Kraving Dravka (The Krave of Everton Book 3)

by Zoey Draven

  “You want everything?”

  “Yes!”

  If he was intent on teasing her, she didn’t have the patience. Her hands reached underneath her, fisting his cock, making his hips buck and a hoarse cry escape his throat.

  A growl came from him, his dark eyes narrowing on her in a way that made her belly burn.

  “I can’t wait anymore, love,” she told him. “Please!”

  Valerie shifted her hips, maneuvering the head of his slick cock until it was poised at the entrance of her sex.

  She pressed down just as Dravka bucked up.

  Valerie moaned, biting her lip, never taking her eyes off his. A few inches of him were wedged inside. She was wet enough that he could slip in easily, aroused enough that she stretched around his heat, especially when he pulled out and then thrust back in.

  But damn. He was still large. Impossibly thick and long. Valerie wasn’t a virgin—she’d lost her virginity when she was a teenager on Genesis, when she’d been carefree and young—but it had been a long time since she’d had sex. Over seven years.

  It had been so long that she felt like she was relearning it again with Dravka, though he was no stranger to sex himself.

  His hands spanned around her waist, his strength evident when he brought her down on him harder, and Valerie moaned, wiggling her way down his shaft until he was…there. So deep. And she was so full of him. Her lips were parted in disbelief, her widened eyes on him.

  “Demav, you feel…” He groaned, his hips hitching again, sliding in even deeper. “Vauking incredible.”

  She knew what he meant. She’d had sex before—so had he, obviously—but this…this felt different. This felt like everything. All those moments leading up to this—all those lingering looks, innocent-enough touches, the way the air had always felt thick between them, especially when Dravka looked at her a certain way—culminated in that very moment.

  Dravka pulled her up, shifting her body so that he could thrust upwards in one fluid, smooth, mind-numbing motion.

  “Uhhh,” she cried out, that cock seeming to hit every sensitive and glorious place inside her. And his pre-cum? It coated her inner walls, making those tingles explode across her body tenfold.

  She would come like this. She would come in another moment. Maybe not even that long, she realized, panicked and desperate and wanting it so much.

  Leaning forward, she caught his lips in another kiss as he began to build up a steady rhythm between her thighs. Her legs were tensed and tight, wrapped around his body, allowing him to sink as deep as possible inside her.

  “Oh god,” she whispered, his lips trailing across her jaw. Then she felt his hands stroke up from her waist, his fingers going to her nipples, caressing the hardened buds almost lazily.

  “You’re gonna come for me, mellkia?” Dravka rasped in the tiny amount of space between them.

  “Yes,” she breathed, trying to hold it back, closing her eyes when she felt the beginnings of her orgasm.

  “Veki, look at me,” he growled.

  Valerie opened her eyes, half-lidded and heavy. Her back arched, her hands gripping his shoulders.

  Those opal eyes pinned her in place, anchoring her. And the love she felt for him?

  God, it was beautiful.

  “You’re mine,” she whispered. His pupils dilated, his hips snapping against her, that cock sliding deep. “And I’m yours.”

  “Pax,” he growled. “Always!”

  “Is this real?” she whispered, her abdomen beginning to clench with her orgasm.

  It felt like too much. It felt too wonderful. Surely this couldn’t be real. Surely, his heat, his scent, his kiss, this reality—a reality where he was hers and only hers—couldn’t be real. Any moment now she’d wake up in her bed, alone, on Everton.

  But Dravka brought her back. Anchored her to that moment as he slid deep inside her body, a place he’d always been meant to be.

  “Pax, this is vauking real, Valerie. My Valerie,” he rasped, pressing his forehead against her own, those dark opal eyes connecting with hers deep, just as her orgasm crested and she felt it explode within her.

  Stars burst in her vision but she never looked away from him. She wanted him to see what he did to her. She wanted him to see it all as the most beautiful pleasure swam through her very veins.

  Against her lips, he said, “This is real and it always has been.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Dravka felt her clenching around him, felt her orgasm rip through her body like it was ripping through his own.

