The horde king nostril’s flared.
Then, without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and hauled me up, striding over to the tray of food on the low table.
I gasped, struggling against him, my skirt riding up in the process. My thighs rubbed together as I squirmed, but I didn’t care about the rough pain. Not right then. Desperate sounds, small and frustrated and animal-like, emerged from my throat as I fought against his hold.
But he was unmovable. Like a mountain.
“Enough!” he bellowed, dropping us both down to the table. He maneuvered himself behind me, pinning my legs down with his own, bracketing my arms at my sides until I couldn’t move, but I still continued to struggle, finding energy and a fire inside me that Ineededto keep fueled. No matter what.
When I realized what his intention was, my eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare,” I hissed.
“If you will not eat,” he rasped, “then I will make you,kalles.”
I watched with frustration as he plucked a piece of dried meat from one of the dishes. Immediately, he pressed it to my lips, but I kept them tight together, keeping my teeth clenched, and turned my face to the side. He followed and I whipped my face to the other side.
And it continued. I don’t know how long I continued to fight against him, but soon, I grew tired. I was expending too much energy, my weakened muscles straining against him as I fought his hold.
“Stubbornkalles,” he growled. “I will break you like a wildpyrokiif I must.”
You can try, I goaded in my mind, but kept my teeth firmly clenched.
He was growing more and more frustrated too and I would hold out for as long as I could. In my mind, it wasn’t even about the food anymore. It was about so much more and I couldn’t let him succeed.I wouldn’t.
Even when I felt something harden beneath my lap, even when he used his tail to keep my head still, even when I started panting from the exertion, I still fought.
Finally, the horde king let his hand fall away, though he kept me pinned. Relief went through me, thinking I’d won that battle. And if I could win one battle, I could win another.
“It seems you are feeling much better this day,kalles,” he finally rasped, something entirely different in his voice. Sucking in a sharp breath through my nostrils, I felt dread pool in my belly when he maneuvered our position, dragging my legs apart wider with his own, using his strong, flexible tail to wrap around my arms, holding them in place. I felt cool air rush over my sex and when I glanced down, I saw my skirt was barely concealing me. “Let us forget about the food then.”
I made an alarmed, muffled sound when his other hand came to cup my exposed sex. Biting my lip, I resumed my struggles when one of his fingers stroked over my slit, teasing the flesh.
I was all too aware that he still held the dried meat in his other hand, hovering just on the edge of my vision. The battle wasn’t over, he was just employing very different methods than before. That frustrated me, made me desperate to get away.
“Lysi,” he hissed, “you are making me ache,kalles.”
Stop, I screamed in my mind,please stop!
But he continued to slowly, almost languidly, stroke me between my thighs. He found my clit, pressing and rolling it with the rough pad of his finger.
And goddess help me…I felt my treacherous body responding to his surprisingly gentle, expert, exploring touch.
No, no, no!
Whimpering, I resumed my struggles tenfold, trying to scratch at his legs like a caged animal, muffled noises emerging from my throat.
But he never stopped. And I never gave in.
Soon, panic sank into my gut, my breathing going ragged, trying to fight against the heady pleasure that was building between my thighs.
In my ear, he rasped, “You are growing hot for me,kalles.” A dark chortle came next and I felt my cheeks heat with humiliation, with shame. “Vok,you need this. I need this too,kassikari.”
It was building and building, the heat growing hotter and hotter. I feared what would happen next.
Finally, desperate, I pleaded, “Stop.”
“What,kalles? I did not hear you.”
“Please, st—”
