he rasped, reaching forward to roll one nipple between his fingertips, his claw pricking me, “I will see if I can make you come, just from playing with you here.”
He gave a low curse at whatever he saw reflected in my gaze.
“The things I will do to you, leikavi,” he told me. A warning. A promise.
I watched as he brought two of his fingers up to his lips, watched as he neatly bit off the sharp points of his claws, dulling them.
“But right now, you will come for me,” he growled, dropping back between my thighs, taking the position he’d been in before. “I want it on my tongue.”
Excitement burned with my arousal.
He set upon me like a starved beast, licking at my sex once more. So quickly and thoroughly that I felt like his tongue was a million places all over my body.
A moment later, I realized why he’d dulled his claws because I felt pressure at my opening. When I looked down, he was slowly pushing into me, back and forth, the friction wonderful, the sensation new.
Deeper and deeper he went until his fingers were stretching me, filling me so much I began to tense.
“Relax, leikavi,” he grunted before resting his scarred cheek on my thigh, licking that sensitive bud at the top of my slit, making me moan. “Vok, you’re tight.”
Too tight? I wondered, dismayed at the possibility that we simply wouldn’t fit.
His fingers curled and my thoughts scattered, my hips jerking against him. That pressure had turned into exquisite pleasure, a full-body tingle beginning from my sex and blooming across every inch of my skin.
“Ohhhh!”
“There, leikavi?” he rasped.
“Yes!”
The pressure intensified, the tingling growing when he gently suckled my clit between his lips. My breath tore from me, ragged. I gasped when I couldn’t get air, when every part of me was focused on his lips and his tongue between my legs.
“Come for me now,” he growled.
Something was happening. My body was rocking against him, with a mind all its own. That pressure was building, my inner walls had begun to tighten around his fingers, a deep clenching inside me that was about to…to…
“Oh gods,” I whispered, my eyes widening.
Davik’s fingers curled again.
His tongue laved and lapped mercilessly against my slit.
That pleasure burst within me, careening me over an unseen edge.
Finally, finally, I thought desperately.
I fell back on the furs, back arching, my legs tightening around the male between them, wanting to keep him there forever.
It felt like an explosion had gone off inside me. Tingling pleasure pierced me, snatching the air from my lungs as I gasped. I may have screamed, cried out—but I couldn’t be certain. I was hovering in this place of unfathomable sensation and feeling…and I never wanted to leave it.
All too soon, it began to fade. All too soon, I could breathe again.
Light returned as I watched shadows flicker across the top of the voliki above me. My sex clenched rhythmically around his fingers, which I realized were still inside me. Every inch of my skin felt sensitive. When I brushed my fingers across my breasts, I almost gasped.
That was what I’ve been missing, I thought, my lips curling up into a smile. That wonderful, dizzying, uncontrolled pleasure.
And I wanted more.
When I looked down at Davik, my lips were still curled into a grin.
Already, I felt that tingling return, that warmth spread. So soon?
His expression hit me as…undone. He growled, those eyes flashing, and I sucked in a breath as he stood, as he ripped through the laces of his trews like they were made of parchment.
In another moment, he was nude in front of me. As he’d been last night. My gaze ran over him, unapologetically. Over the golden raised scars from his battles, over the swirling tattoos adorning him, Dakkari words I desperately wanted to learn, words I wanted to whisper into his skin as I traced the gold of them with my tongue.
Ridged slabs of unyielding muscles greeted me. Somehow, he appeared stronger, bigger. His body was made for war, for killing. And yet, I got the strangest sense that it was made for me. For this.
His cock was engorged, the head shining with the beginnings of his glossy seed. The tip was rounded like a bulb.
“Ahh, vok, leikavi,” he hissed. I watched his cock jerk, more seed dripping from the little slit. “When you look at a male like that, he gets very wicked, dark ideas.”
When I looked up at him, I think he saw just how much