  He growled before a trilling hiss escaped his throat.

  “So vauking good,” he breathed, driving his hips up. But his range was limited, which frustrated him. He wanted to stroke into her so deeply. He wanted to be seated between her thighs for hours, as he watched her take his teela, as he watched her take it deep.

  She was still orgasming when he flipped them, pinning her to the bed in a way that made the dominant Keriv’i in him trill in satisfaction. A gasp escaped her, her cunt clenching down on him harder, so hard she almost forced him from her body.

  “Demav,” he rasped. His mellkia was tight.

  And once Dravka settled between his mate’s thighs?

  “Oh god,” Valerie moaned, her voice choked and high-pitched, as he began to thrust into her. Long, deep strokes, building up a steady rhythm that left him with tightly aching taxxa, needing to release their seed.

  He knew he never wanted to leave. Dravka would never leave her body again.

  Never.

  And they had so much time to make up for. So much lost time.

  Their flesh slapped together as Dravka drove inside her, bucking and snapping his hips, pounding into his female unrelentingly. He held himself above her, his arms straightened on both sides of her head. Through her pleasure, she reached up to stroke his chest, her touch igniting little licks of heat across his flesh.

  He groaned when her fingernails teased over the flat discs of his dark nipples, fucking her harder in response, making her lips part and her eyes slide shut.

  Dravka was right at the very edge of his control. He could normally last so much longer than this…then again, this was Valerie. When had he ever had control around her? She’d made him come in his very pants before, just whispering things in his ear. She hadn’t even touched him and he’d come so hard, his eyes had rolled into the back of his head.

  But this orgasm he felt coming on?

  It would blow that one right away. He felt it. Felt its power and its strength starting, sizzling down his spine, tightening his taxxa, thickening his cock even further, which Valerie no doubt felt.

  Readying.

  “Vauk, you’re gonna make me come so hard,” he growled, lowering down to capture her lips again in a sinful and wicked kiss.

  She gasped into him, their tongues tangling together. And when she teasingly bit at his bottom lip, holding it between her teeth? When she wrapped her legs around him tighter, sucking him even deeper into her body, as if afraid he’d leave?

  He felt that cresting wave begin to crash.

  “Vaaauukkkk,” he bellowed. “Pax!”

  In the rushing and roaring of the orgasm that followed, he heard Valerie’s sharp intake of breath, just as he felt his teela begin to burst from his tip. He thrust into her with hard, sharp little jabs, trying to get deeper. He needed to be deeper.

  When he could move no more, as the pleasure made his back bow and his arms shake above her, he seated himself inside her and held. Hot lashes of his come bathed her inner walls.

  She would finally feel his teela, something he’d only ever dreamed of giving her. Wicked fantasies that, at one time, he thought might never come true.

  The gasp that escaped her signaled the beginnings of it working inside her tight sheath. Her back arched from the bed, making her nipples jut up, and Dravka growled, unable to resist leaning down to suckle one between his lips, tasting her skin and heat.

  Her hips bucked, her nostrils flar
ing, as her mouth parted in a silent cry.

  Valerie’s hands were clumsy over him, trying to hold onto him, to anchor herself as she went higher and higher. He felt her nails dig into his flesh and the possessive male in him was pleased that he would wear her little marks for a short while.

  And the Keriv’i in him?

  The Keriv’i in him wanted to mark her in return. He wanted to bathe her cunt in his teela. He wanted to mark her flesh, her breasts, her belly with it. He wanted it to coat her skin. He wanted to cover her with his essence, so other males wouldn’t dare approach, so that other males would know she was his and his alone.

  He felt his still-hard cock already stirring inside her at the thought. A shuddering gasp escaped Valerie when she felt it, her eyes widening even further as a dark smirk crossed his face.

  “D-Dravka?” she asked, her voice raspy and husky after her moans and cries. “Again?”

  When he began to thrust into her, rolling his hips slowly, her expression was one of stunned disbelief.

