“You believe you will be my whore, kalles?” he finally asked. Confusion made my brows furrow and I licked my lips as I said, “Isn’t that what you meant?” The horde king grinned, though it was small and dark. Still, it made my breath hitch. “Nik, you will not be my whore,” he rasped, his voice deepening. I gasped, my body going tight when he brushed his fingertips over my pebbled nipple before thumbing it back and forth in a way that made my hands shake, the sensation foreign and new. “Nik, you will be my kassikari. You will be my Morakkari.” My head went foggy as he continued his caress over
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