Kraving Tavak (The Krave of Everton Book 4)

by Zoey Draven

  Because, as his lover, she could’ve been satisfying him instead of making him suffer like this.

  Stella pulled away from his lips, knowing her male needed to come, to release a little tension that had been building and building.

  Eagerly, she crawled up on the bed and knelt between his splayed legs. His eyes seemed to widen briefly, like what she was about to do permeated his haze of lust.

  His roar shook the entire bed when she lowered her mouth over that straining, magnificent, aching cock.

  His pre-cum hit her tongue. It traveled, hot, down her throat. Into her belly.

  It warmed her up from the inside out.

  Stella moaned.

  “You taste divine, darling.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Tavak couldn’t think beyond the mouth working his cock towards a frenzied orgasm.

  Every part of his being was focused on the maddening female between his thighs. The wet slide of her soft lips. The way her moans vibrated up his throbbing shaft. The way her cheeks hollowed with her sucking and the way it felt like the marrow was being sucked from his bones every time she did it. The pull made his back bow and made desperate groans tumble from his throat.

  He was going to come.

  He wouldn’t last, not when he’d been fucking the air, desperate for release, for the last day and night. He’d made himself come a few times, merely thinking of Stella with no physical stimulation, but those teasing orgasms had only made his Rut all the worse.

  A part of him still couldn’t believe that she was here. A part of him thought that maybe he had crossed into madness, that he had simply conjured her up in his mind.

  Because what female would willingly suck the cock of a whore? What female would willingly want to pleasure him when he was in such a beastly, dangerous state?

  None of his clients on Everton had ever sucked his cock. A few had wanted to—turned on by the mere act of it—but he’d steered them away, distracting them in other ways instead. Because the thought of feeling anyone’s mouth on him felt even more violating than being paid to fuck them.

  But Stella…

  The sensation of her warm mouth was foreign and deliciously wicked. Her lips were stretched wide over him, his eyes riveted at the sight of her. She moaned, catching his gaze, and she pulled back for a breath, licking and lapping at him almost sweetly. That pink tongue flashed, and when she reached his tip, she circled the point of it at his slit, searching and seeking.

  Tavak jerked, searing heat sizzling his taxxa and up his spine. His wrists were sore from the shackles and he tugged at them again, feeling the metal give a little, though they were supposed to be unbreakable.

  Then her mouth descended and the warm heat enveloped him again.

  He was going to come.

  He felt his teela rising in his taxxa. His spine went taut, his dull claws raking fiercely at the metal of the chains.

  A blinding flash of light burst in his vision and then he was bellowing his release, feeling his teela burst from his tip with violent speed onto her tongue.

  Painful pleasure ricocheted through his body, intoxicating and consuming. Stella moaned, and through the wildness of his orgasm, he saw her sucking his teela down her throat. He felt the muscles bobbing as she swallowed his seed.

  That knowledge was dizzying. So dizzying and intense that Tavak felt more teela rise, felt more release from his cock. A second orgasm. So close on the heels of the first and he jerked and thrashed on the bed.

  This time, she was surprised, making a squeaking sound as more of his come filled her mouth, but she was such a good, good female…and she swallowed, filling her belly. A trail of teela dribbled from her lips when she finally released him but she caught it with her thumb and then sucked it right off.

  Tavak growled, catching her hooded eyes, watching as the teela began to warm her belly as her cheeks began to flush brighter.

  “Tavak.”

  In the wake of his orgasm, he felt something rise. Something he’d always been afraid of. His strength, his power, his unpredictable wildness when he got in states like this.

  And Stella was about to be on the receiving end of it all.

  Demav help her.

  His cock was still hard and aching, as if he hadn’t just come twice in a row. And Stella’s arousal was perfuming the air, making him dizzy with want and need, making it hard to think straight.

  “Fuck me,” he grated at her, feeling a thrilling darkness at the words.

  For the first time in his entire life, he would have a female to see him through his Rut.