  “This is what it will be,” he rasped into her ear, nibbling at the sensitive shell of it, “to be a Keriv’i’s mate, Val.”

  Not one to shy away from a challenge, Valerie met his gaze. Still in the throes of her teela-induced orgasm—which wouldn’t stop until he cleaned most of it from her body—she looked beautiful. So vauking beautiful.

  “Give me everything you have,” she challenged, her voice breathless.

  His dark chuckle filled the air between them. She wanted to see everything a Keriv’i male had?

  “You might regret those words by the end of the night, mellkia,” he warned her.

  Then he rose to his knees between her thighs, capturing her ankles and widening her legs, pressing a kiss there.

  “Ready?” he rasped.

  Her cheeks were flushed pink. A similar flush colored her full, heavy breasts. Her eyes almost looked like mirrors, as glazed as they were from her pleasure.

  “Always,” she replied.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  “D-Dravka, p-please,” she groaned, her voice sounding nothing like her own. It was scratchy and raw from her hoarse cries and screams that Dravka had had to silence with his kiss.

  It felt incredible. Valerie could feel the endless amount of teela he’d pumped inside her, slick and hot against her walls. She was more aware of her body, of the little places she’d never even known existed, than ever before.

  She felt like someone else entirely. Writhing on the bed, as orgasm after orgasm after orgasm crashed down on her, stealing her breath from her lungs, making her heart thunder in her chest, her nipples pebbled so tight they were almost painful.

  Valerie was rolling her hips across the damp blanket, seeking, searching for him—but Dravka was at her side, propped up on his elbow, watching her with glowing opal eyes. His fingers stroked lazily over her flesh, starting at her hips, up across her belly, before lightly thrumming his nails across her peaked nipples. It made her gasp, made another orgasm rear its head and shatter her.

  Sensitive.

  So sensitive, she thought in disbelief, surprised she was even capable of thought at that point when her mind and body felt like mush.

  A wonderful mush.

  “Dravka,” she whispered, her panicked gaze flying to his, catching his wrist when his fingers started to stroke over her clit, making her belly contract in helpless pleasure.

  “You’ve had enough?” he rasped. His own voice sounded unrecognizable to her as well. Smooth and dark, sinful velvet, with just a hint of roughness.

  Never, she thought. She would never have enough of him to be satisfied.

  But right then?

  As much as she wanted to please him—and Valerie had found that he loved watching her in this state—her body couldn’t take much more.

  What are bones? she thought, huffing out another breath when another orgasm made her back arch off the bed. Because I can’t feel mine.

  His hot teela throbbed inside her, like it had its own heartbeat.

  “Y-yes,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek across his palm when he cupped it. She sucked on the tip of his thumb when he brushed her lips, making him growl, making his still-hard cock bob against his abdomen.

  He’d come inside her four times that night. And he still wanted more?

  Dravka pushed off the bed, taking his sweet time heading to the washroom, sliding open the door. He collected something from inside, she heard the water turn on briefly, and then he was back, watching her at the edge of the bed, watching as she rolled and squirmed, her thighs squeezing together, her whole body flushed pink.

  “Vellka,” he murmured, trailing his finger across the swell of her breast.

  Valerie moaned.

  Beautiful, he’d called her.

  Then his eyes saw something on the bed and he cursed. When she turned her head to where he was staring, through her blurry vision, she saw blood. Red blood. Her blood.

  She frowned in confusion just as another orgasm made her jerk and cry out.

  Dravka knelt between her thighs. She felt the warmth of water, she felt his fingers, gentle inside her. His touch made a sizzle run down her spine, made her moan and writhe.

  Then, all at once, Valerie felt like she could breathe again. Air invaded her lungs and she gasped, panting. She still felt Dravka between her splayed thighs and she realized he was cleaning his teela from her body.

  Back at the brothel, Madame Allegria had always had a steady supply of neutralizers for the clients. Once inserted, a mist was released and the effects of the teela would immediately cease.

