Kraving Khiva by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Five

Eve ordered a driverless car on her Nu device, which picked them up close to the Lake District and dropped them off in front of her townhome.

Given the time of night, the Garden District was quiet and empty, but Eve knew that the neighbors could be nosy. Khiva made sure his hood was in place before they exited and they quickly strode to her front door. She wondered if there would be a time when they wouldn’t have to sneak around in this manner, but knew it was unlikely.

Eve pulled him inside once she closed the doors, the familiar scent of her townhome hitting her nostrils. It was a comforting smell, the smell of old books and Old Earth restored leathers, but she wondered what Khiva thought of it. Genni had always complained that it smelled strange.

She let him take in his surroundings in the foyer and she went to all the windows and activated the shielders so that no nosy neighbors or anyone walking past would be able to see them inside. They could still see outside, however, one of the few modern amenities her father had installed in their townhome.

When Eve returned to him, she found him in the sitting room, one of the front rooms of the house, whose bay window faced the street. He’d taken off his hood, so Eve could see the way his eyes flickered over the furnishings. Eve got the sense he was acutely observing every little detail, absorbing everything.

“Let me take your overcoat,” she told him softly, going to him. For some reason, she was nervous about what he thought of her home, a place she’d spent the majority of her life. Her home was a reflection of her, or at least, who she’d been.

Silently, Khiva shrugged it off and handed it to her. She went back to the hidden closet in the hallway, opened it with a swipe of her hand over the scanner, and deposited his overcoat inside.

When she returned to him, he was looking at the shelves of books lining the wall next to the fireplace. Eve approached him and placed her hands on his strong back, feeling the way his muscles shifted there at her touch, before sliding them around his front, embracing him from behind.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she admitted softly.

He cupped her hands in his own and then turned, so that he could look down at her. In the warm light of the room, his skin looked more gray than blue, like the first time she’d seen him. His eyes appeared more golden.

“I’m happy you’re here,” she said next.

“Even if it is only for a short while?” he asked carefully, studying her.

Eve’s lips press together briefly. “I’ll take whatever time we have together.”

Khiva’s eyes closed, his jaw tightening the barest amount. When he opened his eyes, he murmured down to her, “I wish I could give you more. More than this.”

Eve’s heart fluttered with both happiness and despair. “I told you I would help you.”

Khiva shook his head, dismissing her words immediately. Eve sighed, but she wouldn’t give up. She would do anything she could to make him accept. She could easily pay for his passage off Everton, could help him pay for his application renewals to continue searching for his mother and brother.

His pride was stopping him.

Eve thought it was ridiculous, but in a way, she understood. He’d been a Krave for so long and had been paid so little for it. Perhaps his pride was something he needed to hold onto to, to not feel completely…used.

It made her want to cry. It made her want to scream. It made her want to put Madame Allegria on the Quentin colony for the rest of her natural life.

At that moment, she didn’t press him, however. Later, when they were lying in bed, she might bring it up again. Or perhaps tomorrow morning, or during her visit to him that week.

Eve sighed and then asked, “Are you hungry?”

A dark trill rose in his throat. “For what?”

Despite her thoughts, Eve couldn’t help but give him a smile, at the teasing tone she heard. She realized that during her visit, when she’d lost her virginity to him, he’d asked her that same thing. And she’d responded with those same words.

“For food,” she said, trying to keep her tone stern.

He huffed.

“Veki,” he rasped, his arms suddenly plucking her from the ground and she gasped, automatically wrapping her legs around his waist to secure herself. “Not for food. Where are your sleeping quarters? Or would you prefer to be mated here?”

“Khiva,” she said, unable to help a flush and a grin appearing on her face. Then he leaned forward, his arms flexing, those muscles bunching with his obvious strength, and took her lips in a slow, but fierce kiss. When he pulled back, she was dizzy, her arousal ramping up again. “U-upstairs.”

Khiva made a sound. An amused sound, but before she could say anything about it, he carried her out from the sitting room, up the stairs in the middle of the foyer, and when she pointed to her door, he brought them into her bedroom.

“Vauk,” he cursed. “I can smell you everywhere. Your scent drives me mad.”

As if to prove a point, he set her down on the ground and immediately started ridding her of her clothes, his movement jerky and hasty, a steady growl in his throat. As she stood there, dumbstruck, he pushed off her coat, tugged her dress over her head, rid her of her shoes, her stockings, and her undergarments, until she stood completely naked in front of him.

And then, he tossed her onto the bed. He got down on his knees on the ground, pulled her hips to the edge, gripped her ankles and pulled her thighs wide.

Then he buried his face into her sex.

