But right then…he didn’t need to control anything.
His raging, pulsing cock wanted the lush little female squirming in his lap. Khiva almost groaned in frustration, knowing he wouldn’t have her the way he wanted that night.
You might never claim her, he couldn’t help but think. What if she didn’t return after that night?
Determination rode him hard as he glided his lips over her soft skin. Her scent was strong and he drew it greedily into his lungs, catching her heady arousal mixed in.Vauk, he could get addicted to her smell.
Khiva ignored his Keriv’i instinct to bite her, to mark her flesh as his, just another dominant trait that he pushed underneath the surface as an obedient whore. He had been filled with a raw anticipation when she’d asked him to take the lead that night. Occasionally, his clients asked him to, but not nearly enough to sate his baser, natural desires. He knew that his ‘Krave brothers’ at Madame Allegria’s struggled with the same issues, denying their Keriv’i need to dominate and claim.
But Evelyn had given him this freedom, to touch her however he wished, to guide her during their night, and hopefully early morning, together.
Khiva intended to savor this unexpected gift and opportunity from her.
Her forehead fell into the middle of his chest, her muscles relaxed and loose around him, and he trailed his hands across her exposed skin, wanting to touch all of her at once.
Gently, his head nudged hers to the side so he could suckle on the delicate skin of her neck. A shuddering gasp escaped her and Khiva groaned when she instinctively moved over his aching cock. She might be an innocent, but her body knew how to attract a mate, Khiva thought.
Evelyn’s face turned towards him, her forehead lifting from his chest for a brief moment. An unspoken invitation she might not even have realized she’d offered him.
Khiva’s breath hitched. Unable to resist, he turned from her neck and leaned towards her to brush his lips across her own, testing her boundaries.
Her eyes flashed open, right into his, but then they softened, her eyelids going heavy as he continued to brush soft kisses across her lips. Hesitantly, she drew her palms up his chest until she wrapped her arms around his neck.
That was all the invitation Khiva needed.
Angling her head, he softly gripped the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair tease over his arm. He swallowed her gasp as he kissed her properly, working his lips against hers the way he liked it…soft and slow and deep.
Kissing was not a mating action among Keriv’i, considering that Keriv’i females possessed sharp fangs. But humans...they had dull, flat teeth and soft, smooth tongues. During all of the Kraves’ training, they learned how to kiss well enough to make a human female’s head spin.
When Evelyn’s fingers gripped his own neck tighter, Khiva deepened the kiss, slowly coaxing her to return it. It took a little time for her to grow comfortable with it, long enough to tell Khiva she was inexperienced with kissing as well as sex.
Khiva marveled at that, wondering why a beautiful, enticing, arousing female such as her had gone so long without sex, without touch.
He couldn’t deny that a part of himself was pleased with the fact she was inexperienced. Perhaps it was a Keriv’i trait, or perhaps it was because Khiva liked thathewould be her first lover. He liked that he could teach her the intimacies and pleasure of sex. There was much to know and he would be thorough in her education…if she returned.
Soon, Evelyn grew bolder, more confident, meeting his tongue with ease. Quickly, she learned how to makehishead spin, his mind going hazy with lust.
When she broke away from him with a gasp, needing to catch her breath, he let out a satisfied masculine trill, pleased with her reddened lips and glazed eyes.
“More,female,” he murmured after letting her recover for a brief moment. Evelyn shivered as he dragged her lips back and then she moaned, her chest heaving against his, their bare skin pressed together.
His hands grew more possessive when her fingers trailed up the back of his neck and without much warning, he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, tugging off the little material there was, and tossing it away.
Evelyn drew in a ragged, surprised breath and Khiva trailed his lips down her throat, before pulling back to look at her.
His eyelids went heavy, trilling low in his throat, at the sight of her breasts. They were full and tipped in dark pink, tight nipples that he couldn’t wait to suckle.
Evelyn squirmed a little in his lap and he swallowed his groan. She was still his client, he hazily remembered. Despite her asking him to take the lead, he still wanted to ensure that she was comfortable with the direction they were heading.
“Can I kiss you here,leeldra?” he rasped, gently thumbing one of her peaked nipples. It took him a moment to realize he’d called herleeldra, an affectionate name in his own language, meant for lovers and mates.
He’d never called a femaleleeldrain his life. It had just slipped out…but it feltnatural. The word fit her well, as if it was created solely for her.
Evelyn’s head bowed when he scraped his dull claw over her other nipple, a strangled gasp working its way up her throat.
“Veki?” he murmured, cocking his head to the side.
“Yes,” she whispered, her glazed eyes briefly meeting his. “Please, Khiva.”
