Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings Of Dakkar #1) - Zoey Draven Page 0,37

I’d never even thought about children before.

But still, I resisted him by saying, “You might be disappointed. It could be a girl.”

His lips curled, the sight so shocking that I was momentarily struck dumb.

“She will be treasured. A princess of the horde,” he murmured. “But we will have many children. It does not matter if a female comes first.”

I gasped when he flipped me in one smooth, quick motion, until I was facedown on the furs. His large palms spanned my hips and he tugged hard, bringing me up onto my hands and knees with him positioned behind me.

“Ohhh,” I moaned when I felt his tongue lick over my sex, when I felt my belly quiver when it found my throbbing clit. “No, no,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Lysi,” he growled in reply before he returned, using that expert tongue on me. “Lysi.”

Pleasure was like a sharp blade and I was walking on the edge. It cut me, knowing that I was enjoying this, knowing that even as I protested, I was rocking my hips back at him for more. It cut me because I didn’t know why I was still afraid.

“Please,” I whispered, but I didn’t know if it was directed at Arokan or myself. “Please.”

“You are ready, kalles,” he said. “You ache for me, whether you will admit it to yourself or not.”

I perceived him moving behind me, the furs underneath me shifting. His hand, calloused, rough, but warm, ran down the length of my spine. When he didn’t move, I summoned the courage to look behind me, directly into his eyes.

“Rinavi leika,” he murmured, his tail moving to wrap around one of my thighs, keeping me in place. One of his hands gripped my hips and the other…the other moved up, past my shoulder blades to wrap around the gold collar at my throat.

I inhaled a sharp breath, my eyes widening at the possessive, dominant position.

“Rinavi leika,” he repeated, his voice almost…awed. “You are beautiful, rei Morakkari.”

I cried out when he thrust into me, his grip on my hips pulling me towards his thick, hot length. Blood rushed in my ears and over it, I heard his bellow of pleasure as his cock slid inside.

Pain pricked me, a sharp twisting pinch.

“Wait,” I whispered, my brows furrowing.

Arokan’s eyes met mine. That wild look was present, that untamed emotion from earlier. He growled, a purely animalistic sound, but did as I asked, though his grip on my throat and my hips tightened, as if worried I would move away.

The pain was fleeting and Arokan kept my gaze throughout it all, half-sheathed inside me. He wanted to fuck me, I saw it in his gaze. He wanted to consume me, to claim me, to make me his.

My whole body shivered at that thought as the pain slowly melted away, only to be replaced by the foreign sensation of fullness.

A moment later, I felt him move, testing me. I felt him retreat from my body, only to drive back in with a forceful thrust.

Lips parting, I couldn’t help the gasping moan that tore from my throat.

That was all the permission Arokan needed.

That hand on my throat flexed as he began to fuck me the way I’d imagined a horde king would. Dominant, almost savage, thrusts into my waiting sex, as if I was made for his pleasure, as if he owned me. Perhaps he did. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be owned, collared and fucked into frightening pleasure.

Beneath me, my breasts swayed and bobbed with every hard pound of his cock, the heavy plate of my golden necklace jingling in time with his thrusts. My hair fell over my shoulder, tickling my nipples, moving back and forth. Everything was in motion. My arms shook as they held me up, my buttocks clenched, my belly quivered.

“Your cunt is perfect, kalles,” he growled behind me, punctuating his words with strong thrusts, as if to emphasize his point. “Hot and tight for me. Vok!”

“Ohh!” I cried out when he picked up his pace even more, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the tent. I felt the sway and slap of his heavy sack against the back of my thighs.

And then I felt something else. That small rounded bump just above the base of his cock…it began to harden. It began to vibrate in pulsing, throbbing beats, in time with his heart.

“Arokan!” I whimpered, feeling it press against my puckered, private flesh with every thrust, a wicked, strange sensation that