Claimed By the Horde King by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Deeper.

I needed to be deeper inside my female.

Gripping her hips, I drew out from her sex before thrusting back inside hard, until I was seated entirely in her tight cunt. Through a mindless haze, I saw her eyes widen. I knew, wedged as deeply as I could be, she felt my dakke against her swollen bud.

Her dark, half-lidded eyes went between us, saw the small swelling of my dakke that protruded just above the base of my cock. It pulsed with my arousal, with blood, with my heartbeat, with my crazed need for her.

“Seerin,” she moaned, and I knew she felt that vibrating heat against her clit. “Ahh!”

I didn’t give her time to catch her breath. I ground my cock into her, forcing her to take me even more, working my hips between her thighs.

Then I pulled back, her cries of pleasure meeting my ears, and drove in.

And then I didn’t stop.

Too long had I needed her this way. Too many nights had I woken fucking the furs, needing her even in sleep, trying to release the dizzying tension inside me.

My fucking was frenzied once I was certain the worst of her pain was over. I knew she’d been untried before this night. I knew she was unaccustomed to the demands that my body made on hers, but my thissie took me deep and she took me well.

Her blunt little claws raked over my back and the thought that she marked me in her own way only heightened my need. It was a primal, animalistic sensation, and it drove me to mark her as well.

I leaned over her, pulsing my hips in quick, fast, thorough thrusts, and bit at her neck before sucking on her sensitive flesh. I growled in satisfaction when her helpless moan reached my ears.

I would be leaving for Dothik once the sun rose. But I would leave knowing that I’d marked my female’s flesh as mine and all males who dared to look at her would see the evidence of my claim.

It only marginally satisfied this beastly urge growing in me, an urge I’d never experienced before, but it would be enough until I returned.

“Your cunt takes me so well, rei thissie,” I rumbled, my voice nothing more than a guttural rasp.

“More,” she whimpered, her brow furrowing. “Please, Seerin, I need more.”

Vok, she pleased me.

My gaze narrowed on her, on the mark on the side of her neck, and I pinned her hips, keeping her still when she’d begun to squirm.

“Ahh!” she cried out when I began to fuck her even harder, unleashing upon her the full extent of my strength. “Oh, I’m—”

I felt her inner walls flutter around my unyielding cock, hot and tight.

Then her back arched off the furs, her nipples straining and budding hard, and she began to orgasm with an intensity and violence that made her scream.

“Vok,” I grated, my breath wrenched from my lungs. “Vok!”

Disbelief shot through me as her cunt clamped down on me. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right.

A harsh snarl escaped me before I bellowed my release into her neck. My body jerked and my seed shot forward, sizzling up my shaft, emptying inside my female. Euphoria seared me, punishing wave after punishing wave.

“Lysi, kassikari,” I rasped, shuddering over her still. “Bnuru tei lilji rini, rei kalles.”

Turning my face, I caught her mouth and kissed her deep. I felt her heart thundering against my own and she whimpered when she felt my dakke pulse in time with it, matching her rhythm.

It took me a good, solid moment afterwards to realize what I’d called her. Kassikari. My mate. My destined mate.

I growled, ignoring how right that word felt, assigned to her. I didn’t have that luxury, so I pushed it from my mind. I distracted myself in another way.

Her sharp inhale reached my ears when I rocked my hips into her, grinding into her sensitive, heated flesh. I was still hard inside her, the extent of my need barely assuaged.

“A-again?” she rasped, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with her pleasure.

“Again.”

* * *

“Seerin,”Nelle whispered. “I can’t…anymore. Please.”

It was the early hours of morning. Even the drums from the frost feast had finally died down, leaving my horde wrapped in the quietness of the night. Unless, of course, they’d heard my female’s pleasured screams.

Her chest was heaving, her body sweating despite the chill. She was spent and was begging for mercy. The smallest of touches set her off, flying up to new heights. Her flesh was sensitive, sore, and tender, no doubt.

I groaned out a harsh breath, my throat raw and scratchy from my bellows. I’d been…relentless. Even I recognized that.

I didn’t trust my voice. So, after our last orgasms, the last of many we’d shared throughout the long night, I tucked her close, though I never left the tight sheath of her sex.

