Kraving Khiva (A SciFi Alien Romance) (The Krave of Everton Book 1)

by Zoey Draven

  She wanted to cum…desperately.

  But she wanted something else even more.

  “Stop,” she moaned out. “Khiva, wait.”

  He stopped, poised above her sex, looking at her questioningly.

  When he released her ankles from his grip, she pushed up from the bed on shaking legs as he stood. Immediately, her hands tugged off his shirt before she stripped him of his loose, thin pants that had done nothing to hide the large, throbbing erection beneath.

  It sprung forward, so hard that it bobbed against his abdomen, clear pre-cum wetting the tip.

  Eve’s mouth actually watered at the sight of it. And in her fantasies about Khiva, of which there were many, she pleasured him. She’d always regretted not exploring him on the night they’d had sex all those weeks ago.

  She needed to start making up for lost time.

  “Leeldra,” he murmured. “What do you…”

  His words trailed off when she knelt in front of him. He made a choked sound in the back of his throat when he seemed to realize what her intention was.

  “Leeldra, you—”

  His words ended with a muted bellow as she grasped the base of his thick cock and slowly suckled on the head. His rough breaths met her ears, but she focused on wrapping her lips around him and taking him in as far as she could. It wasn’t far, however. He was much too big.

  Instead, she happily focused on the very tip. She’d read that human men were most sensitive there, so perhaps Keriv’i males were too. The way he growled and groaned certainly told her that he liked what she was doing to him, which did wonders for her confidence.

  Eve felt his hands come to grip her hair gently.

  “Look at me,” he ordered and she almost moaned around his cock, loving the directness in his voice.

  Immediately, her eyes flashed up to his though her mouth was full of his cock. The reaction in him was evident. His eyes flared, his jaw tightened, his abdomen clenched. Everything about him seemed bigger from this angle and she was reminded of the first time she’d seen him. She remembered thinking that with his strength and size, he’d be able to do whatever he pleased to her.

  Eve did moan that time, squeezing her legs together at the thought. She liked him dominant. She liked when he directed her to please him. He was an unselfish lover…but she liked when he got at least a little selfish.

  Nothing was more erotic to her than watching him seek his pleasure. Nothing was more erotic than getting him there.

  She’d never sucked a male’s cock before, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. Khiva certainly seemed pleased with her, judging by his steady purrs and the way his hands moved through her hair.

  Pulling her mouth away to catch her breath, she ran her fist up the length of his cock, feeling how wet it was from a combination of his pre-cum and her saliva.

  She leaned forward to lick the slit of the head, tasting his pre-cum and feeling it warm her stomach, feeling it combine with her arousal, just as it had the first time he’d showed her what it could do.

  Eve had another wicked thought.

  Exploring, she ran her fist upwards again, but stopped just underneath his head, squeezing tightly. His hips bucked, a strangled sound bursting from his throat.

  In a voice she hardly recognized, she asked, “What would happen if I swallowed your cum, Khiva?”

  “Female,” he rasped, his eyes dark and wild.

  “Would it be like when you cum inside me?” she asked softly, her voice throaty and husky.

  The tendons in his neck stretched when his head fell back, his eyes closing, his features contorted in pleasure as Eve leaned forward again to suckle him, before running her tongue up the sides. It surprised her how hot his cock was, the feeling of that heat in her mouth.

  “Khiva,” she said softly, reminding him to answer.

  “Not quite,” he answered her finally, his voice dark and deep. With a hand on her head, he stilled her movements, making her simply look up at him as he said, “It would not trigger your orgasm, but you would be in a constant state of arousal, always on the edge of orgasm and not quite reaching it.”

  Eve’s lips parted, her eyes going half-lidded.

  Khiva cursed in Keriv’i and he purred, “You like that idea. Vauk, leeldra, how you please me.”

  “I was thinking what it would be like to be in that state,” she said quietly, “but also after you cum inside me too.”

  Khiva stilled. She heard him swallow. “Both?”