Her scream would’ve woken the neighbors, had the walls not been so thick. Khiva groaned, his eyes rapt on her as he looked up at her from between her thighs. With expert precision, he tongued her clit, lapping with a steady, yet unpredictable rhythm that made her body erupt with tingles.

“Khiva,” she moaned. “Oh yes.”

“Demav, I’ve dreamed about your taste, leeldra,” he growled before lightly suckling on the aching bud. “Every time I slept, I saw you.”

Her heart fluttered and she said, panting, “I’ve dreamed of you too, Khiva.”

Khiva trilled but took his sweet time. His fingers stroked over her ankles and he kissed her inner thighs, nibbling on the sensitive flesh there on occasion. Keeping her right on edge as he teased her clit.

She wanted to cum…desperately.

But she wanted something else even more.

“Stop,” she moaned out. “Khiva, wait.”

He stopped, poised above her sex, looking at her questioningly.

When he released her ankles from his grip, she pushed up from the bed on shaking legs as he stood. Immediately, her hands tugged off his shirt before she stripped him of his loose, thin pants that had done nothing to hide the large, throbbing erection beneath.

It sprung forward, so hard that it bobbed against his abdomen, clear pre-cum wetting the tip.

Eve’s mouth actually watered at the sight of it. And in her fantasies about Khiva, of which there were many, she pleasured him. She’d always regretted not exploring him on the night they’d had sex all those weeks ago.

She needed to start making up for lost time.

“Leeldra,” he murmured. “What do you…”

His words trailed off when she knelt in front of him. He made a choked sound in the back of his throat when he seemed to realize what her intention was.

“Leeldra, you—”

His words ended with a muted bellow as she grasped the base of his thick cock and slowly suckled on the head. His rough breaths met her ears, but she focused on wrapping her lips around him and taking him in as far as she could. It wasn’t far, however. He was much too big.

Instead, she happily focused on the very tip. She’d read that human men were most sensitive there, so perhaps Keriv’i males were too. The way he growled and groaned certainly told her that he liked what she was doing to him, which did wonders for her confidence.

Eve felt his hands come to grip her hair gently.

“Look at me,” he ordered and she almost moaned around his cock, loving the directness in his voice.

Immediately, her eyes flashed up to his though her mouth was full of his cock. The reaction in him was evident. His eyes flared, his jaw tightened, his abdomen clenched. Everything about him seemed bigger from this angle and she was reminded of the first time she’d seen him. She remembered thinking that with his strength and size, he’d be able to do whatever he pleased to her.

Eve did moan that time, squeezing her legs together at the thought. She liked him dominant. She liked when he directed her to please him. He was an unselfish lover…but she liked when he got at least a little selfish.

Nothing was more erotic to her than watching him seek his pleasure. Nothing was more erotic than getting him there.

She’d never sucked a male’s cock before, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. Khiva certainly seemed pleased with her, judging by his steady purrs and the way his hands moved through her hair.

Pulling her mouth away to catch her breath, she ran her fist up the length of his cock, feeling how wet it was from a combination of his pre-cum and her saliva.

She leaned forward to lick the slit of the head, tasting his pre-cum and feeling it warm her stomach, feeling it combine with her arousal, just as it had the first time he’d showed her what it could do.

Eve had another wicked thought.

Exploring, she ran her fist upwards again, but stopped just underneath his head, squeezing tightly. His hips bucked, a strangled sound bursting from his throat.

In a voice she hardly recognized, she asked, “What would happen if I swallowed your cum, Khiva?”

“Female,” he rasped, his eyes dark and wild.

“Would it be like when you cum inside me?” she asked softly, her voice throaty and husky.

The tendons in his neck stretched when his head fell back, his eyes closing, his features contorted in pleasure as Eve leaned forward again to suckle him, before running her tongue up the sides. It surprised her how hot his cock was, the feeling of that heat in her mouth.

“Khiva,” she said softly, reminding him to answer.

“Not quite,” he answered her finally, his voice dark and deep. With a hand on her head, he stilled her movements, making her simply look up at him as he said, “It would not trigger your orgasm, but you would be in a constant state of arousal, always on the edge of orgasm and not quite reaching it.”

Eve’s lips parted, her eyes going half-lidded.

Khiva cursed in Keriv’i and he purred, “You like that idea. Vauk, leeldra, how you please me.”

“I was thinking what it would be like to be in that state,” she said quietly, “but also after you cum inside me too.”

Khiva stilled. She heard him swallow. “Both?”

As if in answer, she resumed her attentions to the head of his cock, never breaking eye contact. His abdomen clenched and Eve actually felt his legs shake briefly.

