Kraving Tavak (The Krave of Everton Book 4)

by Zoey Draven

  Sublime.

  Keeping her lips open, he leaned forward and licked a line up her cunt. His groan mingled with her gasp. Her legs tensed, her hips bucking up into his mouth.

  “Ohhh,” she whimpered out. “Oh God.”

  The essence of her exploded over his tongue and Tavak acted on instinct, burying his face between her legs, lapping and laving with a single-minded need that surprised even him.

  Stella was gasping and wiggling on the bar. Her hand came down, desperately searching for something. And when Tavak reached up, she took his hand, holding it tight with her own.

  A lump stuck in Tavak’s throat, even as his tongue sank into her tight sheath, lapping at her pulsing, hot walls, drawing out more of her arousal. She’d wanted to hold his hand? Such an innocent connection, an innocent desire for touch.

  Stella squeezed his hand, her eyes falling shut, her back arching.

  “The things I want to do to you, vellia,” he rasped between her thighs. “The things I will do to you.”

  Her eyes flashed to his. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded. “Promise?”

  Tavak groaned, his hearts thumping out of sync at her words before they leveled off. Whenever they did that, it felt like he was falling through mid-air, uncontrolled and weightless.

  Another ragged gasp tore from her throat when Tavak’s lips trailed over her throbbing, needy little clit. Soft and teasing at first, building her up, edging her towards her pleasure.

  A few moments later, as her arousal was beginning to drip onto the bar counter, Tavak knew she was right there. Her hand was beginning to tighten and tighten around his. Her legs were tense, her chest heaving. Between her thighs, she was so vauking hot. Pink and flushed and beautiful.

  “I want you to come on my tongue, vellia,” Tavak told her roughly. “Right now, pax? When I suck like this,” he gave her clit a teasing, long suckle, making her cry out, “I better feel you coming around me, pax?”

  She nodded. His good little female. So eager to please him as he wanted to please her. He had a feeling she liked his dirty words. He had a feeling she would enjoy being dominated and he was so rarely wrong about kinks.

  Tavak swiped his tongue across her clit before dragging it towards the entrance of her cunt. He wiggled it inside her, feeling her tense up, right on the edge. And then he was pulling out, impatient to feel her orgasm. He kissed her clit, rubbing his lips back and forth over the swollen little bead, teasing at first, watching her.

  And then he ducked his head and suckled, just as he said he would.

  “Tavak,” came her ragged whisper, her body tightening. Tightening. Tightening.

  Then her flesh rippled around him and she was twisting and thrashing. Tavak growled, pinning her hips, drawing out her orgasm. A cry echoed around the bar and Tavak felt his cock throb at the thought that no one would know he was making Stella come hard on the bar where he usually sat.

  Vauk, after this, he would be hard every time he walked in here.

  When her clit grew sensitive, he pulled away and stood. His pre-cum, which was dripping down his cock in his pants, would be enough to help with the sensitivity.

  Stella looked up at him, all flushed and beautiful, still holding his hand.

  He towered over her. With his other hand, he unlaced his pants, licking his lips, tasting her there. He swiped a bit of his pre-cum off the head of his cock and smoothed it between her folds before bringing it up to slick over her clit.

  Her body jerked, her lips parting. But she would’ve heard about Keriv’i males, surely. She wouldn’t be surprised by it.

  Tavak leaned over her, peeling off her tunic, making their hands release, until she lay naked in front of him. He smoothed his hand down her body, memorizing all the dips and curves.

  “So vauking beautiful, vellia,” he murmured to her, leaning down to kiss her lips. She parted for him, seeming to flush deeper at the compliment, her eyes going a little shy.

  Maddening female, he thought, taking her lips with his own, dragging his tongue across her own, letting her taste herself, letting her taste how much she wanted him.

  He reached between them and Stella moaned when the head of his cock began to press inside her.

  “Pax,” he groaned, feeling her immediately clamp down on him, tightening. Hot and slick.

