Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings Of Dakkar #1) - Zoey Draven Page 0,38

made me crazed.

“Lysi, kalles,” he rasped. “Cry out my name when I fuck you, so you know you owns your body. So you know who owns this cunt.”

Oh goddess. His words made crazed too.

Squeezing my eyes shut against the rapidly rising pleasure, feeling that hard bump stimulate me, feeling him deep inside, stretching and filling me to the very brim…it was too much.

My spine arched as I reared back my hips to meet his thrusts. I didn’t care anymore about what this meant, didn’t care that he’d taken me from my village, that he had claimed my body and my life though I barely knew him.

I didn’t care because all I wanted to do was cum.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my nipples pebbling even tighter, my arms shaking. That hand at my throat pressed and squeezed and after a particularly savage, deep thrust, I began to orgasm. “Ooh yes!”

“Vok!” Arokan cured loudly as my sex began to clench around his length and that vibration from his bump only increased, becoming stronger. “Luna!”

The strongest orgasm of my life consumed me, stretching from one moment to the next.

I hated him. I hated that he alone could make me feel this way, that he alone could control my body this way.

But it didn’t take away the fact that I came so hard I saw darkness and stars. I came so hard I was momentarily lost to the world, time completely erased when I resurfaced.

When it was over, I was trembling and my arms collapsed beneath me, though he never ceased his brutal, claiming thrusts into my body.

He was fucking his queen. He was fucking me like a barbaric horde king of the Dakkari and I hated that I loved it.

With a growl, he pulled out of me and flipped me again until I was flat on my back. He tugged my hips down, maneuvering me so he could easily pound inside me, filling me even as my sex continued to flutter around him.

My brows pulled together, a rough cry tearing from my throat when that bump pressed into my sensitive clit with every thrust.

Too much, too much! I feared I would cum again when I’d only just stopped.

Arokan’s yellow gaze was on me. His golden tattoos glittered in the candlelight of the warm tent, the expanse of his broad chest only hindered by the stitched gash I’d sewn up earlier that afternoon.

Perfect, golden flesh, perfectly sculpted into a magnificent male who used that magnificent body against me.

When he ground his hips into me, that vibrating bump made me scream. Like a crazed animal, I dug my fingernails into his flesh, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I orgasmed for a second time.

I heard his roar of pleasure a moment later, felt his hips drive into me, hard and unyielding. Another foreign sensation overcame me when I felt his seed shoot into me, bathing my inner, flexing walls, filling me up like his cock had. I groaned, my chest heaving, even as I rocked into him for more.

Once it was over, Arokan collapsed next me, a deep sound revving from his chest, a sound I’d never heard before.

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

I gasped into his mouth and he used that opportunity to stroke that tongue deep inside, soft and slow and hot.

I guess Dakkari do kiss, I thought, exhausted, unsure of what or even how I should feel.

He groaned as I opened for him. Opened for him, just like Mirari had suggested.

As my body calmed, as my breathing slowly returned to normal, as I perceived his seed beginning to leak from between my thighs, he continued to kiss me.

And I responded, dizzy with how gentle he was.

Soon, he pulled away. Looking deep into my eyes, his arm curled under my head, wrapping around the nape of my neck.

With a fierce whisper, he said, “Rei Morakkari. You are mine now.”

My eyelids fluttered, drunk off pleasure and physical exhaustion and a full belly.

Drunk off him.

He had claimed me. Just like I’d always known he would.

And as I fell into a deep sleep, my last thought was: is there anything left of me that he can claim?

I didn’t think so.

Chapter Thirteen

When I woke the next morning, my whole body ached in places I never even knew existed.

And for once, Arokan was still in bed beside me.

My head was resting on his shoulder, in virtually the same position I’d fallen asleep in, making me wonder if I’d moved a single inch.