  And for the first time since Everton, Tavak would allow a female to fuck him chained. Willingly. A dark part of him craved this. Madame Allegria had often fucked him when he was restrained, when he was bleeding from her whippings. And he remembered that animalistic, ferocious thing that rose in him as she did it. He’d fucked her then like he hated her.

  But with Stella…

  He knew he was safe.

  Just that realization alone was…stunning. It stole the breath from his lungs. He let his own dark desires rise because he knew that she wouldn’t use them against him.

  Stella only wanted him to feel pleasure, not pain. She was nothing like the females that had come before, that had used him, taken from him.

  Tavak swallowed, the chains snapping taut, as Stella climbed over him. Her smooth inner thighs slid on the sides of his hips, trapping him, pinning him down, except he didn’t feel powerless.

  She leaned down, her eyelids still hooded with intense arousal, made even more so from his teela which now filled her belly. She dragged her lips over his chest, running them over his nipples, and then up his neck, where she nibbled, making him groan and huff.

  Then she trailed them up his arms, kissing every part of his body that she came across.

  Tavak closed his eyes, feeling a strong emotion rise, one he’d never felt before. He shook his head, knowing nothing good would come from it.

  “Fuck me,” he growled again, to distract himself. “Now.”

  She pulled back, keeping her hands braced on his chest.

  “My male is so impatient,” she whispered, her words teasing.

  Her male.

  Vauk, why did that sound so good falling from her lips?

  He needed inside her. His Rut always felt like a voracious hunger, hell-bent on one thing and one thing only. Fucking until his cock ached. Spilling his seed until his taxxa were sore.

  “Tease me more,” he growled, “and you’ll be punished for it later. That I promise you.”

  Stella’s lips parted. Even in the haze of desire, he didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up in interest, even as her hand moved between them.

  He gave a ravaged groan when she gripped his cock, when she lifted up a little and wedged him at her entrance.

  Tavak took advantage and his hips jerked with force. Stella gasped when he slid inside her. She hadn’t been expecting it, but after her initial surprise, she sank down, feeding him deeper and deeper into her body.

  “What will you do to me?” she wondered, voice throaty with intrigue and pleasure.

  What wouldn’t he do to her was perhaps the better question.

  “I’m going to chain you up,” he growled, tugging at his restraints, the bite of the shackles around his wrist only fueling his wicked desire. “I’m going to chain you up on your hands and knees. Then I’ll strike your ass until it’s red and you won’t be able to sit down for days.”

  He’d meant to scare her but Stella’s gaze hooded lower at the words.

  Vauk…she wanted that.

  “Female,” he bit out, needing to mark her. Feeling the drive of it. He needed to bite her and lash his teela over every inch of her flesh, so every male on Dumera would know who she belonged to.

  Him.

  Madness. This was madness, he thought.

  She rocked over him, moaning as she moved over his cock. Tavak’s eyes rolled back. The sensation was almost too much. He’d never e
xperienced fucking during his Rut, when he could count the number of fur hairs from the blanket underneath him that abraded his flesh. He was sensitive, in tune with every part of his body in a way he wasn’t normally.

  And Stella on his cock?

  Enveloping him with her tight, hot cunt, gripping him tight until he thought he would lose his vauking mind?

  Tavak bellowed with the sensation of her snapping her hips down, of him sinking deep. He thrashed and he felt the cuffs at his wrist give even more. Impossible.

  She was teasing him again.

  “Faster,” he growled. “Harder!”

  Stella only smiled, her lips parting when she ground over him almost sweetly.

  “Vauk, vellia,” he cursed. A warning. He felt his blood starting to rush hot. The frustration beginning to descend. Her cunt was there. Right there. He was in her and yet it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t fuck her the way he needed to, the way he craved.

  Not like this.

  He felt his strength surge.

  Stella stilled over him, her gaze flashing down to him in surprise. Had she felt it?