  Too good.

  He shook his head, determined to prove himself to her. He wanted to wring at least one more orgasm out of her before he released his teela inside her. And then she’d be in a constant state of pleasure, at least until he decided to have mercy.

  Tavak froze, realizing for the first time that he could decide when to give her that mercy. Before, he’d always needed to obey his clients’ wants. When they couldn’t stand the teela any longer, Tavak would neutralize it.

  But there were no neutralizers for his teela on Dumera. He would have to clean his teela from her, the natural way, the Keriv’i way. And even still, as long as a hint of it lingered inside her body, she would always be on the edge of that pleasure.

  Tavak grinned against her lips, pushing deeper and deeper inside her cunt. She opened for him, her muscles relaxing as much as they could as he seated himself inside her body.

  Then he was deep and there was nowhere else for him to go. He grit his teeth, releasing her lips, and leaned back.

  He could do this. He wasn’t a whore anymore. He wanted to release his teela inside Stella not because she was paying him for it but because he wanted to witness and experience her pleasure. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to be…right for her.

  She gasped when he lifted her off the bar and he groaned when he sank deeper inside, deeper than he thought was possible. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Tavak secured her thighs around his hips.

  Then he was walking towards the cellar. He kicked open the door with his boot and it banged against the wall.

  He hissed when Stella tightened around him. As he walked up the stairs to her bedroom, the motion felt like he was fucking her, even though she was simply seated on his cock.

  “You’re gonna make me come again like this,” she whispered in his ear, a hint of strain in her teasing tone.

  Tavak’s hands dug into the plump cheeks of her ass, eliciting a gasp from her. He wondered if she’d enjoy a rougher fucking one of these nights because he had fantasies of striking this ass, making it red, making her moan.

  His balls were already tightening at the thought.

  “That’s the plan, vellia.”

  Chapter Twenty

  They didn’t make it to her bed. They made it just inside the door of her room and then Stella found that she was spread out on the cracked wooden floor.

  Tavak loomed over her, shifting and flexing his hips, slowly fucking her but never quite going deep enough.

  “Tavak,” she moaned, impatiently. She wanted to see him. Why was she always naked and he was always fully clothed? Her hands went to the hem of his dark tunic, tugging.

  Those dark eyes pinned her and then his body was moving. He slid out of her and then slammed back in, momentarily stealing the breath from her lungs as warmth spread to every inch of her body. Her limbs tingled, her back arched, her fist tightened on his tunic.

  But she wouldn’t be distracted.

  When she caught her breath, she tugged his tunic up, and finally, he allowed it. The material fell beside her on the ground and then smooth planes of dusky blue flesh were revealed to her.

  Her lips parted, her eyes running over his exposed chest.

  The guy was ripped. Why were aliens always so fucking ripped?

  It wasn’t fair. Here she was, all soft and jiggly, and Tavak looked like he ran marathons and lifted space vessels in port just for fun.

  But Stella wouldn’t complain. Her eyes traced the lines of his body, the thick slabs of muscles that lined his shoulders, his pectorals, his abdomen. She could just make out the way his back muscles shifted in the shadows as he lazily began fucking her again, soft, slow pumps. Ther
e were dark lines of muscles that ran down his hips, disappearing underneath the waist of his loosened pants.

  “Can I…” She trailed off, licking her lips, the words quiet in the darkness.

  He seemed to know what she was asking. His hand slid over hers and then he was drawing her palm up. She touched smooth, velvety flesh, and her hand landed just above his groin, underneath his abdomen.

  Her blood rushed when she felt the way the muscles flexed as he slid forward. He shifted towards her, cradled between her splayed thighs on her bedroom floor, his strong arms bracketing her shoulders. He hovered over her. His eyes were swirling again but slowly. It was mesmerizing.

