She swallowed. “No,” she admitted softly. “I’ve never…I mean, I’ve never felt that.”
I realized what she was saying and my nostrils flared.
Vok!
She’d never orgasmed before?
Temptation rode me hard, flaring my pupils and making one of my claws curl into her waist. If she were any other female, I would have had her on her hands and knees right then, tonguing her from behind, listening to her whimpers and moans filling myvolikias she orgasmed on my tongue. Then I’d have slid into her with long, deep strokes, growling as she received me so sweetly.
Vok. Arousal filled me. How long had it been since I last felt this way? How long since it had felt this consuming, this intense?
Perhaps never, I mused. With Mala, sex had been different. Then again, that female had been nothing more than a parasite, feeding off my grief, using my body for her pleasure.
“Leikavi?”
She released the corner of her lip she’d been nibbling after her confession. “Yes?”
“I will promise you this. When I fuck you, you willknowit. You willcraveit.”
I didn’t think she knew how much her desire showed on her features. At my words, her eyes went half-lidded, her nipples puckered even more under my tunic. Her soft pink lips parted and there was one thing I found I could not deny myself.
Leaning forward, I caught her bottom lip with mine, sliding my hand into her white hair, catching the back of her neck. I held her in place as I gave her my kiss. She froze at first, shy, unsure what to do. But then myleikavilet out a shuddering breath against me and when her tongue darted out to taste me on her lips, I captured it and suckled.
Her startled gasp filled the space between us. My cock bobbed, mydakkeswelling and throbbing, my seed beading at my tip. My grip on her tightened, my need surging. I hadn’t taken release since the night of thejrikkia, when she’d watched me from the shadows. Remembering her curiosity, remembering her needy, greedy little gaze on my cock only stoked the roaring fire that was beginning to consume me.
You need her to trust you, that rational part of my mind reminded me.
Would she trust me after I gave her the rough fucking on the floor of myvolikithat I craved? Or would she look at me like I was a barbaric brute, with her scorn?
For some reason, I couldn’t stomach the latter. Not with her.
But her lips were so sweet, her tongue warm and tentative against mine. I kissed her the way I wanted to mate her…thoroughly. I pulled away when I felt her little nails curling into my chest. When had she placed them there? Her dull little claws were dug deep, clasping me to her.
I’d been right. Though sheltered, myleikaviwas a sensual creature, one who needed to be introduced to the pleasures of the flesh.
With time, I told myself.
When I unclasped my hand from the back of her neck, it shook.
Her gaze was still half-lidded, that warm desire still directed at me. I was unused to the females I took to my furs looking at me like that. With…softness.
The females I mated all knew what I was andIknew what they were seeking. They wanted a piece of the story I’d found myself woven into…the tale of the MadVorakkar, who laughed as he killed and fucked like a snarling beast. They wanted a piece of aVorakkar, all while knowing I would never take aMorakkari, a queen.
And so, they looked at me with lust and possession and always, always fear. Like I could kill them as easily as I fucked them.
But Vienne, this littlevekkirikalles, sitting so sweetly in my lap, clutching me to her, who had knowingly teased me with the sight of her breast through the almost-transparent tunic, looked at me withwarmth.
Maddening.
It was discomforting when I longed to stroke her hair in response. It was discomforting when I wanted to kiss her more gently this time, like she was…cherished.
Vok, I cursed.
This was why I didn’t get close to females.
Because as much as I hated that she looked at me like I wasn’t a monster or a crazed beast…I also craved that softness in her gaze.
“I need sleep,” I said, my tone gruffer and more cutting than I’d intended.
