Like it washerthat had been doing something wrong. Like it washerthat had done something to make menotwant that.
“Of course I do,” I murmured, wishing my voice wasn’t so rough and dark. Wishing it was softer for her. “I want to fuck you so bad itvokkingaches.”
Mina exhaled softly. Then her brows furrowed. “Then why haven’t we been?”
Wasn’t it obvious?
It was my turn to be confused. Didn’t she know?
“Because I don’t want to hurt you again,” I said gruffly.
“Hurt me?” she asked, shaking her head. “You didn’t—”
“Lysi, I did,” I growled. “You said I made youbleed. The morning after thetassimara, I could hear you wincing as we walked to get our markings completed and itvokkingate at me, knowing I did that to you! I was too rough with you. Maybe you were right. Maybe we don’t fit. You’re so small and I don’t want to hurt you again or I’d never forgive myself for it.”
“What?” she whispered, her eyes going round in astonishment.
Then she did something I didn’t expect.
She began to laugh.
A beautiful sound, light and husky, it sounded almost like a song.
Affection slid deep into my chest—warring with my own frustration—and I closed my eyes briefly, listening to that laugh, though I didn’t feel like laughing myself at that moment.
It slowly died away as she regarded me and then her expression softened. It softened in a way that made myvokkingheart flip, something I didn’t know if it had ever done before. I rubbed at it, scowling, when she leaned forward.
Her gentle kiss made a rough groan rise in my throat. She tilted her head as I murmured, “I’m glad you find this situation amusing, wife.”
“Oh, yousetovan,” she exclaimed, biting gently at my bottom lip before she soothed it with her tongue. My cock bobbed against my abdomen as she did. “I find it incredibly funny and a little bit ridiculous now. Because we could have had this sorted a week ago.”
I pulled back. “What do you mean?”
“You made me bleed because I’d never been with a male before you,” she told me. With a dazed expression on her face, she added, “I think you knew that though. Because you were as gentle as you could be. But youarevery, very big.”
“And you are quite small,” I said gruffly.
“Lysi,” she said in Dakkari, teasing me with that whispered word. “But I liked it.”
My nostrils flared. “Neffar?”
“I mean, it was really,reallygood, wasn’t it?” she continued.
“Lysi,” I growled. “It was.”
“I didn’t feel any pain after those first few moments. The soreness came later but it was the first time. I would adapt to it. The only thing I didn’t like that night was that you left so abruptly. I thought that maybe I’d done something wrong. Or that maybe you didn’t like what we did…”
Vok.
And I realized that there was so much I needed to explain to her. So much I needed to make her understand about me. About how I was raised. About my father. About the aspirations I had for the horde and the decisions I’d made to help me reach them.
I’d kept her in the dark about a lot of things. I’d told her of my outpost, though briefly. I’d told her about my mother’s parents. I’d told her about the horde’s travels throughout Dakkar.
But I hadn’t really told her anything of importance. About why I was the way I was.
For now, however…
I wanted to be in the right state of mind for that conversation and right now, with her naked in my lap, with my cock jutting between us, as she whispered to me that she’d liked the way I’d fucked her…
