“Although,” I said, pulling back slightly from his lips to tease him, wanting to made him smile, “I’mnotsure I forgive you for that time you tried to force feed mebverimeat.”
He made a surprised sound in the back of his throat and I was satisfied when I got a hint of a grin from him. “Stubbornkalles,” he murmured. “You fought me at every turn.”
“You liked it,” I whispered.
He gazed at me, brushing his fingers over my lips. His expression was serious when he said, “I would not have had you any other way,rei Morakkari.”
Epilogue
Two moon cycles later…
My hands fistedinto the furs, crying out when Arokan slammed deep into me, shaking my whole body, chattering my teeth together.
I moaned, “More!”
His fingers flexed at my hips, pleased.
I was on my hands and knees before my horde king. I’d woken him that morning by slipping between his thighs and gently sucking on the head of his cock. Not a moment later, he’d flipped me over, ready to give me what I’d so nicely asked for.
Beneath me, my growing breasts bobbed with every thrust and I felt one of Arokan’s hands cup them, felt him tweak my nipples in a way that made me groan.
So good.
My horde king knew every place to touch me, knew how much pressure to use, how to angle his hips just right to hit that perfect, sublime spot inside me. He knew when I was ready to cum, he knew when to hold me on the edge or just let me fall. He read me as easily as I read him. He knew when I needed soft and slow and he knew when I just needed to be fucked and he happily gave me whatever I wanted.
“I love you I love you I love you,” I breathed, gasping, beyond thoughts and almost beyond words. I was right on the edge. “Arokan!”
Arokan groaned behind me. He loved when I said that and I told him I loved him multiple times a day.
Then I was orgasming around him, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn’t even scream. My mouth was wide in a silent cry as pulses of intense pleasure shot through my body.
My arms shook and Arokan caught me before I fell facedown into the furs. He brought me up to my knees, my back pressed against his front, and he continued to piston his hips into my sex.
In my ear, he rasped, “Rinavi leika, rei Morakkari. Lo kassiri tei.Lo kassiri tei.”
You’re beautiful, my Queen. I love you.I love you.
One of his arms banded just beneath my breasts. One came to rest over my large belly, where our baby grew.
Then Arokan was bellowing out his release into me, as jets of his seed filled me, his hips rocking faster and harder.
He sucked on the sensitive spot just below my ear, nibbling it with his sharp teeth, as he rode out his own orgasm, and then we both collapsed into our furs.
Chest heaving, I cuddled into my husband’s arms, our naked bodies intertwined. After I caught my breath, I laughed, the sound husky and happy. I turned into him, peppering kisses over his jawline, his cheekbones, the bridge of his flat nose, running my hand over his hard, muscled, tattooed chest.
“Insatiable,” he rasped, his eyes closing. “You will drain me of life before the child comes.”
“You love it,” I whispered.
But he was right. Pregnancy made me insatiable.Almostas insatiable as Arokan and he was a hot-blooded Dakkari horde king in his prime.
The past couple days, however, I’d been particularly ravenous. Arokan had gone out on patrol for close to aweek,tracking a pack of Ghertun—almost to the Dead Lands—that had proven themselves more cunning than the rest. He’d just returned and I was making up for lost time.
“I do,” he agreed, though he groaned as he said it.
“I’ll let you sleep tonight,” I promised.
He opened one eye to peer at me, as if to say, ‘oh really?’
