Her gaze strayed towards the foot of the bed and she couldn’t help but notice that his feet hung off the edge. Then she noticed a sizable tenting of the sheets and, as if she was trained, without realizing it, she reached underneath the sheet to grasp his erection.
Khiva let out a husky growl, followed by a groan and an amused trill. “Leeldra, you’ve drained me.”
“Literally?” she teased. He’d orgasmed six times last night. Gently, she squeezed the base of his shaft, like a woman addicted. “Then what’s this?”
She was obsessed with his cock. Last night and the early, early hours of morning had taught her that.
Another growl and he rolled them until he was hovering over her, the sheet falling away from his magnificent body.
He kissed her and her head spun.
“Give me an hour to recover,” he murmured against her lips, before gently nibbling on her bottom lip. “Then I can give you all you want.”
“Promise?” she whispered, her hands caressing over his shoulders and down his back. Softly, she stroked up and down, memorizing the texture and feel of his skin.
He groaned and then rasped, “You came to me a virgin not long ago. And now, you have drained a Keriv’i male of histeelaand still need more.Vauk, if only you knew half of the wicked things I will do to you.”
Eve’s lips curled up, her nipples tightening.
A sexual awakening, she thought. She’d been a virgin so long, only fantasizing about what having a lover would be like. She’d always been insanely curious about sex. She was no stranger to masturbation either, had enjoyed it regularly.
But with Khiva…after her first time with him and especially after last night, she felt changed. No longer was she shy about her sexuality, about the things she wanted to explore with him. Khiva had been both patient and demanding, both gentle and rough, both considerate and selfish, and she’d loved every single moment of it.
After another kiss, he rolled off but tugged her close so that their bodies pressed together.
“Are you sore?” he asked softly, looking down at her, tracing down her arm.
“Pleasantly,” she answered softly.
“I apologize if I was too rough,” he murmured. “My Rut is coming soon and it makes me…needful.”
“Your Rut?” she asked, brows furrowing. “I remember you mentioned it in passing once. But you never explained what it is.”
He arm tightened around her. “All Keriv’i males, once they come of age, experience a Rut. Every month, or sometimes every two, it depends on the male.”
“And what happens?”
“We go into a state where all we need is to mate,” he said slowly. “Nothing else matters. It is like we lose our minds.”
Eve licked her lips. A mindless, sexed up Keriv’i male, whose only need was to mate? That would be a sight. And an experience.
“It lasts two or three days,” he said. Then, he admitted, “I have this theory that you bring mine on more quickly.”
“Me?” she asked, surprised. “Why?”
“Because of how much I want you, how much I need you,” he purred in her ear and warmth spread over her skin. “Whenever I am with you, I feel my Rut drawing a little closer. After last night, I would not be surprised if it hit me tomorrow.”
Despite the pleasant fluttering in her belly at his words, she couldn’t help but think that he’d be seeing his Rut through with another woman.
Jealousy pierced her chest, dampening the entire mood of the morning. She always did this to herself, she realized. She always had these incredible highs with him, where she felt like nothing could bring them down, but then she deliberately remembered what he was forced to do by Madame Allegria, to remain on Everton.
He’d woken up with her that morning…but he would be going to bed with another woman that night.
And it cut her.
The deepest it ever had.
It was then that Eve realized she was being selfish. Because it was Khiva that had to deal with most of the emotional and physically tolls as a Krave at Madame Allegria’s. Eve knew that he cared for her, deeply. She was foolish to believe that it didn’t upset him either.
