Chapter Thirteen
Helena, Joanna, and Zandek are nowhere to be seen as I leave with Tavarr. Even the servants have made themselves scarce. Maybe they decided to escape the house to give us privacy, in case Tavarr claimed me upstairs in the room I’ve called mine these past few weeks.
I’m surprised to see the door of Vonn’s home has been painted a deep red, and there are other changes inside too. New curtains. Furniture has been rearranged. Artwork has been added to the walls. Even the lighting fixtures are different, smooth glowing orbs on the walls in place of the original sconces.
It looks nothing like before, and I stare at Tavarr in question as we stand in the middle of the sitting room—a room I’d never actually entered before. The only two rooms I’m intimately familiar with are the master bedroom and the kitchen, but Tavarr likely doesn’t know that. While I hadn’t spent any time outside the bedroom or kitchen, I had glimpsed the rest of Vonn’s house as he dragged me upstairs that first day. It had been clean but cluttered, but now it is much more open and stylish, the interior similar to that of Zandek’s house.
“Did you do all this yourself?”
He guides me through the sitting room and we soon reach the bottom of the stairs. Finally, he pauses and turns to settle his gaze on mine. “I hired a company to do it quickly, while I was away in our prime city. Since I must remain in Cempha to honor my commitment to help Prince Kenan train his warriors, I thought it best to remodel this house as much as possible. I worried the familiarity of the place might upset you, given that your previous time here was spent in great fear and misery.” He brushes my hair behind my ears and anguish darkens his stare. “I spoke with the doctor who treated you. I know exactly what Vonn did to you and I am truly sorry for it. If he wasn’t already dead, I would kill him myself.” He pauses for a moment. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?”
I give him a small, shy smile. I’m absolutely touched by this gesture. I haven’t even thought about how it would feel to enter Vonn’s house again, but Tavarr has, and he has gone above and beyond to ensure my comfort. “Everything looks great. Th-thank you. It doesn’t even look like the same house.”
As we stand at the bottom of the stairs, peering into each other’s eyes, a huge weight falls from my shoulders. Suddenly, I can breathe easier, and the lingering worries I’ve held over Tavarr’s true intentions evaporate on the breeze that’s flowing through the open windows.
He runs his hands over my bare shoulders and down my arms, eliciting a shiver followed by goosebumps. His eyes flame with hunger and anticipation. My chest rises and falls in rapid succession, my pulse quickening in the wake of my burgeoning need. I’m slick between my thighs, wetter than I’ve ever been for a man.
“I’m going to carry you upstairs, sweet human, and make you mine. Mine,” he says with absolute authority. “I’m going to make you see stars and scream my name while I’m pounding into you, and just when you think you can’t take any more, I am going to spill my seed deep in your little pussy.”
His words leave me both speechless and breathless. I start to climb the stairs, only for him to sweep me up in his arms. He presses his face into my hair and neck, then emits a rumbling growl that sets my pulse racing and my insides quivering with need.
He climbs the steps, three at a time, and enters the master bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it’s been redecorated. New artwork, new light fixtures, and the walls have been painted light yellow, and the moldings a vivid white. A swirling intricate design in blue and green has been painted on the ceiling around the circular skylight that rests directly over the bed.
The bed is a bit larger, and there’s a still a cage at the end of it, though its bars are a gleaming silver and it’s filled with pillows and blankets. I’m too caught up in the moment, knowing he’s about to claim me, to wonder if he’ll make me sleep there later.
He sets me on the bed and immediately crawls atop me, straddling my hips as his hardness digs into my center. Through the layers of his pants and my dress, I swear I can feel the heat of his massive erection pulsating hotter and hotter, aching to be released from the confines of his clothing. He gyrates against me and captures my wrists above my head, pinning me in place. With his free hand, he roams my body, caressing and groping and squeezing hard.
Satisfaction and hunger gleam in his dark, sexy eyes. The urge to please him overwhelms me, leaving me surprised. I hardly know him, but this feels right, as if our joining is meant to be.
He kisses me hard, growling into my mouth as his tongue sweeps over mine with a fierce possessiveness that rocks me to my very core. He’s not putting all his weight on me, for which I’m thankful, and I’m able to part my thighs slightly and grind up against him. I struggle in his grip, trying to free my hands, but only because I wish to run my fingers through his long locks.
He tightens his grip on my wrists and pulls back from the kiss. The scolding look he gives me makes my desire unfurl into a thousand simultaneous quakes of pleasure, my entire body thrumming at his nearness.
“Don’t be naughty, sweet human.”
He maintains his hold on my wrists and dips his head to my breasts, suckling my nipples through the sheer layers of my gown.
The eroticism of the moment sweeps over me. His teeth clamp on my nipple and he gives a gentle tug that radiates through my body and travels deep to my feminine core. I become lost in sensation, and all the trappings of my past—the protective walls I’ve tried to erect and my memories of Vonn and Henry—vanish under Tavarr’s rough kisses and caresses. He works his way down to my stomach, his lips searing my flesh through the fabric of my gown.
I wish he’d undressed me already, so I could feel his lips on my bare skin, and I squirm underneath him in an effort to force my skirts above my knees. He gives me another bold stare and arches an eyebrow at me.
