After that first time, however, the opportunities to be alone had been far and few in between. My father, aunt, and I had all slept within the same room. And once the village burned and my life had been upturned, nothing had been the same. Though I was the loneliest I had ever been, I’d never beenalone.
And so, sexual pleasure had slowly faded from my mind. Desperation, hunger, fear, and anger had taken its place.
Only…right then…Wrune was reminding me of that first time I’d touched myself in secret. That exhilarating rush, that tingling that seemed to spread to all parts of my body, that ball of heat that was growing and growing between my thighs.
I was leaning into him more fully, softening for him, as if my body knew what he could provide for me. I’d had just enough wine to loosen the tension between my shoulders without making me dizzy and sick like that first night.
My lips parted, my back arching slightly when Wrune slid his hand up my thigh again.
“Ahh, vok, kalles,” he murmured gruffly just as the edge of his knuckle brushed my curls once more. That knuckle pressed and a jolt raced up my spine when it nudged against thatperfectspot. “That’s it.”
Gasping, I acted on instinct by crossing my legs. I didn’t realize it, but I’d effectively trapped his hand while also shielding what he was doing from the view of his horde.
Which…only made him more brazen.
My thighs squeezed when my sex throbbed. His fingers curled further and his knuckles ran down and up over my slick folds, as if coaxing them to open for him. He pressed and then a ragged sound rose out of my throat when those knuckles thrummed my clit back and forth. That little, hardened bud that made me pant.
“Don’t,” I whispered, meeting his eyes, frightened that he would give me pleasure likethis. In front of his horde. And I’d always been taught that pleasure was something that was hidden, something that was done in private. “Not here.”
Those red, half-lidded eyes lowered to my lips.
“Ask me,” he growled.
“W-what?” I whispered, not understanding.
“Ask me to take you from here. Ask me to bring you to our furs and I’ll give youeverythingyou need there,rei Morakkari.”
The confidence in his voice was almost as intoxicating as his touch.
“Maybe you should askme,” I replied, realizing what he was doing. He wanted me to submit to him. He wanted me to beg, which was what he’d vowed would happen this night.
Another growl rose from him. I leaned back when he moved forward to kiss me. I couldn’t think straight if he kissed me. Not that I could really think straight right now with his hand between my legs, stroking me with the backs of his fingers.
If he kissed me, however, I’d be lost.
Looking down between us, I felt a jolt when I saw the head of his cock peeking out from his fur loincloth. The tip was rounded, tapering down to a thick, pulsing shaft. Liquid glimmered at the head and as I watched, I saw his cock bob.
“We…we won’t,” I breathed, meeting his eyes in bewilderment. “We won’t fit.”
A low, deep sound rose from his throat. “We will,sarkia,” he grated.
I didn’t see how that was a possibility.
Tingling pleasure bloomed in my belly when he pressed his fingers into me, trapping my clit gently between two of his knuckles.
For a moment, I had a flash of bewilderment. I wondered how I could be sitting here now, on the verge of an orgasm, with a horde king of Dakkar. A horde king who’d made it very clear he didn’t trust me, who’d purred to me that fucking went hand in hand with frustration and anger.
And I was beginning to see what he’d meant.
Because I was frustrated and angry. But I also felt deep, pinching lust building inside me forhim.
My eyes flickered out to the dancers. To the feast that still took place beyond them. And beyond that, from the raised dais, I could see over the top of the gate. Into the night.
But I didn’t see the fog. I didn’t see anything. Only the stars overhead, that seemed twice as bright given it was the black moon.
A black moon when he was supposed to die, I thought.
And despite everything, despite his betrayal and his threats, I knew.
