deep breath, I smoothed it over his skin, trying to copy the efficient motions the females had used on me. Otherwise, bathing him felt too…intimate.