“Are you being naughty again, Katrina?”
My face heats and I shake my head. “No-no, I am being most agreeable, I assure you.” A bit of playful sass infuses my tone, and I give him a faux innocent look and squirm again, enjoying the banter between us.
He lifts both eyebrows this time and my pussy clenches so hard I almost come on the spot. I don’t understand why his stern looks make me so fucking wet, especially after all I’ve been through. Maybe it’s because I instinctively trust him and can finally be myself with a man, without fear of getting kicked or insulted.
I feel free and wanton, despite the fact that I very much don’t have a choice right now.
Tavarr has decided to claim me now, and he’s about to take what’s his by right of an archaic Kleaxian law that accompanies an intense biological force to mate.
In a flash of movement, he shifts off my center and pushes my skirts up, lifting my legs in the air and baring my ass and pussy to his gaze. He releases my wrists and grabs my ankles, then cups my naked bottom, caressing it first. I hold my breath, my backside tingling as I wonder if he’s actually about to spank me. Not a punishment spanking, but a sexy one.
“You’re mine, sweet human,” he says. “All mine.” Then he swats my right cheek, just hard enough to sting, and soon gives the same treatment to my left cheek. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to or I’ll turn this little bottom bright red.” He raises his hand in warning, giving me another deliciously stern look.
“You!” I gasp. “I belong to you, Tavarr.”
His hand lands, but not on my bottom. The tips of his long fingers sting faintly on my soaking pussy lips. The wet slap resounds in the room, making me blush profusely. A second later, he’s parting my folds and exploring the immense moisture hidden within.
“You’re very, very wet, human.” He slips two—or possibly three—fingers into my core and starts pumping slow but deep. Stars dance in my vision.
I move against his hand, yearning for him to swirl over my throbbing clit. I’m so near to oblivion, that I could probably come the instant he rubs once or twice over my sensitive nubbin.
“Do you want my cock here, Katrina, pounding deep into your tight little pussy?”
I release a desperate moan. That’s exactly what I want, but I’m not sure I can voice my needs aloud. I’ve never been good at dirty talk or asking for anything in bed.
Tavarr slaps my bottom and his gaze bores into mine. He keeps pumping his fingers into me as he holds my eyes captive in his dominant gaze, his dark purple depths gleaming with savage hunger. “I suggest you answer my question, sweet human.” He pumps faster, and the sound of the wet thrusts of his digits entering my core make me shamefully aware of the heightened level of my arousal.
“I…” Oh God. I can’t really say it. I can’t actually ask him to pound his cock into me. My face has never felt so hot and I glance away from his penetrating stare, unsure of why I’m suddenly so bashful. He obviously wants me as much as I want him and I shouldn’t be inhibited, but I’ve never taken any amount of lead in the bedroom, never once uttered my desires aloud, and my voice becomes stuck in my throat.
A dark smile turns his lips up. “Am I pumping my fingers into the wrong hole, Katrina?” He pauses mid-thrust. “Would you prefer I fuck you in the ass?”
Though I don’t think he’s seriously threatening to fuck me in the ass, the prospect is enough to finally force my reply.
“Please, um, please put your cock here,” I say, almost a whisper. “Please put your cock in my pussy and, um, pump deep.” The last two words are spoken so low I barely hear them, but luckily Tavarr seems pleased by my response.
He pulls his digits from my wet, aching center and places them at my lips. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He makes a tsking noise. “Clean my hand off, sweet human, and do a good job or you’ll be one very sorry little female.”
Without thought, I part my lips and lick my essence off his fingers, tasting the sweet tang of my own arousal. His eyes flash hot with lust and he inhales quickly as he watches me obey. Though he’s ordered me around a bit in bed so far, his manner is a mixture of loving, playful, and delicious dominance, and I’m not frightened in the least.
I want this. I want him.
The moment I finish cleaning off his fingers, he rips my dress off me, tossing the shredded remnants to the floor. Before I have time to catch my breath, he’s already naked, his boots, shirt, and pants thrown behind him to join with the pieces of my orange gown.
Naked, he’s as glorious a specimen of manhood as I’d imagined. His muscles gleam in the sunlight that enters through the open windows. Like all the Kleaxians I’ve seen, he doesn’t possess any body hair anywhere but his head. His thighs are thick as tree trunks, and as he comes to straddle me again, my gaze locks with his huge, erect cock. I gulp and wonder if it will fit, and I take deep breaths to calm my sudden nerves.
“Put your hands above your head, Katrina.”
I obey, and he then settles the dark red tip of his engorged length at the opening of my quivering pussy. Sweat trickles into my eyes and I blink against the burn, trying to focus on every moment of Tavarr’s claiming. He grips my hips and meets my gaze.
“Will you be a good girl and take every inch of my cock into your little human pussy?”
Oh my God. Does he have any idea how his crass words affect me? My nipples harden further and a new wave of heat rushes my center, making me moan and arch my hips to push my wetness against his cock. “Yes, Tavarr.” I flush once more. “I will at least try.”
He surges deep into my entrance, thrusting to the hilt in one harsh drive.