Kraving Khiva by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Four

It had been too long.

The moment she said yes, Khiva didn’t waste another moment before he was hovering over her, his hands up the long skirt of her dress to rid her of any undergarments. His cock was already hard and aching for her, so strong with arousal that he wondered if it would rip through the seams of his clothing.

Evelyn helped him with an eagerness that only fueled his need. Their hands were blurs as they moved over one another’s bodies and when Khiva was about to duck his head between her thighs, needing a taste, she squeezed his shoulder.

“N-no, I need you now,” Evelyn whispered, tugging him back up until he met her lips. Khiva groaned into the kiss, but he let out a trill of surprise when she pushed him off. And though she was about a third of his size, she maneuvered him onto his back, before throwing a leg over to keep him in place.

If Khiva was aroused before…he could hardly think a coherent thought then. It was not a sexual position he’d expected for her to initiate.

“Is…is this alright?” she asked, quietly, her cheeks flushed.

Khiva exhaled sharply. Still shy and unsure, despite how sensual she was. She didn’t see it. Khiva would make sure she knew how erotic he found her.

“Pax,” he rasped, his hands running up her stocking-clad thighs before gripping her hips underneath her dress. “Pax, leeldra.”

It was all she needed to know before her fingers were tugging down the hem of his pants and Khiva growled when he sprang free, when she immediately wrapped her soft hand around his thickened base. His hips bucked of their own accord. Just a single touch and he was on the edge. His attraction to her wreaked havoc on his control.

As if sensing his urgency, Evelyn led his cock between her thighs, pushing away the cloth of her undergarment.

“Demav,” he hissed in Keriv’i when the tip of his cock encountered her warm, tight sheath.

Evelyn’s breaths were rough and deep as she slowly worked him inside her, while Khiva tried his hardest not to move, to give her time to become accustomed to his size again. But vauk, she was tight.

When she was halfway seated on his cock, she began wiggling and rocking her hips in a way that made sharp tingles run up his spine. Without realizing it, Khiva thrust up, hard, until his thickness was fully inside her. It was her surprised cry that made him freeze.

“Leeldra,” he rasped, “I apologize, I—”

His words ended with a grunt as she slid up and immediately snapped her hips back down, taking him even deeper.

“Pax,” he hissed, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. “Nrivi!”

More.

Evelyn’s lips were parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure, as her palms spread over his chest, steadying herself as she slowly began to rock over him. Her pace was just fast enough to keep him growling, but slow enough to drive him mad, hovering on the edge of orgasm as her walls clenched around him.

Khiva looked up at her as she mated him. Even fully clothed, she never ceased to arouse him in a way no other female had before her. What struck him most was the openness around them, the cool air, the quietness of the Lake District at night, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the sound of him inside her.

Khiva pressed his fingers between her thighs, finding the hardened, aching bud of her clit, and she let out a strangled gasp, her hips jerking in an uneven rhythm for a brief moment.

“K-Khiva,” she breathed.

He gave her a responding trill in the back of his throat, beginning to take over once she began to falter. He recognized the signs of her orgasm before perhaps even she did. Her inner walls tightened the smallest amount, her abdomen clenched, and her movements became frantic over his cock.

As he continued to stimulate her clit, his other hand gripped her hips, nudging her slightly higher so he could fuck her with more leverage and power.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, huffing out quick breaths as he plunged into her cunt, over and over again, with a pace that made her breasts bounce wildly, even in her thick dress. Though he was underneath her, though she’d started their mating with the erotic control, it was now Khiva who held her captive.

Evelyn bit her already flushed bottom lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, which lolled to the side. Her palms put more pressure on his chest as she leaned more fully into him, trusting him to take her weight and see her through her orgasm.

And when she came on his cock, when he felt her inner walls spasm and flutter before her keening cry met his ears…Khiva knew ecstasy.

He only lasted until her first orgasm receded. By the time, she’d sagged into him more fully, his jaw clenched so hard with the force of his orgasm that he felt it pop.

Evelyn gasped, feeling his teela empty inside her, lash after lash of hot cum that coated her walls. Mind-numbing pleasure made his vision blacken for a moment, his spine arching, his muscles tightening.

Masculine satisfaction lengthened his orgasm, that primal part of him compelling him to mark her with his teela so any nearby males knew that she was his and his alone.

Her choked cry made him return to reality as his teela began to react in her body. Khiva growled, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her against him as his instinct demanded, as his cock continued to pulse and empty inside her. Even after his orgasm tapered off, he refused to leave her body. Among Keriv’i mates, there was no higher intimacy than remaining connected in that way after sex.

Evelyn moaned and trembled and writhed on top of him and he let out a comforting trill, smoothing his hand through her hair. A dangerous, stray thought hit him hard and for a moment, it stole his breath.

