Did…didMorakkariswear this too?
“Will I feel your claws tonight,rei sarkia?” he murmured. “Will I feel them raking down my back when I am seated deep inside you this night?”
My head swam again. Stunned, I felt my sex throb between my legs and I was mortified by the response his words wrang from me.
In my shock, I whispered, “You think I will let you?”
The curl of his grin was like smoke. There one moment and gone the next.
“Lysi,” he said easily. He leaned down, his fingers brushing the gold at my neck. Against my lips, after a lazy kiss, he whispered, “You will beg for me by the night’s end.”
I stiffened in disbelief.
Rowin straightened. I felt his cock, hard and thick, pressing into my belly. As if the mere thought had aroused him too.
That was when I felt the first tendril of fear. Perhaps I was out of my element with him. I’d never known a male in that way. And he was a Dakkari horde king. He would’ve had his pick of females. Any of them.Allof them. If he’d wished it.
What did I even know about sex? About pleasure? About seduction?
What was apparent to me was that I could hate him and desire him at the same time. He was proving that to me even now.
“It’s time.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
“Are you frightened?” I murmured, unable to keep my hands off the human female in front of me.
Situated on Okan, Mina was rigid in front of me. Her back was pressed to my chest. My thighs encased her own. I had one hand draped across her lap, dangerously close to the high slit of her skirt. When I brushed the backs of my fingers up and down her exposed thigh, I heard her small gasp and felt her straighten further. My other hand held Okan’s reins as I guided us through the horde.
“Of yourpyroki?” she asked, reaching out a hand to spread across Okan’s neck. It surprised me. For a skittish little thing, she was awfully brave with a horde king’s beast. “Should I be?”
“He will not hurt you,” I assured her. Another brush of my fingers against her leg. Though this time, my touch was bolder. For two days and nights, I’d avoided her. Now that she was back within my grasp, I couldn’t stop touching her.
The pad of one finger brushed the curls shielding her cunt. In a flash, her hand wrapped around my wrist—well, half of it—right over myVorakkarcuff. She squeezed.
“This will be mine soon enough,” I growled in her ear.
Her voice sounded breathless but her hand never left my wrist. “Are you trying to frighten me?”
I stilled, pondering the words and the way they made discomfort churn inside me.
“Nik, I am not, Mina.”
“I don’t understand you,” she said, her eyes forward as we both swayed together, propelled forward by Okan’s rocking gait. She no doubt saw the glow that encased the encampment. Soon, she would see the pathway that led to the feast. She would see the pathway lined with the members of the horde, waiting to pay their respects. My horde.
And now hers.
“How can you even want me? Considering everything you think I’ve done to you?” she asked. “I’m a witch, remember? The same one who bewitched you, who captured you, who tricked you. A witch no better than Benn in your eyes.”
Did she believe that? Worse yet, had I made her believe that?
“I know you are nothing like him,” I told her.
“Well thank you. Thank you so much for clearing that up.”
“You are still angry with me,” I murmured. “No matter. You can take your aggressions out on me tonight after thetassimara.”
She was bewildered by my words. “How can you even talk about that right now?”