Her hot breath came in pants against my chest. Between us, I felt our thighs slick with my seed and her arousal. I’d pumped endless amounts into her tonight and the knowledge made that beast inside me immensely satisfied.

“Veekor, my starling,” I rumbled. “I will have you again before dawn. So rest now.”

Her eyes were closed before the last words fell from my lips. And even though she slumbered deeply, her little blunt claws still clutched tightly to my chest, as if afraid to let me go.

I’d never known such peace as I did at that moment. I felt it settle around my shoulders, loosening decades of old tension. I felt it cocoon the both of us, the rest of the universe floating away, until all I saw was her face.

I knew what this feeling was. I’d never experienced it before, but I knew what she pulled from me, from the dark depths of my mind and my heart.

Brushing my lips against the top of her head, I inhaled her scent deep, memorizing it.

Then I followed her in sleep.

* * *

Perchedon the edge of the bed, clutching the furs around her naked shoulders, she looked at me with a solemnness that tugged at my chest.

It was too soon to leave after the night we’d shared, but I no longer had a choice. The moon would be full in four days’ time. If I rode Lokkas hard, I would reach the capitol in time.

My female watched me dress in my warmest clothes, watched as I sheathed my sword and pulled on my boots. The voliki was utterly silent, save for the fire crackling in the basin.

Outside, the horde was quiet, still slumbering away after the night of celebration. Dawn had just broken and stale blue light filtered through at the entrance. Life would be slow in my horde that day and time would move even slower still, the further from my thissie I was.

“It is already difficult to leave, kalles,” I murmured softly, eyeing her. “Do not make it harder.”

She sighed and pushed up from the bed. I watched her expression pull and I knew she was sore from our matings. It was the only thing I regretted…that she was hurting from it.

“Come,” I rasped, holding my hand out for her. She came into my arms as if she belonged there, as if she’d been in them her entire life. “I will send for a hot bath once I leave, to help with the pain.”

“I’ll go to the commons,” she told me. “Don’t worry. No one will be there at this time of morning and I would hate for you to wake the warriors. Let them sleep.”

I frowned, but knew that even if I roused a few warriors to bring her hot water, she would still go to the common bathing voliki regardless.

“Very well,” I rumbled, running my fingers through her dark hair.

“Will you see your mother in Dothik?” she whispered.

My jaw clenched. “Lysi. I will see her as soon as I can.”

She nodded against my chest and then her eyes met mine. “Be safe on your way and on your return, alright?”

I was reminded of her words when I’d taken her out onto the plains. That, regardless of what happened, she was still my friend. That she would still worry for me, that she would still miss me.

Pressing my lips to hers, I kissed her deep and slow, unlike the frenzied, overwhelming way of last night. Even still, when I felt her respond, my body heated, banishing the chill and dread. Her breath hitched and I felt her eyelashes flutter against my face as her hands clutched my shoulders.

With a groan and a soft curse, I pulled away, knowing that if we continued, we would end up right back in the furs. I needed to leave. It was my duty and I could not disregard that, no matter how much I ached to.

She licked her lips and met my gaze. She’d always been so expressive, but through her desire, I saw her sadness.

“I will return to you, rei thissie,” I promised her, cupping her cheeks. I pressed one last kiss to her forehead, lingering.

Then I growled, turning away from her. I picked up my travel sack, filled with rations and furs for my journey.

Briefly, I hesitated, stilling on the threshold of my voliki, but then I pushed through the flaps with a rough exhale. I didn’t look back at her because I knew if I did, I would never leave.

The icy morning air met me, embraced me. Not a single Dakkari was in sight. I collected Lokkas from the pyroki enclosure, saddling my travel sack, and then I swung up onto his back.

“Vir drak,” I murmured down to him once we reached the protective fence of my horde.

At my command, he raced through the gates.

At the last moment, I turned, searching for my voliki on the incline of my encampment. And I saw her. Standing just outside the entrance, in nothing but her boots and the fur blanket wrapped around her shoulders, watching me leave despite the cold. Even from there, I saw her shiver—yet her eyes never left me.

Longing rose in my chest, but I forced myself to turn forward in my seat, my eyes roaming the whitened landscape of my home planet. As harsh and unforgiving as it was during the cold season, I found it beautiful.

To Lokkas, I growled, “Vir drak ji Dothik.”

We ride for Dothik.