Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings Of Dakkar #1) - Zoey Draven Page 0,48
consume me with pleasure.
He was savage. He was thorough. He knew how to fuck me until I screamed. He knew how to fuck me until I was cumming all over his cock.
He bit out a curse. “Already, kassikari?” his voice dark and velvety and absolutely sinful. “Vok, you need this just like I do. Tell me!”
“No,” I bit out in between gasps as my amazing orgasm made every muscle in my body clench tight.
“Stubborn kalles,” he grunted, slamming into me hard.
It didn’t take him long after to orgasm. I moaned into the furs when I felt him shoot his hot seed into me, pulsing and throbbing. His roaring groan of release rang in my ears.
His tail released my hands and it wasn’t until just then that I realized he’d been mindful of my fresh, raw markings.
With a purring sound, he dragged me up the bed until I collapsed against him, my head cushioned on his chest, which heaved underneath my cheek. He was flat on his back, with his pants still down to his mid-thighs, his cock resting on his taut abdomen.
When I caught my breath, I pressed my fingernails into his flesh and said, “I hate you.”
“Nik, you do not,” he said next, his voice surprisingly soft. He turned his head to look at me and continued with, “I think you want to. But you do not, kalles.”
Arokan stretched his other arm over his head, arching his back a little, and I realized that he no longer looked ready to kill someone. Most of the tension had drained from his body.
I didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but he’d fucked a little of my temper right out of me. It should disturb me how easily I’d given into him, how much I’d wanted it.
But right then, with my cheek pressed against his chest, with my tunic ridden up to just below my breasts, and his seed leaking from my body…I felt decidedly less disturbed than I should be.
“What happened this afternoon?” I asked, not wanting to dwell on that thought, needing a distraction.
His muscles tensed. He turned his head to regard me, those yellow-rimmed eyes contracting. “I am not done with you yet.”
He wanted…more?
Swallowing, I said, “You said you would tell me after and this is after.”
He blew out a breath, reaching out to run a hand through my hair. He grunted, though I couldn’t tell if it was in frustration or amusement. “You are right.”
Surprise made me raise my brows.
He frowned and said, “We captured a Ghertun scout on the edge of the camp.”
I gasped, sitting up to look down at him. “What?”
“He came from the forest. He will not tell us where the rest of his pack is, despite our methods of…persuasion.”
I thought back to the movement in the forest we’d heard during the walk we’d taken and I brought a hand to my throat, “I thought there was something or someone in the forest when we went in earlier this afternoon.”
Arokan froze. “Neffar?”
Had that been a Ghertun? Had he been watching us?
I shivered and said, “We heard branches snapping. I thought maybe it was a beast of some kind and we turned around. But now…I can’t help but wonder if—”
Arokan broke out with a loud curse, pressing a hand to his eyes.
“Arokan,” I said gently.
“You will have two guards watching you at all times if I am not with you,” he said, his voice hard and unyielding.
My mouth dropped. “That’s completely unnecessary. I don’t even need one.”
“Ghertun are dangerous. I will not risk your safety,” he growled, glaring up at me, though his words made my breath catch. “I have seen them do unspeakable things and if there is a scout nearby, then his pack is not far behind.”
“You think they mean to attack us?” I asked, freezing. “They mean to attack a whole horde? That’s suicide.”
“I do not know yet,” he replied. For some reason, I had expected him to be tight-lipped about matters like these. It surprised me that he shared the information without hesitation. I was…grateful for that, that he wasn’t keeping me in the dark. “It is possible the tassimara drew them near. Regardless, we are close enough to Dothik where I have to take action before they get too close to the capital.”
My heart beat drummed with dread. “What do you mean to do?”
“Find them before they find us,” he answered. “Ghertun scouts usually travel two days ahead of a pack. We have time.”