27. Chapter 27

His voice was so deep and hoarse. His breath caressed the sensitive skin behind my ear, making my body react instantly. The tip of his tongue gently touched my ear, creating a wave of desire that rushed through me with an unexpected intensity.

My pussy seemed to flood as a low pulse took root on my clit. I remembered his enormous cock, wait… his vibrating , ridged , enormous cock, all too well.

"You are the most beautiful gallis I have ever laid eyes on," he continued, increasing my heartbeat. "So soft." He trailed kisses down my neck before he lifted me up into his arms.

"I want to run my hands, my tongue, all over you."

I was glad he had picked me up because my legs would have given in. And not from the aftereffects of the venom running through me. Being carried all day had brought back enough of my strength for a tumble in the furs. No man had ever made me feel this weak before. No man would have ever stood a chance if he had made me feel this way—I would have run. But with Dzur-Khan, I not only did not mind it, but I also relished it. I liked the feeling of being protected and safe, as well as not having to take the initiative. I even liked feeling weak.

"Are you ready for me to take you?" he asked with a slight hint of worry in his voice.

"I'm good," I answered huskily. The emotions he stirred in me were a tornado of sensations. My throat closed up, my heart pounded erratically, my pussy was slick with my own juices, and my nipples pebbled. His voice aroused me more than anything ever had before.

It felt wrong being this aroused after what he had just divulged, so much death, but maybe that's why both of us felt the need to prove that we at least we're still alive.

I shut my mind off and let my body take over while he carried me into the tent to place me on top of the furs that had become so familiar to me. The furs were soft, so incredibly soft, as they caressed my exposed skin; every nerve ending was hypersensitive, and every touch or brush sent goosebumps along my flesh.

"Amber," he rasped.

He stared at my exposed tits and groaned, "So beautiful."

I closed my eyes and held my breath as his hands moved forward to knead and weigh my breasts. The sensation of his fingers brushing over my nipples sent another flood of liquid down to my pussy, drenching me.

I lifted my arms and crossed them over his thick neck; pulling his head forward, I leaned up to kiss his lips. His kiss wasn't gentle; it was conquering and devouring like the man he was, and I loved every second of it. His hands grew more greedy and possessive, too. I leaned into them, moaning at the sensation of him kneading my tits within an inch of my life.

He plucked at one nipple, and a small cry of undiluted pleasure escaped me, but that sensation was nothing compared to when he lightly pinched it, making me shake from the waves of electrifying bliss coursing through me. All the while, his tongue dominated mine, pursuing it relentlessly as I teased him with mine.

With an impatient growl, he broke our kiss, only to attack the nipple his fingers had so ruthlessly tortured. My hands dug into his hair, pulling and massaging his scalp, digging into his skull as I leaned back, oblivious to anything but the way his lips sucked on my breast, his teeth slightly nipping into it. Not painful, just right on the edge, leaving me panting with desire.

His free hand mercilessly kneaded my other tit, held it as if he couldn't get enough of touching me. My pussy ached for his cock while the pulse in my clit became nearly excruciating with the need to have some attention paid to it .

I wanted, I needed, his mouth there , but at the same time, I didn't want him to stop with his excruciatingly blissful torture of my tits. I was on the cusp of nearly coming just from it. Could a woman come from just that? I was close. So fucking close.

His hand that had been kneading my tit let go and ran down my back to cup my ass so suddenly, so hard, I cried out and bucked. I never had allowed a man to spank me, but as his hand squeezed my ass, I saw the allure as I was turning into a panting mess .

Suddenly, he was between my legs. I had no idea where my pants went or how they came off, or when he had let go of my tit, but his fingers splayed my lips apart, exposing me fully to him, and it was so fucking hot it nearly drove me wild.

It was just a lick. Just one small lick that brought me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rocked my shuddering body, but he didn't stop. While I was riding the crests of my orgasm, his wonderful lips closed around my clit, and his tongue danced around the little nub, moving it this way and that. I thought I was on fire.