  But of course, they didn’t have access to those here.

  Which was why, even after he went to dispose of the washcloth in the washroom, Valerie still felt the slight warmth and pleasure of the lingerings of his seed. Not nearly as intense as before, but certainly still noticeable.

  When Dravka returned, he motioned for her to come to the edge of the bed. He was still frowning.

  The blood.

  Her shoulder.

  Right.

  “I am sorry, mellkia,” he rasped, his voice quiet. “I should not have pushed you that hard. Not when you are still recovering.”

  Valerie stared up at him. Though her body was completely exposed to him, though he’d seen her that night as he’d never seen her before, there was an intimacy in this moment, one that hadn’t been there prior.

  “I loved every moment,” she told him, not wanting him to think he’d hurt her. “I don’t feel any pain.”

  Dravka still frowned. “You’re certain?”

  “Yes,” she said, smiling up at him, reaching up her hand, though it felt boneless and jelly-like. “But I know you’ll want to check anyways.”

  That elicited a small smile from her male. He took her hand, gentling pulling her to sit at the edge. He took off her bandage at her shoulder, making a small grunting sound in the back of his throat when he saw her wound. She saw that the blood had soaked through it. Their vigorous activities must’ve aggravated the lasering seal.

  “Come,” he murmured. Then she was up in his arms and growing more sleepy by the second, now that most of his teela was out of her system.

  He brought them both into the washroom and he turned on the flow of water in the shower tube. It was a small, cramped space, but Dravka kept her in his arms when he stepped inside, only sliding her down onto the floor when he needed to wash her front.

  There was a small, exhausted smile on her face and she leaned her cheek into his chest as he washed the wound on her shoulder carefully. She didn’t feel anything though, no stinging pain, no aching throbbing, because of the medicine he’d brought her.

  A few minutes later, he turned off the water and stepped from the tube, grabbing a clean towel to dry both of them off with. Once they were back in the bedroom, he stripped the thin blanket from the bed, got a new set from the secret cabinets in the wall, and only once everything was clean and fresh again did he let her lie back down.

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sp; Valerie’s eyelids felt heavy but she watched him, her cheek pressed to the mattress. Watching him made her heart throb with happiness and excitement. He didn’t look like human men. Keriv’i were hairless, for starters. Their skin was a dark indigo blue, with patches of mottled grey and black. His eyes were dark and swirling with color. His cheekbones were so sharp that sometimes she thought she might cut her hand on them if she stroked his face. His lips were full and soft, his nose incredibly structured and straight.

  “Kruvu?” he murmured as he reapplied the bandage to her shoulder, his brows furrowing as he concentrated on the task.

  “You’re so handsome, is all,” Valerie told him softly, feeling drugged and delirious. She wondered if she could get drunk off sex because that was how she felt.

  A flash of an expression crossed his face. If Valerie didn’t know any better, she’d have thought he was embarrassed. Shy.

  But this was Dravka.

  She couldn’t quite picture what he would be like shy.

  He didn’t say anything and Valerie felt her eyelids sink. A moment later, when he was pleased with her bandage, he crawled into bed beside her, moving her so she was tucked in his arms. Her lips pressed against his chest and she felt his chin settle on the top of her head. His legs threaded between and around her own as his cock settled against her belly.

  This feels so right, she thought, blowing out a long breath. Finally.

  “Was it good for you?” she whispered, the question slipping out before she even realized it.

  But maybe that question had been inside her all along. She wanted it to be as good for him as it’d been for her. Given that he worked at the brothel on Everton, he’d had his fair share of sex, something that had burned and clawed at Valerie as surely as it had burned and clawed at him.

  A part of her had been afraid that sex would just become sex to him. That sex with her would be no different than the sex he’d had with the others.

  Thinking that now, Valerie knew it was ridiculous. She was a little ashamed, actually, that she’d thought such a thing.

  “Good?” he asked, grunting. He leaned down to peer at her, his eyes narrowed, as if he could read her mind. “Try vauking amazing.”