It didn’t stop him from voicing it though. In her ear, he rasped, “I want this with you. Always, leeldra.”

He wanted this freedom with her. A life with her. A family. A life that was only possible away from Everton, which was made it only a fantasy in his mind. Because to him, there was no escaping Everton.

Not unless you accept the help she offered, his mind whispered.

Khiva shut down those thoughts, wanting instead to watch his leeldra take his teela. There was nothing more sensual than watching her in this state, knowing with masculine pride that he was the cause of her pleasure, that she was at his mercy, made even more potent by the fact that he didn’t have any neutralizers for her.

He trilled in anticipation, his gut clenching again as his cock hardened fully inside her.

Eventually, it became too much for her.

“K-Khiva…uhhh,” she gasped and shuddered. “Please.”

She wiggled over him, moving her hips. She drew in a rough, whistling breath, panting as the crest of pleasure continued to peak for her, over and over.

“Please what, leeldra?” he growled, teasing.

“It’s…it’s growing,” she rasped, her voice strained. “O-oh God, it’s…please!”

He bit into her shoulder gently, through the layers of clothes, just another way he wanted to mark her as his.

“Veki, leeldra,” he purred. “You can take more.”

“K-Khiva,” she gasped, surprised that he would deny her relief.

But it was the Keriv’i in him. It was a need, an old age instinct that had long been denied. “You are not my client this night,” he told her. “You are my lover. My leeldra. You will take more.”

And she took more. Much, much more.

Khiva didn’t know how long he kept his teela inside her. But he watched every flickering expression over her face, listened to every gasp and pant and grunt, tasted her tongue when he needed to, and felt every pulse and clench deep inside her.

Half-spoken words and sounds clawed their way up her throat as her head lolled, as her fingertips clenched deeply into his shoulders, as if to keep her from floating away entirely. When she began to plead with him, to beg him with half-finished words, he knew she’d reached her limit.

With one last light kiss across her lips, a thank you, Khiva guided her off his body, laying her beside him. With infinite gentleness, he slipped two of his fingers inside her, doing his best to clean his teela out from her cunt. On Kerivu, they’d never had neutralizers. And while this old method would give her relief, some teela would still remain within her, which would keep her in a state of arousal until it naturally dissipated.

If I do not pump her with more by then, he couldn’t help but think.

After a few moments, Evelyn let out a breathy moan, almost like a sigh as her body slumped slightly.

Her breath came fast as she tried to catch it and Khiva trilled, crawling up her body, so he could kiss her. Evelyn’s eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks a bright red, as were her lips from biting them.

“Vellka,” he rasped against those lips. “Vauk, I will never get my fill of you. I only want you more than before and I did not think that was possible.”

Her hand gripped his neck and her legs opened to him so he could sink between them. He didn’t mind getting his teela on his clothing. He only needed to be closer to her.

* * *

“That was…”Eve murmured, her voice husky.

Khiva trilled, trailing his lips over her cheeks, her forehead, her temple, around the sensitive flesh of her ears.

“Pax?”

“Amazing,” she whispered. Then she gasped, a small moan escaping her lips.

Khiva nudged her head to the side so he could nibble on her neck. “The teela will take time. How do you feel?”

Her eyes met his when he pulled back to observe her. “I feel…high. I feel warm and I feel like I need you again, Khiva. Soon.”

“You will have me again, leeldra,” he purred.

The sound of echoing laughter made them both freeze. It sounded like a group of young men and Evelyn relaxed only slightly when she realized they were far away, perhaps on the other side of the lake.

Even still, she realized they couldn’t stay there all night. If teenagers didn’t stumble upon them first, she knew that Patrol were sometimes tasked to comb through the Lake District at night.

“Come home with me, Khiva,” she whispered to him. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him. She was never ready to say goodbye to him and every time she had to was harder and harder.

“Leeldra…” he murmured.

“Please. We’ll have privacy there.”

Softly, he stroked her reddened lips. “If I go with you, I might never want to leave you again,” he confessed.

Evelyn’s lips parted, those words filling her with a sense of hope and determination, though Khiva seemed to feel the opposite.

“And I must leave eventually,” he finished. “We both know that.”

“Not until tomorrow night,” she said softly, that knowledge stinging her, knowing that he would leave her to go to a nameless, faceless client. “Stay with me until then. Please, Khiva.”

He exhaled a sharp breath, closing his eyes.

“Please,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling the roughness of his skin.

Those beautiful eyes found her when she pulled away, those swirling greens and blues and golds stealing her breath for a moment. It was like he saw everything about her with that gaze.

“Pax, leeldra,” he rasped and bright relief burst in her chest. “I cannot deny you anything.”