  As if in answer, she resumed her attentions to the head of his cock, never breaking eye contact. His abdomen clenched and Eve actually felt his legs shake briefly.

  “It will be a long night for you,” he warned, the words torn from his throat.

  “We have all night. All morning,” she murmured against his tip. “Khiva.”

  A question. His legs widened slightly, as if preparing, and a thrill went through her.

  “Pax, Evelyn,” he rasped. “I can give you both. I will.”

  Eager, Eve resumed with even more enthusiasm than before as Khiva’s grip in her hair tightened.

  “Vauk, you’re going to make me cum so hard, leeldra,” he rasped.

  Eve almost whimpered at that, squeezing her thighs together again. At this point, there was possibly a pool of her arousal underneath her, but who wouldn’t be sexually aroused by this male?

  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his head hard and his spine arched in response, a gasp breaking into the room. Another thought came to her and she reached underneath the base of his cock with her free hand. She watched him as she gently pressed against the singular, fleshy mound she’d spotted when she’d oiled his body, wondering how he would respond.

  A shocked roar tore from his chest and Eve felt his cock pulse and jerk inside her mouth. A moment later, she made a sound of surprise as warm jets of his cum shot from his tip, but she immediately swallowed whatever he gave her.

  At least until she couldn’t keep up and had to pull away. She swallowed what he called his teela, licking her lips, catching her breath. But arcs of cum continued to spurt from his cock, landing on her neck, her chest.

  Khiva had to reach out a hand to steady himself on her bed once his orgasm died down and he pulled in raspy, ragged breaths. Evelyn smiled to herself, thinking she’d done a good job, especially considering it was her first exploration into oral sex. She’d never seen his knees shake at least.

  He caught her smile and he made a sound she’d never heard before, a cross between a growl and a purr, but something deeper and darker.

  Her breath hitched in response to that sound, just as warmth began to grow in her belly. Eve gasped, feeling that warmth radiate across her skin, to the tips of her nipples, her clit, her toes, even to her fingers. It was like when he’d rubbed his pre-cum into her skin, but more acute, sharper.

  That warmth only grew. Soon, a moan escaped her, feeling her clit flutter, her inner walls clench. The lashes of cum across her neck and chest felt like brands as they too began to absorb into her skin.

  Through this new haze, she saw that Khiva’s cock was still impossibly hard.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, her brows furrowing together, her nipples tingling. Because Khiva had been right. Already, she felt like she was on the edge of orgasm.

  When she reached down between her legs, she realized she was soaked. She only managed a brief brush over her clit before Khiva growled and dove for her, maneuvering her onto her hands and knees on the floor before kneeling behind her.

  He’d never taken her like this before, but Eve thought the position was…thrilling. Erotically primal and animalistic.

  Khiva didn’t say a word. Only tilted her hips up for a better angle, gripping the flesh of her backside with a possessiveness that made her moan.

  Then he slid inside with one steady, powerful thrust, with that magnificent cock that made her see stars.

  He only managed a few thorough pumps of his hips until she was cumming, the teela
in her belly making her orgasm come unbelievably easily. Or perhaps she’d just been too worked up, too aroused from sucking on his cock.

  Khiva made that strange sound again and hunched over her, rasping in her ear as he steadily fucked her from behind, “Pax, cum for me, leeldra. Cum all over my cock. I will soon join you. I have no control with you.”

  On a particularly deep thrust, he hit her cervix and she moaned, the dull pain only heightening her pleasure. So, so deep. So, so full.

  Her head lolled, her spine arched as her orgasm continued.

  And he continued to talk to her as he fucked her. Words that made her want things they couldn’t have.

  “In another life,” he rasped, “I would fill you up with my teela, with my seed. I would give you young and they would grow in your womb, leeldra, safe and protected. Vauk, I would give us so many young. I would not be able to stop.”

  Her walls fluttered around him, already on the verge of another orgasm.

  “Khiva,” she whispered, her voice nothing but a sigh.