  “Your eyes are black,” she whispered.

  Were they?

  Good. Maybe now she would do what he vauking ordered her to do.

  Tavak was a rumbling, growling mess, focused on one thing only. Fucking his female senseless and then marking her with his teeth and his teela.

  “Last chance,” he growled.

  Stella’s breath hitched, her eyes widening. He felt her ripple around his cock. Mmm, she liked him like this. How had he forgotten?

  In answer, she slid up on his cock and then slid back down. Softly. Gently.

  Still vauking teasing him. Wanting to see what he would do? Did she think that she was safe simply because he was chained?

  His grin was feral, flashing his teeth at her. She went to her knees and he thought he’d get some relief. She held her cunt over him and Tavak snapped his hips up, fast and hard, fucking her while she held still and moaned above him, but he could never get deep enough. Only the head of his cock wedged inside.

  “Vauk!” he roared, thrashing his head in frustration, his strength surging again as he tugged at the chains.

  He felt one of the shackles snap and cool air rushed over his wrist.

  Stella froze, her lips parted, her eyes flashing to the chains in surprise.

  “You better vauking run,” he growled at her.

  Breath hitching, she met his gaze. And he saw it. The want. The desire.

  Vauk, she would run. But only so he could catch her.

  This female was…

  Sublime.

  Perfect.

  He tugged at his other wrist and it was enough for her. She slid off him, leaping from the bed. He heard her bare feet hit the floor and he focused all his strength on tearing his wrist from the shackle, eyes devouring every inch of her he could see, tracking her every movement.

  He felt the metal give just as her backside disappeared from view, rounding down the hallway. And then Tavak was free, his wrists slightly bloodied, and he roared, bucking up from the bed to give chase.

  His blood was pumping hot, his cock swinging as he sprinted to the front room, wild and searching. She’d barely made it inside. Tavak was fast and he snatched her from behind, hearing her surprised cry.

  He ground his cock against her backside, pressing her to his front as his hand went to her throat.

  In her ear, he growled, “You think you can run from me, vellia? You think I won’t do everything I can to get inside this cunt? I own this cunt.”

  Stella’s head tilted back and he felt her swallow. She dared to smile at him—soft and dreamy yet edged with desire—and it was that vauking smile that did him in.

  He moved them both to the ground, shoving her forward until she was on her hands and knees before him. He positioned himself behind her, gripping his cock as the base of his neck throbbed with determination.

  He slammed inside her, making her cry out, and his eyes shut at the sensation. At the rightness of this. Like he’d been waiting his whole life to feel this.

  “Yes, Tavak!”

  “Pax,” he hissed, sliding out before thrusting back inside. This was what he needed. “Pax!”

  Then he was unleashed.

  No longer restrained by chains, no longer teased by his female. He felt his strength surge again.

  Tavak pounded his hard cock into her, hearing her desperate, mewing cries. Hearing their flesh slap together. Watching as her back arched and her thighs trembled. Hearing her fingernails rake into the floor and her moans filling his home.

  Tavak growled, pushing her shoulders into the ground, which raised her backside higher. He fucked her harder. Faster. Deeper. Until she was sobbing and chanting his name.

  “More!” she groaned. “Please, more!”

  Tavak snarled, feeling pride well in his chest. His female. Vauk, she was magnificent. Taking him like this.

  And then she was coming around his cock, screaming, her cheek pressed into the floor. Tavak felt her spasming around him, trying to draw out his seed into her greedy cunt.

  “You love this, don’t you, vellia?” he growled, punishing her with his hips, snapping them into her with a ferocity that surprised even him. “You love when I fuck you like this.”

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  Tavak felt his taxxa tighten.

  Pax, pax, pax!

  And then he was roaring, his back bowing over her, hot seed rushing up the shaft of his cock before it exploded inside her. Sudden and intense and mind-numbing.

  Her cunt squeezed around him, milking every last drop he gave her, and then her body was tightening up as the teela starting working inside her.

