Kraving Dravka by Zoey Draven

Chapter Thirty

Dravka felt her clenching around him, felt her orgasm rip through her body like it was ripping through his own.

He growled before a trilling hiss escaped his throat.

“So vauking good,” he breathed, driving his hips up. But his range was limited, which frustrated him. He wanted to stroke into her so deeply. He wanted to be seated between her thighs for hours, as he watched her take his teela, as he watched her take it deep.

She was still orgasming when he flipped them, pinning her to the bed in a way that made the dominant Keriv’i in him trill in satisfaction. A gasp escaped her, her cunt clenching down on him harder, so hard she almost forced him from her body.

“Demav,” he rasped. His mellkia was tight.

And once Dravka settled between his mate’s thighs?

“Oh god,” Valerie moaned, her voice choked and high-pitched, as he began to thrust into her. Long, deep strokes, building up a steady rhythm that left him with tightly aching taxxa, needing to release their seed.

He knew he never wanted to leave. Dravka would never leave her body again.

Never.

And they had so much time to make up for. So much lost time.

Their flesh slapped together as Dravka drove inside her, bucking and snapping his hips, pounding into his female unrelentingly. He held himself above her, his arms straightened on both sides of her head. Through her pleasure, she reached up to stroke his chest, her touch igniting little licks of heat across his flesh.

He groaned when her fingernails teased over the flat discs of his dark nipples, fucking her harder in response, making her lips part and her eyes slide shut.

Dravka was right at the very edge of his control. He could normally last so much longer than this…then again, this was Valerie. When had he ever had control around her? She’d made him come in his very pants before, just whispering things in his ear. She hadn’t even touched him and he’d come so hard, his eyes had rolled into the back of his head.

But this orgasm he felt coming on?

It would blow that one right away. He felt it. Felt its power and its strength starting, sizzling down his spine, tightening his taxxa, thickening his cock even further, which Valerie no doubt felt.

Readying.

“Vauk, you’re gonna make me come so hard,” he growled, lowering down to capture her lips again in a sinful and wicked kiss.

She gasped into him, their tongues tangling together. And when she teasingly bit at his bottom lip, holding it between her teeth? When she wrapped her legs around him tighter, sucking him even deeper into her body, as if afraid he’d leave?

He felt that cresting wave begin to crash.

“Vaaauukkkk,” he bellowed. “Pax!”

In the rushing and roaring of the orgasm that followed, he heard Valerie’s sharp intake of breath, just as he felt his teela begin to burst from his tip. He thrust into her with hard, sharp little jabs, trying to get deeper. He needed to be deeper.

When he could move no more, as the pleasure made his back bow and his arms shake above her, he seated himself inside her and held. Hot lashes of his come bathed her inner walls.

She would finally feel his teela, something he’d only ever dreamed of giving her. Wicked fantasies that, at one time, he thought might never come true.

The gasp that escaped her signaled the beginnings of it working inside her tight sheath. Her back arched from the bed, making her nipples jut up, and Dravka growled, unable to resist leaning down to suckle one between his lips, tasting her skin and heat.

Her hips bucked, her nostrils flaring, as her mouth parted in a silent cry.

Valerie’s hands were clumsy over him, trying to hold onto him, to anchor herself as she went higher and higher. He felt her nails dig into his flesh and the possessive male in him was pleased that he would wear her little marks for a short while.

And the Keriv’i in him?

The Keriv’i in him wanted to mark her in return. He wanted to bathe her cunt in his teela. He wanted to mark her flesh, her breasts, her belly with it. He wanted it to coat her skin. He wanted to cover her with his essence, so other males wouldn’t dare approach, so that other males would know she was his and hisalone.

He felt his still-hard cock already stirring inside her at the thought. A shuddering gasp escaped Valerie when she felt it, her eyes widening even further as a dark smirk crossed his face.

“D-Dravka?” she asked, her voice raspy and husky after her moans and cries. “Again?”

When he began to thrust into her, rolling his hips slowly, her expression was one of stunned disbelief.

“This is what it will be,” he rasped into her ear, nibbling at the sensitive shell of it, “to be a Keriv’i’s mate, Val.”

Not one to shy away from a challenge, Valerie met his gaze. Still in the throes of her teela-induced orgasm—which wouldn’t stop until he cleaned most of it from her body—she looked beautiful. So vauking beautiful.

“Give me everything you have,” she challenged, her voice breathless.

His dark chuckle filled the air between them. She wanted to see everything a Keriv’i male had?

“You might regret those words by the end of the night, mellkia,” he warned her.

Then he rose to his knees between her thighs, capturing her ankles and widening her legs, pressing a kiss there.

“Ready?” he rasped.

Her cheeks were flushed pink. A similar flush colored her full, heavy breasts. Her eyes almost looked like mirrors, as glazed as they were from her pleasure.

“Always,” she replied.