  Eve could imagine it so easily in her mind, pregnant with his child, safe and happy, away from Everton where they would be free.

  Yet, he wouldn’t accept her help.

  “It could be this life, Khiva,” she whispered, just as her orgasm crested again and she squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears leaking from the corners and falling onto her bedroom floor. “We could have that.”

  He growled at her words, his hips quickening their speed. Soon, his rhythm grew choppy, his flesh slapping against her backside as he fucked her with strength and need.

  His bellow to the ceiling signaled the beginning of his orgasm and a moment later, she felt his cum empty inside her sex again, for the second time that night.

  And again, those endless crests of pleasure broke over her body…and they didn’t let her go.

  Only that time, it was more intense from the warm cum in her belly, responding and creating even more pleasure.

  This will kill me, she couldn’t help but think as her back arched, as her limbs trembled, and her teeth gritted together.

  But what a way to go.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  When Eve woke the next morning, it took her a moment to remember. To remember it all.

  But when she did, when she felt Khiva move beside her in bed, in her townhome, under her own sheets, when she felt the warmth and heaviness of his arm wrapped around her bare waist, Eve let out a sleepy smile and turned so she could look at him.

  Her breath hitched, the friction of her soft sheets against her still sensitive skin was…tantalizing. Her whole body ached, a pleasant ache, that reminded her of the hours Khiva had kept her in a state of orgasm. Muscles she didn’t even know she had were sore. Not to mention the fact that her clit felt so sensitive that if she even grazed it, it would probably send her spiraling again.

  It wasn’t a bad way to wake up.

  And despite being up with him into the early hours of morning, she felt amazingly well-rested and energized.

  “Kasunu,” he rasped, his eyelids low, telling her that he’d been asleep.

  Her smile widened and she snuggled up to him closer, pressing her cheek against the solid bulk of his chest. “Good morning.”

  Her gaze strayed towards the foot of the bed and she couldn’t help but notice that his feet hung off the edge. Then she noticed a sizable tenting of the sheets and, as if she was trained, without realizing it, she reached underneath the sheet to grasp his erection.

  Khiva let out a husky growl, followed by a groan and an amused trill. “Leeldra, you’ve drained me.”

  “Literally?” she teased. He’d orgasmed six times last night. Gently, she squeezed the base of his shaft, like a woman addicted. “Then what’s this?”

  She was obsessed with his cock. Last night and the early, early hours of morning had taught her that.

  Another growl and he rolled them until he was hovering over her, the sheet falling away from his magnificent body.

  He kissed her and her head spun.

  “Give me an hour to recover,” he murmured against her lips, before gently nibbling on her bottom lip. “Then I can give you all you want.”

  “Promise?” she whispered, her hands caressing over his shoulders and down his back. Softly, she stroked up and down, memorizing the texture and feel of his skin.

  He groaned and then rasped, “You came to me a virgin not long ago. And now, you have drained a Keriv’i male of his teela and still need more. Vauk, if only you knew half of the wicked things I will do to you.”

  Eve’s lips curled up, her nipples tightening.

  A sexual awakening, she thought. She’d been a virgin so long, only fantasizing about what having a lover would be like. She’d always been insanely curious about sex. She was no stranger to masturbation either, had enjoyed it regularly.

  But with Khiva…after her first time with him and especially after last night, she felt changed. No longer was she shy about her sexuality, about the things she wanted to explore with him. Khiva had been both patient and demanding, both gentle and rough, both considerate and selfish, and she’d loved every single moment of it.

  After another kiss, he rolled off but tugged her close so that their bodies pressed together.

  “Are you sore?” he asked softly, looking down at her, tracing down her arm.

  “Pleasantly,” she answered softly.

  “I apologize if I was too rough,” he murmured. “My Rut is coming soon and it makes me…needful.”

  “Your Rut?” she asked, brows furrowing. “I remember you mentioned it in passing once. But you never explained what it is.”