  Stella bit her lip when he gave a long stroke inside her and then he stilled as her hand began to explore him. Her fingertips ran over the ridges of his abdomen, up his ribs, over the slab of his pectorals. His nipples were dark, flat coins but when she grazed her nails over them, he gave a slight groan, his breath huffing.

  His skin was hot. It had the texture of suede. She noticed that he had some patches of mottled grey and black that blended seamlessly with the blue. Beautiful and intriguing. And something she’d never noticed before.

  Stella’s hand ran up to his neck and then went around his shoulders. He stiffened when her fingers grazed over raised flesh on his back.

  When she frowned, thinking it felt like scar tissue, Tavak pulled her hand away. He drew it up over her head and did the same with her other hand. There, with one of his palms, he trapped her wrists tightly together.

  Stella huffed, looking up at him in surprise, even as her body heated with interest. Her breasts lifted, her nipples straining. Tavak glanced down at them and then his eyes trailed down the entire length of her body. She was completely exposed to him. Completely at his mercy. She couldn’t touch him. And he had her hips pinned down.

  And he…liked that.

  Stella saw the sudden flare of heat in his eyes, the way the gold and silver strands swirled. A rough sound tore from his throat and then a cry fell from Stella’s as he began to fuck her again. Hard and fast, sliding between her thighs, the smooth material of his pants rubbing against her inner thighs.

  Her legs wrapped tight around his hips. Her back arched and then she was moaning because his head dipped. He licked at her nipples, kissing and teasing the hardened nubs. She stiffened when his teeth grazed them lightly but then cried out when he sucked one hard into his mouth.

  He grunted and her body moved across the floor after a particularly hard thrust. But it wasn’t painful. Not like he was last time, that split moment when she’d thought him a stranger.

  But this was Tavak tonight. Something was different about tonight. He was present with her. There. She wondered what had changed.

  “Kiss me,” she pleaded, her voice coming out throaty and husky. “Please.”

  She felt like she was constantly on the edge of orgasm, like one more thrust would take her there. She’d already experienced a mind-blowing orgasm when he’d gone down on her, only confirming her suspicions that he had taken human lovers before. No male was that good at oral sex without practice. Lots of practice.

  With a growl, Tavak released her nipple and then he was angling his head up towards her, giving in to her pleading.

  She met his kiss with enthusiasm, feeling the whole world spin and tilt when her eyes closed. They were huffing into one another, sharp exhales and little moans and groans as he fucked her, as she tried to fuck him back, wiggling her hips underneath his bulk.

  The fist that was trapping her wrists squeezed.

  “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, vellia?” he growled, no doubt feeling the way she was beginning to tighten, the way her breath was coming faster.

  “Yes.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured, snapping his hips into her hard, picking up his pace, stealing the breath from her lungs. “Come on my cock then. I want to feel your cunt begging for my teela before I give it to you, pax?”

  Teela?

  Something wiggled loose in the back of her mind, that familiar word floating, suspended in her brain.

  But then Tavak lowered his body slightly, rolling his hips in a position that made him grind down on her throbbing clit…and then she was coming and all thoughts flew from her brain.

  She couldn’t breathe as the pleasure wrenched through her body.

  “Ahh, vauk, I feel you, vellia. You feel so good,” she heard Tavak rasp. “Vauk!”

  Just as she began to come down from her orgasm, she heard his bellow. She was so sensitive she could feel his cock ripple and grow and then she felt something searing and thick shoot inside her, coating her clenching walls.

  Stella gave a ragged gasp.

  Her pussy began to warm and tingle. Her brow furrowed, her jaw dropping when she felt another orgasm come immediately on the heels of her last.

  “Oh God,” she cried out.

  Oh fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  And when that orgasm ended?

  Another was there to take its place.

  “T-Tavak?” she asked, squirming, huffing, feeling him still hard inside her. “What’s—ahhh…what’s happening?”

  When her eyes flashed to his, he was watching her, still hovering just above her.

