Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings Of Dakkar #1) - Zoey Draven Page 0,80
over my husband’s thick cock faster, without rhythm, gripping his chest to anchor myself as I came apart.
Through my ringing ears, I heard his roar of pleasure and then felt his seed flood into me, filling me.
Arms trembling, I collapsed over his heaving chest, pressing my cheek into the warm flesh, hearing his heart beat drum in my ears as he continued to cum inside me.
Once it was done, once reality began to return, I peeked up at him, my thighs still straddling wide over his hips.
It had been two weeks since that night in the forest. Two weeks that had flown by, yet seemed like they’d stretched into months. Two weeks of settling into my life in the horde, two weeks of long, satisfying days, and two weeks of even longer, even more satisfying nights with my husband.
“You’ve created a monster,” I whispered to him.
Grinning in satisfaction, Arokan stretched his arms over his head and my eyes went a little unfocused as I watched his muscles pull and flex. He knew what that did to me.
He groaned when my inner walls tightened around him and he agreed with, “I have.”
A spot of morning sun shone down onto the furs next to him through the venting hole at the top of our voliki. Mirari and Lavi no longer entered at the first signs of my waking, considering most mornings Arokan still remained with me. And waking with my horde king was almost as satisfying as drifting into sleep beside him.
“Today will be long,” he murmured, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Hopefully one of the scouting parties will return.”
The moon cycle was almost over and that meant it was time to leave that place. The bveri, our main source of meat, lessened by the day, as the hunting parties reported to Arokan. We would follow them south and make a new home, a new camp elsewhere.
Arokan had sent out a few scouting parties of horde warriors ahead to scope out possible sites. The journey would take at least three days of traveling with the entire horde and it would be slow-going.
And while some of my dread at leaving had lessened over the weeks, there was a sadness that would always remain. I would be journeying further away from my brother and the possibility of ever seeing him again seemed slim to none.
A couple weeks ago, I had lightly broached the topic with Arokan, asking if there was any chance I could at least visit him before we left the area, to make sure he was alright. Arokan had studied me for long moments, but finally said, with a grave expression, that he couldn’t spare the warriors to take me. Not right then. Not when they were making preparations to leave and when they were coming across more and more Ghertun during patrols than normal. It wasn’t safe.
He wouldn’t risk it. I’d understood, of course I had. But it hadn’t stopped the overwhelming feeling of disappointment. I’d never brought it up again.
“Any day now,” I commented softly, looking up at him, my fingers tracing the golden markings across his chest.
Once a scouting party returned with a viable camp location, we would pack up and leave.
“Lysi,” he murmured, his eyes warm and dark as he looked at me. Belly fluttering, I gave him a small smile. “Bnuru tei lilji rini, kalles.”
Give me your lips, female.
Leaning up, I pressed them to his and my head spun pleasantly as he deepened it, taking my mouth in a warm, thorough kiss.
When I pulled away, I whispered, dazed, “I love how you do that.”
“You love many things I do, kalles,” he teased, brushing his lips across my cheekbone, my nose.
I pushed at his shoulder, half-rolling my eyes, and then I climbed off him, knowing that we both had to begin our days, even though I’d rather spend it all between the furs with him.
I’d gone from frightened indifference to being a little bit obsessed with my alien husband. Now it was the depth of my feelings for him that frightened me. Every single day, those feelings only continued to grow and flourish.
“The mrikro is expecting me,” I told him, turning from him to wash his seed from between my legs and dress in my tunic and pants. “He wants me to assist in training one of the pyroki.”
Arokan rose from our bed, snagging me around the waist before I could slip through the tent’s entrance. I looked up at him towering over me in question.