I had been teasing him for the last few moments, alternating between stroking him and suckling him. Our nightly bathing sessions always ended the same way…with me on my back or on my knees or straddling his hips.
But I enjoyed teasing him. Pleasing him. When I’d regained my strength after the Dead Mountain, we had been ravenous for one another…and that drive and need had not diminished in the weeks afterwards. It had only seemed to grow.
The thick column of his throat strained when he tilted it back. I licked his cock and I felt some of his seed land on my tongue, just a taste, just the beginning of what was to come. Some nights, he would let me suckle and kiss his cock until he released into my mouth. Other nights, he would spend the entirety of the evening with his head between my thighs until I had to beg him for mercy, for reprieve. And other nights, like this night, I knew my horde king was already on edge and wouldn’t allow me to tease him much longer.
And just as I knew, when I lapped at the slit of his cock, eager for more seed, he growled, leaping from the bath with me in his arms.
He didn’t bother to dry us off. He brought us close to the fire basin instead, dropping us both down onto the rugs lining ourvoliki, spreading my legs wide...
A shuddered moan tore from my throat when he thrust inside me. It was powerful and impatient and intense. Ihadteased my husband too long, it seemed.
My arms went overhead and his head dropped, tonguing my bared breasts, lapping at the water to dry them. A smile crossed my features when he pulled back to look at my face, his hips pumping ferociously between my thighs.
His eyes heated when he saw my grin. He kissed me, stroking his tongue against mine as a shuddered sigh escaped me, as he clasped my hands in his, bringing our bodies closer together until his chest was plastered to mine, until I could feel his heartbeat strumming across my sensitive skin, until I could feel hisdakkehumming against my clit.
“You like your pleasure,rei Morakkari?” he rasped against me, squeezing my hands in his. “You like when I slide my cock deep inside you, when I suckle on your breasts, and make you come for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my back arching. “You feel sogood.”
His rough groan lit me up from the inside.
I heard every sound—every shuddering gasp, every slap of our flesh as he drove inside me harder and deeper, every whispered word he murmured in my ear, alternating between sweet words that made my heart throb and words that made my blood burn with desire.
Gods, I loved him.
HisVorakkarcuffs pressed into the golden markings around my wrist, the markings I’d received after ourtassimara, after I’d becomeMorakkarito his horde and tied myself to him for the rest of our lives—after he’d become my husband and tied himself tomefor the rest of our lives.
And I swore, as our hands were connected, as he looked deep into my eyes, and he slid deep inside me…I swore I felt something familiar, sparked by the love and awe I felt with every part of my being.
I swore I felt a sparking of energy, that familiar warmth tingling through my mind.
My lips parted but then it was gone. But I’dfeltit return to me, albeit briefly.
Maybe it hadn’t been extinguished forever.
My orgasm caught me by surprise when I felt Davik’s pace quicken. His cock was beginning to thicken inside me as I squeezed around him. A guttural cry tore from my throat but I never looked away from him. I wanted him to see what he did to me. I wanted him to know.
My body pulsed, the intense pleasure coming in waves. My lips curled with it.
“Lo kassiri tei,” he rasped in my ear. “Vok! Take it from me, leikavi!”
He continued to piston his hips between my legs, elongating my own pleasure…and then he was bellowing with his release, a rough cry filling thevoliki, as I felt jets of his seed fill me, mark me.
It feltsublime. As it always did with him.
Afterwards, he made certain not to collapse on top of me, ever worried about the life that was beginning to grow within my womb. I’d discovered I was pregnant shortly after ourtassimaraand though my belly was only just beginning to round, Davik already fussed over me like I would give birth any moment.
I knew his question would come before he asked.
“Did I hurt you?” he murmured, pulling me into his arms, our skin warming from the fire basin, drying up the last of our bath water.
“No. Never,” I told him, giving him a small, happy, exhausted smile. No matter how many times I’d told him that, he always asked. He seemed to fear his own strength, whereas I barely gave it a second thought.
We rested in silence as I cuddled into his chest, our legs intertwining, his tail wrapping around my ankle, keeping me anchored to him. One of his hands came to rest on my growing belly…and it was only in these moments, when we were together, lying peacefully, that Davik ever seemed to truly relax.
He always had a million things on his mind. He wasVorakkarto a Dakkari horde, after all, and it was almost time to leave the eastlands. The seasons were changing again, as they always would, and truthfully, I was eager to see more of my home planet,beyondthe eastlands, beyond the shadow of the Dead Mountain. Davik had promised me he would lead his horde south, so that I could see theTrikkiand the glorious waterfalls and lush valleys that dotted the region.
Now that I was pregnant, he worried even more. A part of me wondered if he regretted replacing the heartstone in the ancient groves—which we’d done before ourtassimara, together—because to him, the heartstone represented safety for me and for the life growing inside me, just in case anything happened.
