if the guard knew, he was keeping a tight lip.
Mirari and Lavi watched me, fidgeting on their cushions. They held blades in their hands, as if they were prepared to fight if something or someone entered the tent.
Earlier, I’d asked them if they knew how to use blades, if they’d been trained to defend themselves.
“Lysi,” Mirari replied. “All Dakkari know how to fight. We were all trained.”
I didn’t know how to fight. There had never been a need for it, especially when other work had to be done in the village.
But now, trapped in a tent, after what happened earlier…I couldn’t help but wonder what I would do if something came through the entrance and attacked us. I wouldn’t know what to do.
“What do you think is happening?” I asked again.
“I am sure the Vorakkar is handling it, whatever it is,” Mirari tried to reassure me.
I’d never been patient, one of my many faults.
“Do you think—”
The tent flap pulled back and Arokan appeared, a stormy, furious expression on his face. He ordered the piki to leave and Mirari and Lavi scurried out without a backwards glance, obviously sensing the same mood I was.
Sharp relief made me a little lightheaded but soon, anger took its place. Which probably wasn’t the wisest emotion to show, considering Arokan looked…untamed. He looked ready to boil over.
“Where the hell have you been?” I cried out. “What happened out there? I’ve been imagining the worst—what are you doing?”
Arokan growled, capturing my hands with his tail in a tight grip when I pushed at his chest, and he tugged down my pants with a rough pull.
Suddenly, I was naked from the waist down, my bare sex and bare buttocks on display. Then he pushed me down onto the furs, turning me so I was bent over the edge.
My breaths came out in rough pants when I struggled against him, my cheek pressed against the furs, my hair tangling in front of my eyes. “Arokan,” I hissed. “Right now is not the time for—”
I jerked in shock when he gave my exposed buttocks a slap. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to get my attention, to make me seethe.
“Enough,” he growled. “All I need right now is to be buried in your cunt. Nothing more.”
Disbelief and fury and something I didn’t want to identify—something that felt an awful lot like need—made me buck against him and hiss, “You did not just do that. I’m not your damn pyroki, Arokan!”
“Nik, you are certainly not,” he rasped, untying the laces of his pants, pushing the waist band down over his hard cock with a rough jerk. “Kailon is obedient.”
I gasped, outraged, and tried to scratch at his arms when his hands came to grip my hips, when they slid under my tunic to cup my breasts. I cried out in frustration when he pinched my nipples softly, a sizzle of arousal running through my belly.
His tail once again captured my wrists, holding them tight behind my back, until I couldn’t move, not with him keeping me in place.
One of his hands left my breasts and I felt the pad of his finger run down my slit. He found my clit and I made a desperate sound in the back of my throat, my hips bucking. I couldn’t tell if I was trying to get away…or trying to press closer.
“Tell me what happened today,” I ordered, though, to my mortification, my voice came out breathless.
“I will,” he rasped. “After.”
“Ugh!”
His finger slid inside me. When that finger curled against my inner walls, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Damn you,” I whispered when my hips moved of their own accord, moving against him, seeking that pleasure I knew he could give me. Maybe this was what I needed…a release. A release of the frustration and worry and anger that had been building and building all afternoon.
Suddenly, his finger retreated and I felt the press of his cock take its place. Though I bit my lip at the sharp twinge I felt, I didn’t cry out as he thrust inside me.
So deep, so hard.
So good.
Stars burst in my vision and I gasped into the furs as he pinched my nipple a little harder.
“Lysi,” he hissed and then he pulled out, thrusting back inside with more force.
Then he didn’t stop.
He fucked me hard and fast, grunts of pleasure emanating from him, while desperate moans tumbled from me. Every hard, throbbing, hot inch of him stimulated me in places I hadn’t even known existed…places that threatened to