Madness of the Horde by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Five

His eyes glowed when I said his name.

I hadn’t meant to. It had slipped out. Then a flash of anger had come over his face, that cold darkness that I had always sensed inside him.

My instinct was to use my gift to soothe him—but now that I knew he sensed it, I thought better of it. So, instead, I stroked my hand over his chest since he’d seemed to like it before.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head once, hard. As he did, he thrust deep into my body and my breath left me. It was rough, punishing. The pleasure mingled with the pain…but I didn’t like it. I wanted the Davik that had been present with me before, the one who had kissed me like he couldn’t not kiss me and whispered wicked things into my ear as his body stroked inside me. Not this angry male who was using his strength against me, not for me.

“Davik, stop,” I whispered, my teeth clenching after another thrust.

His eyes were glowing but I wouldn’t be cowed. Not about this. I held his name on my tongue and if he thought it had power then I would damn well use it.

It might’ve held power after all because he stilled inside me, his arms shaking on both sides of my head.

“You’re hurting me,” I told him, looking up at him. Maybe Dakkari females could take this roughness…but I couldn’t. My sex was still tender from when he’d first entered my body.

“Vok,” he hissed, his whole body tensed and tight.

A myriad of emotions passed over his face, his eyebrows drawn. He didn’t look at me—he squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if shamed. Then his forehead dropped down onto mine. I felt the way he trembled. I sensed the unleashed power and strength within him…but I also thought that he was trying to rein it back. For me?

He spoke something and if he hadn’t been so close, I might not have heard it. He said, “I want to be right for you, leikavi.”

My brows drew down. He felt my expression pull and he lifted his forehead away to look down at me.

Right for me?What did that mean?

Then determination stole over his expression. He pulled out of my body—gently—and I gasped when he flipped us over, changing our positions on his bed of furs.

I swallowed as he lifted me—as if I weighed nothing at all—and settled me across him so I straddled his hips.

My breath left me as I stared down at him, placing my hands on his wide, warm chest to brace myself.

“Like…like this?” I questioned, uncertain. “But…”

“I am yours to do with as you please,” he rasped, his hands gripping my hips. Then, almost to himself, he murmured, “I can be right for you.”

Confusion mixed with my intrigue. Then I sighed when he ran his cock head between my legs, coating the tip with my arousal before swirling it around my clit. Swallowing, I felt that heat flare to life in my belly once more and I bit my lip, looking between us at what he was doing. Liking the sight.

With a half-lidded gaze, I looked down at him, spread out before me. His long, thick black hair was spread on the furs beneath him. His soft lips were downturned slightly, but then parted as he groaned, deep in his throat, when he briefly slipped inside me. The column of his throat was tense and tight, strong. I followed it down to his broad chest, to the scars and tattoos adorning it, to his flat dark nipples that I found myself wanting to kiss.

He was magnificent. And he was underneath me, rocking his hips as if needing to be inside me before he forced himself to still. Sweat dotted his brow and I watched as he shook his head again. As if trying to forget something.

“Fuck me, Vienne,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. His Vorakkar command. His voice was dark and husky.

I shivered over him as one of his hands trailed to my breasts, rolling and brushing my nipples, stoking that fire that smoldered within me. He brought it roaring back to life again and I found myself wiggling over him.

My body knew what to do, had proved to me that I could trust it in matters like these. Davik hissed when I rose slightly…and then sunk down slowly onto his cock. When I felt tenderness, I pulled off, gave myself a moment, and then tried again…taking him deeper and deeper every time. I did that until I was seated fully on top of him...and he was growling and shaking beneath me.

There was a shimmering sheen of perspiration covering his chest once I was done. His eyes were a little wild but they didn’t hold that anger that had scared me before. As for me, I was rolling my hips back and forth, seeking that place that had felt so good.

I used his chest as leverage to rock on top of him and I gasped when I felt that sublime pleasure return to me, my fingernails curling into his flesh unconsciously.

It was a strange feeling…to have someone else in my body. As if I wasn’t entirely my own anymore. As if he owned a small part of me now and always would.

“Say it,” came his voice, penetrating my dazed, hazy thoughts.

I blinked down at him, trying to focus on forming words but even that seemed impossible at that particular moment.

“W-what?”

“Say it,” he commanded again. “I need to hear it.”

It hit me. I knew what he was asking for. What he wanted.

“Ahh,” I moaned when he thrust his hips up into me with only a hint of the roughness he’d wielded before…only this time it felt good. It felt right.