Fingers entered me, prolonging the mother of all orgasms, making me scream like an overboiling kettle. I writhed against his face, and his hands grabbed my hips so hard I was sure I would bruise, but the pain was oh so ecstatic, mixed with the heat running through me. It was nearly unbearable. I thought I would die, but then he fingerfucked me so hard, so mercilessly, I nearly cried.

Only when I was left a panting, boneless mess on the furs did he rise, spreading my legs wide. My eyes moved to his enormous cock, and anticipation flooded me.

He didn't hold back.

I was still singing from the double orgasm he had wrought from me, but when his cock entered me, I mewled at the sensation of his girth spreading my walls, the friction of his ridges, and the gentle vibration of it. I sucked in a breath and held still, absorbing every inch of his cock entering me, every oh-so-pleasurable inch.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned on top of me, pausing and relishing the sensation of being fully sheathed deep inside me. My pussy hummed, actually hummed in chorus with his vibrations. My eyes rolled back when I lifted my hips against his, and his shaft slipped in just another hairbreadth deeper. He pulled out so slowly, rubbing against me so deliciously that I wanted to cry.

As I watched his hard face, I noticed a drop of sweat make its way down the hard line of his jaw. I noticed how tense his jaw was, as if it was taking all his concentration not to come as he thrust back into me.

"Gods, so fucking good," he moaned. "Your cunt is heaven."

Another low mewl escaped me. My hands moved up on both of his biceps, and I clung to them while his movements gained in speed. In and out. In and out. My hips answered in kind.

"Open your eyes," he demanded, "I want to see them when you come."

I did, biting onto my bottom lip as sweat ran down my body. Our movements grew more frantic.

"Come for me, Amber," he ordered in a tortured voice.

My neck arched back, and suddenly, his mouth was by my throat; his teeth nipped at my skin and sucked. That was my undoing. With another unearthly scream, I came, thinking I was exploding.

"MINE!" he roared on top of me, grinding his loins against me, pushing his cock just another fraction of an inch deeper until I felt his hot seed bursting into me and my walls pulsing around his cock.

"Oh fuck, Dzur-Khan!" I screamed one more time, lifting my hips to press against his as he pushed deeper into me, making me feel just for one short moment as if we were fused together, as if we were one. And I didn't want that feeling to stop. Ever.

He nearly collapsed on top of me, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingled, and it felt perfect. I had never felt this close to anyone. I noticed how his biceps shook as he leaned on his elbows by my side to keep his weight off me, and I was sure it wasn't simply from the exertion of us fucking. This, more than anything, told me that he, too, was affected by what was happening between us.

"You will make such a perfect khadahrshi," he said when he got his breath under control again.

"Khadahrshi?" I repeated in a daze.

My stomach fluttered at the thought he wanted me to be his khadahrshi. Neither terrified nor opposed to such a bond between us. I had always been a person who lived more for the now instead of making elaborate plans for the future. Joining the Navy had been done on the spur of the moment, just as transferring to Navy Intelligence had been. Then, I killed that career altogether and became a mafia mistress and then a poker shark. One could say getting here had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, even though I didn't see how I had been given a choice. I had to hunt down Dawn's killer. But I was here now, and I liked it, and I liked Dzur-Khan, okay, maybe more than liked him, and I could see myself having a future with this man here on Vandruk—something I had never even considered before.

"Khadahrshi," he nodded.

"What does that mean? "

"That you will be my mate and rule Svengrod with me," he explained.

"Svengrod?" My voice faltered just a little.

"My lands," he said. Lands… with an S .

"Uhm, so how exactly is Vandruk ruled?"

With a grunt, he pulled out of me and then turned so I lay sprawled on his chest.

"At the moment, we have forty khadahrs, and each one rules their lands separately, but we have what we call the Gathering of Khadahrs for important decisions that affect all of us."

"So you're like a king?" I asked, not exactly meekly, but my voice did quaver at the word. I had been responsible for hundreds of soldiers before, but this sounded like a little bit more. A rush moved through me when I realized that not only was I up for this new challenge, but I had already looked forward to it. Wasn't that what I had mused over? Hoped for?