  He arm tightened around her. “All Keriv’i males, once they come of age, experience a Rut. Every month, or sometimes every two, it depends on the male.”

  “And what happens?”

  “We go into a state where all we need is to mate,” he said slowly. “Nothing else matters. It is like we lose our minds.”

  Eve licked her lips. A mindless, sexed up Keriv’i male, whose only need was to mate? That would be a sight. And an experience.

  “It lasts two or three days,” he said. Then, he admitted, “I have this theory that you bring mine on more quickly.”

  “Me?” she asked, surprised. “Why?”

  “Because of how much I want you, how much I need you,” he purred in her ear and warmth spread over her skin. “Whenever I am with you, I feel my Rut drawing a little closer. After last night, I would not be surprised if it hit me tomorrow.”

  Despite the pleasant fluttering in her belly at his words, she couldn’t help but think that he’d be seeing his Rut through with another woman.

  Jealousy pierced her chest, dampening the entire mood of the morning. She always did this to herself, she realized. She always had these incredible highs with him, where she felt like nothing could bring them down, but then she deliberately remembered what he was forced to do by Madame Allegria, to remain on Everton.

  He’d woken up with her that morning…but he would be going to bed with another woman that night.

  And it cut her.

  The deepest it ever had.

  It was then that Eve realized she was being selfish. Because it was Khiva that had to deal with most of the emotional and physically tolls as a Krave at Madame Allegria’s. Eve knew that he cared for her, deeply. She was foolish to believe that it didn’t upset him either.

  Eve laid her hand over his chest. He’d told her a couple weeks ago that unlike humans, Keriv’i had two hearts. Two heartbeats. She felt one of them right then and the slight vibration comforted her.

  Khiva said, “Evelyn.”

  She knew she’d gone quiet on him, but she didn’t want to cover up her emotions either. With him, she felt she could be honest.

  So she asked, “When your Rut comes on, do you still see your clients?”

  Khiva huffed, “Veki. You underestimate how powerful a Rut can be. It would be dangerous to see clients.”

  Eve could
n’t help but feel a flicker of relief, but even still she asked, “What do you do then?”

  “Endure it,” he said. “Usually chained to our beds.”

  “What?”

  Khiva’s trill was amused at the incredulousness in her tone. “On Kerivu, if a male had a mate or a lover, he would see the Rut through with her. It was normal that a male disappeared with his mate for a few days. But males who did not learned to endure. All of the Keriv’i at Madame Allegria’s endures it.”

  “But chained?” she asked. “That’s…cruel.”

  “Not so cruel,” he corrected, “when the Rut is at the peak. It is a precaution.”

  “But surely you wouldn’t go around and force sex from whatever woman you come across, Khiva,” she argued, the idea simply unfathomable.

  “Never,” he growled. “Never force. But Keriv’i males, during a Rut, can be very…persuasive and single-minded. On Kerivu, that is even how some males found their mates and lovers, by proposing a Rutting partnership first, which later evolved into more.”

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  “The chains are necessary, for during a Rut, a male can be rough without realizing it. We are naturally stronger during that time and sometimes we cannot control it when we are that crazed,” he said. “Dravka especially needs chains because of Valerie.”

  “Dravka?” she asked. “He’s one of the other Keriv’i you spoke of once?”

  There were three others, besides Khiva, at Madame Allegria’s. Dravka and two brothers.

  “Pax.”

  “Why would he need chains around Valerie?”

  “Because he loves her,” Khiva simply said and Eve’s breath hitched, hearing that word—love—falling from his lips.

  “They…they’re together?”

  Khiva shook his head. “Veki. They have never been together in that way.”

  “But she feels the same?” Eve asked softly.

  “I believe so, pax. He is why she has stayed.”

  Shame burned in Eve’s chest when she remembered the words she’d spewed at Valerie, angry at the time, thinking that she was involved with Madame Allegria’s illegal activities. And in a way, she was involved, but just like she’d said, it wasn’t in the way she’d thought.