“It will be a long night for you,” he warned, the words torn from his throat.

“We have all night. All morning,” she murmured against his tip. “Khiva.”

A question. His legs widened slightly, as if preparing, and a thrill went through her.

“Pax, Evelyn,” he rasped. “I can give you both. I will.”

Eager, Eve resumed with even more enthusiasm than before as Khiva’s grip in her hair tightened.

“Vauk, you’re going to make me cum so hard, leeldra,” he rasped.

Eve almost whimpered at that, squeezing her thighs together again. At this point, there was possibly a pool of her arousal underneath her, but who wouldn’t be sexually aroused by this male?

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his head hard and his spine arched in response, a gasp breaking into the room. Another thought came to her and she reached underneath the base of his cock with her free hand. She watched him as she gently pressed against the singular, fleshy mound she’d spotted when she’d oiled his body, wondering how he would respond.

A shocked roar tore from his chest and Eve felt his cockpulse and jerk inside her mouth. A moment later, she made a sound of surprise as warm jets of his cum shot from his tip, but she immediately swallowed whatever he gave her.

At least until she couldn’t keep up and had to pull away. She swallowed what he called his teela, licking her lips, catching her breath. But arcs of cum continued to spurt from his cock, landing on her neck, her chest.

Khiva had to reach out a hand to steady himself on her bed once his orgasm died down and he pulled in raspy, ragged breaths. Evelyn smiled to herself, thinking she’d done a good job, especially considering it was her first exploration into oral sex. She’d never seen his knees shake at least.

He caught her smile and he made a sound she’d never heard before, a cross between a growl and a purr, but something deeper and darker.

Her breath hitched in response to that sound, just as warmth began to grow in her belly. Eve gasped, feeling that warmth radiate across her skin, to the tips of her nipples, her clit, her toes, even to her fingers. It was like when he’d rubbed his pre-cum into her skin, but more acute, sharper.

That warmth only grew. Soon, a moan escaped her, feeling her clit flutter, her inner walls clench. The lashes of cum across her neck and chest felt like brands as they too began to absorb into her skin.

Through this new haze, she saw that Khiva’s cock was still impossibly hard.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her brows furrowing together, her nipples tingling. Because Khiva had been right. Already, she felt like she was on the edge of orgasm.

When she reached down between her legs, she realized she was soaked. She only managed a brief brush over her clit before Khiva growled and dove for her, maneuvering her onto her hands and knees on the floor before kneeling behind her.

He’d never taken her like this before, but Eve thought the position was…thrilling. Erotically primal and animalistic.

Khiva didn’t say a word. Only tilted her hips up for a better angle, gripping the flesh of her backside with a possessiveness that made her moan.

Then he slid inside with one steady, powerful thrust, with that magnificent cock that made her see stars.

He only managed a few thorough pumps of his hips until she was cumming, the teela in her belly making her orgasm come unbelievably easily. Or perhaps she’d just been too worked up, too aroused from sucking on his cock.

Khiva made that strange sound again and hunched over her, rasping in her ear as he steadily fucked her from behind, “Pax, cum for me, leeldra. Cum all over my cock. I will soon join you. I have no control with you.”

On a particularly deep thrust, he hit her cervix and she moaned, the dull pain only heightening her pleasure. So, so deep. So, so full.

Her head lolled, her spine arched as her orgasm continued.

And he continued to talk to her as he fucked her. Words that made her want things they couldn’t have.

“In another life,” he rasped, “I would fill you up with my teela, with my seed. I would give you young and they would grow in your womb, leeldra, safe and protected. Vauk, I would give us so many young. I would not be able to stop.”

Her walls fluttered around him, already on the verge of another orgasm.

“Khiva,” she whispered, her voice nothing but a sigh.

Eve could imagine it so easily in her mind, pregnant with his child, safe and happy, away from Everton where they would be free.

Yet, he wouldn’t accept her help.

“It could be this life, Khiva,” she whispered, just as her orgasm crested again and she squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears leaking from the corners and falling onto her bedroom floor. “We could have that.”

He growled at her words, his hips quickening their speed. Soon, his rhythm grew choppy, his flesh slapping against her backside as he fucked her with strength and need.

His bellow to the ceiling signaled the beginning of his orgasm and a moment later, she felt his cum empty inside her sex again, for the second time that night.

And again, those endless crests of pleasure broke over her body…and they didn’t let her go.

Only that time, it was more intense from the warm cum in her belly, responding and creating even more pleasure.

This will kill me, she couldn’t help but think as her back arched, as her limbs trembled, and her teeth gritted together.

But what a way to go.