  “Oh God,” he heard her say hoarsely.

  For a brief fraction of a moment, Tavak was sated. Completely and utterly sated and content, which was a welcome relief after the day and night he’d had.

  But then his Rut reminded him how very wrong he was.

  His cock hardened further inside her. He dragged himself out of her tight, clenching sheath…and then he thrust back inside.

  He still had Stella pinned to the floor, her tantalizing ass high in the air.

  She knew what he needed.

  “More,” she pleaded. “More, Tavak!”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Stella seemed to experience the next two days in flashes. Flashes of memory, intense and short, punctuated with deep, restful sleep that was only broken when Tavak needed her again. He would wake her with his mouth or by simply sliding between her parted thighs.

  There were flashes of him on his back underneath her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises—but Stella didn’t mind. She reveled in his strength, in his need, arching her back and grinning down at him.

  Flashes of him being a little rougher with her, stealing her breath from her lungs as she screamed her pleasure. He’d made good on his promise of chaining her to the bed, of striking her ass with his palm. That stinging sensation had faded to a warmth that curled around her clit and soaked her inner thighs. By the end of his torment, she’d been a babbling mess, begging him to make her come, even though she’d had enough orgasms to last her a lifetime.

  He liked when she begged. Stella could see the dark thrill in his eyes when she pleaded with him and it only made her want to beg more. After her spanking, Tavak had fucked her with a ferocity that she’d remember always. In her ear, he’d growled, in that rich, raspy voice, “Take your fucking like a good female and scream for your male, vellia. I need to hear it.”

  And then there were flashes of memories of…gentleness. When Tavak kissed her so softly and thoroughly, his fingers sliding and stroking over her body like he was memorizing every inch of her. And the sex…she could shiver just thinking about it. Because during those flashes, he hadn’t been fucking her. Stella had the strangest sense that what he was doing was making love. That had always been what her mother called sex. Making love.

  Dur
ing those moments, when he was being thorough and gentle, sliding deep into her body and holding himself there—like he wanted to make sure she remembered—she could almost cry at the sweetness of the experience.

  Stella was thinking of those moments right then, lying in Tavak’s arms as the male slumbered, watching the jivera flowers bloom from the window. Tavak had left it open, airing out the scent of sex and teela, and a large branch from the tree hung in front of it. Along the branch, the night blooming flowers appeared, tilting towards the silvery moonlight, perfuming the air with their sweet, almost luxurious scent.

  Stella slid from Tavak’s arms, careful not to wake him, and made her way to the washroom. She relieved her bladder, feeling a sting as she did, but then again, her whole body was sore. Her lips felt swollen from his kisses, her neck tender from his bite marks, and there were bruises along her waist and hips and inner thighs.

  But damn, did she feel good.

  She felt…claimed.

  Utterly and thoroughly claimed.

  Stella grinned after she splashed her face with water from the basin and then made her way back to bed.

  When she reached the threshold, she paused, simply watching Tavak. The glow light was on, casting the room in gold, though he’d turned down the intensity of it. The furs on his bed were mussed, a wild mess. Tavak slept still curled towards where she’d been lying next to him. Long, strong legs slightly splayed. The arm she hadn’t been lying on was curled over his head, making his biceps bulge.

  His face was peaceful in sleep, though he still wore his ever-present frown. Stella smiled, touching her lips, feeling a familiar warmth wiggle around her chest.

  She was falling in love with him. Head over fucking heels in love. She knew that. She could see it coming from miles away.

  A part of her wanted to jump around in excitement.

  The other part of her wanted to cry.

  Her smile slowly died but she sighed and treaded back to bed. Tavak’s Rut was almost over, the intensity of it had been dwindling throughout the afternoon. Stella was a little relieved, truth be told. She didn’t know if her body would’ve lasted through another full day. Valerie had been right. It had been like a never-ending orgasm for two days and Stella had done her best to keep up.