Then he stood from the bed, his engorged cock bobbing. He didn’t bother to kick off his pants, he simply tugged mine down and tossed them to the floor, baring my lower half.
He cursed and took my legs in his grip, pulling them wide. “Look at how pink and wet your cunt is for me,kalles.”
I bit my lip, wiggling my hips, trying to inch closer to him. “Please, Arokan,” I whispered. “Please.”
With a rough growl, he positioned his cock at my entrance and he thrust inside me with one stiff, teeth-chattering,sublimemotion. He let out a deep, deep groan that I felt reverberate in my own body.
“Oh yes!” I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut. A little pain twinged deep inside, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get used to his size again. It feltgood, that pain.
“There isnothingbetter than your cunt,kalles,” he rasped, wrapping his arm underneath my hips, pulling me down over him with more leverage and power.
Then he didn’t stop. He gave me a single moment to adjust to him and then hecouldn’tstop. He pounded into me with deep, hard thrusts that made stars burst into my vision.
Ourvolikiwas filled with primal, erotic sounds. The sounds of sex and mating. Of flesh slapping against flesh, of moans and groans and cries, and whispered words and savage curses.
It was perfect. He was perfect.
Arokan caught my wrists in between it all. He looked at the gold markings and then he threaded our hands together, so our tattoos touched and aligned.
Dazed, my lips parted, I looked up at him, on the verge of cumming. Any moment now, he would send me over the edge.
His hands squeezed mine and he leaned down low over my body. With his marked flesh against mine, with his cock buried deep inside me, he murmured, “We are one,kassikari.”
My breath hitched and then he caught my lips in a fierce kiss, growling deep in his throat. I returned it with enthusiasm and fervor.
And it didn’t take long until that kiss, until his touch, sent me over the edge.
My scream was muffled against his lips and I turned my head instead to bite his shoulder, unfathomable pleasure tearing through my body.
I think he liked that because he roared, his thrusts deepening, growing rough and savage. Then I felt his seed spill into me, felt his body tremble and jerk, as he came undone.
Afterwards, I laid underneath him in a warm haze, disbelieving that anything could feel so good.
Arokan lifted his head, though I still felt his cock pulsing inside me. His heavy lidded gaze sought mine and I tilted my head up in invitation. He took my lips and I disentangled our hands so I could wrap them around his massive shoulders.
Closing my eyes, I smiled, drugged on sex and Arokan.Finally, some of the tension that had been building and building over the past week had left, though it was by no means gone.
Arokan seemed to feel the same way because when he pulled his head back to look down at me, his eyes burned with need as he rasped, “I am not done with you,Morakkari.”
“Good,” I whispered back. “I’m not done with you either,Vorakkar.”
Apparently,Arokan still wasn’t done with me,hourslater, when I had to beg him for a reprieve.
“J-just a little while,” I gasped, still feeling my sex flutter with the last two orgasms he’d wrung from me. “I just need to rest.”
He growled but acquiesced, dragging my limp, thoroughly pleasured body, up the bed, tucking me into his side.
I blew out a shuddering breath, still panting from the exertion. I’d been unprepared for this, unprepared for the full-force of his desire and need.
But I had loved every single moment of it.
His seed leaked from between my legs. I didn’t know how many times he’d cum inside me, but the evidence was all over the furs. They would need to be washed thoroughly in the morning, but I was too exhausted to care that night.
Apparently, my horde king had been holding back.A lot.I’d always assumed that the Dakkari had a healthy drive for sex, but I didn’t know just howmuchthey needed it.
His hand stroked over my body gently, his tail wrapping around my thigh, holding me against his side. My fingers traced over the slim, flexible appendage and the tip twitched at my touch.
I smiled, stretching a bit. I would be doubly sore in the morning. Not just from the training, but from the marathon of sex.