Licking my lips, I snapped my hips down. In my inexperience, it took me a little while to find a good rhythm but he guided me, using his hands to bring my hips down as he thrust up—until our bodies were working together in the most perfect way.

I’d never thought anything could feel this good.

“Vienne,” he growled.

I gave a soft cry when his dakke thrummed against me again. The connection was lost when I rose but I leaned forward—grinding down on him—until I found it again.

I was gasping, desperately trying to pull air into my lungs, when my eyes caught on his. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our abdomens were pressed firmly together and his dakke rubbed against me continuously.

“Davik,” I whispered.

His pupils dilated. His hips thrust up into me harder and I groaned. My breasts were bouncing between us, my nipples dragging across his chest with every thrust. My clit was tingling, his dakke firm and unyielding against it.

“Vok, you’re going to make me come!” he rasped, his expression fierce. He was losing control again. Even I saw that. He was slowly unravelling, his hips jerking up between my legs harder, his rhythm growing choppy. He was becoming stronger.

When we’d spied the Dakkari couple mating in the shadows of the mountain, what was it that he’d said?

“You see that?” he’d growled. “He’s losing control. He’s going to give her his seed. Her cunt feels too good. She’s clenching around him, squeezing harder and tighter like a vise.”

“Ohhhh, Davik,” I gasped, feeling that bundle of heat expand. My legs were beginning to tighten, my toes curling into the furs.

“Lysi! Come on my cock!” he ordered. “Let me feel you, leikavi.”

It was too much. His pace picked up between my thighs, which made his dakke thrum harder over me. All the while, he held my eyes, captured them so I couldn’t look away. My brows drew together, my whole body tingled.

And then that pleasure crested…and I began to fall with it.

My orgasm ripped through me, a harsh cry tearing from my throat. I spasmed around Davik, feeling too full with him.

Through the blood rushing in my ears, I heard his hoarse roar. I saw his eyes squeeze shut, his expression slackening, his lips parting. Then, between my legs, I felt his cock thicken further, rubbing against my sensitive, clenching inner walls. The friction was divine, acting to elongate my pleasure, stimulating it even more.

His guttural bellow rang in my ears when I felt something entirely different. Heat erupted inside me as he thrust mindlessly. He pumped his seed into my body, an endless amount. My hips jerked and I felt like I was coming again. A second smaller orgasm erupted, making me moan as the hot lashes and spurts of his seed filled me.

He gave another desperate, hoarse groan before his body slackened, before he fell back amongst the furs, his chest heaving, both of us sweaty and spent.

His cock was still throbbing and hard inside me as I collapsed forward. My cheek pressed next to his nipple and I felt the strong thud of his heartbeat, quick and sporadic before beginning to even.

The Dakkari recovered fast, I realized. I still felt out of breath and weakened.

When I dared to lift my head, I saw he was staring up at the ceiling of his domed voliki. His expression was unreadable…but it made dismay and dread churn in my belly. He looked almost anguished and yet pensive. His jaw was clenched tight, despite the fact that the rest of his body was loose and relaxed.

Then he met my gaze, his eyes flickering down towards me. He erased his expression with surprising efficiency, blinking once, twice, three times, before the backs of his claws came up to brush against my lips.

Who are you?I wondered silently, staring at him, thinking about his expression and what had caused it. Had he not liked it? But he’d seemed to.

When he spoke, it wasn’t what I expected.

“Tell me your name, leikavi,” he rasped, his voice low in the sudden hushed quiet of the voliki.

“You know my name.”

“I want it all now,” he said. So, he hadn’t forgotten my little comment. “So I can have as much power over you as you have over me.”

My breath hitched when his hips moved slightly, when his still hardened cock slid against my sensitive inner walls.

I didn’t think I had another round of that left in me. I didn’t even think I could move right then.

“Vivienne is my full name,” I told him softly, thinking it fair. Especially since I’d stolen his name from his own memory. “But Maman and my siblings have always called me Vienne.”

He looked thoughtful again.

“Vivi,” he murmured.

I stilled.

My father had never called me Vienne. He’d always called me Vivi. His Vivi. And hearing Davik call me that brought a welling of emotion, brought tears to my eyes before I blinked them away.

I didn’t want him to call me that…and yet I did. It felt good. It felt familiar. It reminded me that at one time, I’d been happy. We’d been happy, my family and I. Though we hadn’t had much, at least we’d had each other.

Then a Dakkari horde had stolen it all away. The Ghertun took what was left.