Taken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar Book 5) by Zoey Draven

Author:Zoey Draven [Draven, Zoey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

“Are you frightened?” I murmured, unable to keep my hands off the human female in front of me.

Situated on Okan, Mina was rigid in front of me. Her back was pressed to my chest. My thighs encased her own. I had one hand draped across her lap, dangerously close to the high slit of her skirt. When I brushed the backs of my fingers up and down her exposed thigh, I heard her small gasp and felt her straighten further. My other hand held Okan’s reins as I guided us through the horde.

“Of your pyroki?” she asked, reaching out a hand to spread across Okan’s neck. It surprised me. For a skittish little thing, she was awfully brave with a horde king’s beast. “Should I be?”

“He will not hurt you,” I assured her. Another brush of my fingers against her leg. Though this time, my touch was bolder. For two days and nights, I’d avoided her. Now that she was back within my grasp, I couldn’t stop touching her.

The pad of one finger brushed the curls shielding her cunt. In a flash, her hand wrapped around my wrist—well, half of it—right over my Vorakkar cuff. She squeezed.

“This will be mine soon enough,” I growled in her ear.

Her voice sounded breathless but her hand never left my wrist. “Are you trying to frighten me?”

I stilled, pondering the words and the way they made discomfort churn inside me.

“Nik, I am not, Mina.”

“I don’t understand you,” she said, her eyes forward as we both swayed together, propelled forward by Okan’s rocking gait. She no doubt saw the glow that encased the encampment. Soon, she would see the pathway that led to the feast. She would see the pathway lined with the members of the horde, waiting to pay their respects. My horde.

And now hers.

“How can you even want me? Considering everything you think I’ve done to you?” she asked. “I’m a witch, remember? The same one who bewitched you, who captured you, who tricked you. A witch no better than Benn in your eyes.”

Did she believe that? Worse yet, had I made her believe that?

“I know you are nothing like him,” I told her.

“Well thank you. Thank you so much for clearing that up.”

“You are still angry with me,” I murmured. “No matter. You can take your aggressions out on me tonight after the tassimara.”

She was bewildered by my words. “How can you even talk about that right now?”

“You’ll find, rei sarkia,” I rasped, my fingers brushing her curls once more, “that fucking lends itself very well to frustration and anger.”

Her breath hitched.

She was saved from answering when the first members of my horde became visible on the pathway, the nearer we rode towards the feast. They lined the road on both sides, awaiting our arrival. In their palms were little papery orbs of golden light.

“What…what are they holding?” she asked instead, distracted from the thread of our conversation. Her voice was soft, awed.

“Lanterns,” I told her, shifting, pressing her more fully into me as Okan treaded forward.

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