  He gave a lazy stroke of his hips, rolling them into her, which made her spiral into yet another orgasm, deep and long. These orgasms felt different. Like they were coming from her very core. Not as intense as the first one she’d experienced but they still made her thrash and moan.

  “Tavak,” she whispered, blinking up at him. Worried, she huffed, “It won’t stop.”

  She heard a sharp exhale come from him.

  “You truly don’t know?” he murmured, still keeping her hands pinned above her head, those eyes intent on her.

  “Know what?” she moaned.

  A dark chuckle fell from his lips. Only the second time she’d ever heard him laugh. This laugh made her pussy clench, made her try to rub her aching nipples into his chest but he was just out of reach.

  “Tavak!”

  He pulled out of her, slowly and gently. She heard a wet rush between her thighs. She gave another ragged gasp when she felt her body climbing higher and higher again, hurtling her towards another orgasm.

  It was never-ending. A part of her feared it would never end.

  Tavak’s cock was still hard and flushed, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight. The head glistened with their combined arousal and a bead of come was still pushing its way from his very tip.

  He swiped that bead with the pad of his thumb. Then he brought it towards her.

  Wicked male, she thought, knowing what he wanted her to do. But he lit her on fire.

  Stella’s body jerked, another orgasm ripping through her, and she cried out. Still in the throes, she took his thumb into her mouth, seeing his eyes flash when she began to suck that last drop of come from his finger. It was heady and earthy, mingled with her own arousal, and Stella sucked, hollowing her cheeks until there was nothing left.

  “Vauk,” Tavak groaned. His cock twitched against his abdomen.

  Was that disbelief in his gaze?

  He took away his thumb and she released the appendage with a loud pop. He used it to stroke her bottom lip just as her belly began to warm, that same sensation she’d felt in her sex.

  Stella thrashed again, her back arching off the floor, coming again.

  All the while, she felt Tavak’s gaze on her, greedy and hot and searing.

  Then he was moving.

  Stella moaned when he slipped his cock inside her again, sliding in deep on his first thrust.

  “A-Again?” she gasped.

  Tavak gave her another thrust, as if that alone was his answer. He was still hard and thick inside her, even after he’d already come.

  Keriv’i…recovered fast.

  “That is my teela,” he growled above her, keeping her eyes. “My seed. My come.”

  His h
ips were working her into another orgasm and his teeth grit hard when he felt her clamping down on him, a soft curse meeting her ears.

  “Your teela?” she breathed.

  “As long as my teela is inside you, it won’t stop,” he rasped.

  Oh my God.

  Stella remembered then. What Lubbina had told her. Or rather, what her treacherous friend hadn’t told her.

  This was what Keriv’i could do?

  They had crazy potent come that triggered constant orgasms.

  Stella would’ve laughed in disbelief and anticipation if she wasn’t currently in the throes of one of those orgasms.

  “I can keep you like this for however long I want,” he purred, leaning down to lick her bottom lip, that long tongue flicking out. “For however long you can handle it, vellia.”

  Tavak’s words were like a challenge.

  And Stella was never one to back down from one.

  “I can do this all night,” she replied, her voice sounding like a stranger’s, hoarse from her moans and cries.

  Tavak gave her that dark grin again, punctuated by a deep, teeth-chattering thrust. The smile made her heart flutter and soar because it was so rare.

  “You’ll be begging for mercy by the end of the night, vellia,” he murmured. “That I promise you.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Okay, so…Stella tapped out after about an hour.

  The longest, most pleasurable, most surreal hour of her entire life.

  But she didn’t feel defeated. She didn’t feel like a quitter.

  She felt… frickin’ reborn.

  She felt like she could take on the entire universe.

  She felt like everything she knew about sex had just changed. Every experience she’d had with her previous two lovers had all but flown out the window.

  Stella had never known that sex could be this good.

  She’d had good sex with Ryann, her first boyfriend, if she could even call him that. Human and kind, he’d worked on Haase’s vessel when Stella was twenty. Everything had been new with him because he’d been her first.