Captive of the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar, #1)

by Zoey Draven

“Relax, kalles,” he murmured. When I chanced a look at him, I saw his eyes were on me, heavy lidded. “I will not fuck you this night.”

“I will claim you in the old way, in the old Dakkari tradition,” he told me, which only confused me even more. “You will not be my whore, kalles. You will be my queen.”

“Arokan,” he rasped softly, sending goose bumps over my arms. “My given name is Arokan of Rath Kitala. Now, sleep, kalles.”

This might just be my breaking point. Out of everything, a short skirt and painted nipples had broken me.

Arokan ran one massive palm up my bare leg, spreading it, sinking our naked bodies more closely together until I felt something I’d never felt before: a body pressed against mine, so tightly that it felt like my own.

His expression was a little wild, a little untamed. Saying his given name had unleashed something within him, something he kept tightly reined in, hidden from his horde.

“I do not want easy,” he murmured. “Nothing worthwhile is ever easy.” My breath hitched and I looked up at him. “You’re being…sweet,” I said. “Stop—I don’t like it.” Arokan barked out a stunning laugh, which shocked me enough that my jaw fell open. “Why?” he rasped when he stopped. “Because it reminds you that you do not hate me like you say?”

“Arokan,” I breathed, frozen, my heart thumping so loudly in my chest. “You think they belong to others? They do not. They belong to you and only you, Luna. From the moment I saw you in your village, they have belonged to you.”