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He jerked back just in time, but Naya continued, slicing and swiping at him at an incredible speed, pushing him back toward the back of the dome. To his credit, Akoro didn’t make a sound. Not even a grunt left his throat as he dodged her blade across the dome. Reaching the far end of it, she was out of breath and her speed had slowed.
She paused, lowering the sword and was annoyed to see that she hadn’t even nicked him once. But her annoyance was reflected back in the contorted look on his face. She wasn't sure why he was annoyed, but she took pleasure in it. She lunged for him again and this time he raised his sword.
Their weapons clashed, ringing out across the dome. Naya quickly learned that he fought like a typical Alpha, with heavy-weighted blows and minimal dodging. She slipped into the pattern of attacks she usually used when she sparred with heavy-footed Alphas, and dashed in different directions, forcing him to move in ways he didn’t plan. It threw his balance off, making his heavy swings work against him, and with the speed they were moving, it altered his balance.
She lunged in and added blows and kicks, as much as she could manage in what she was wearing, but the Alpha proved to be more versatile on his feet than she’d first assumed. He dodged every single one of her attempts and defended with his sword when he felt like it. Her focus tightened as she sunk into the feel of their fight, and her attack became bolder and wilder. But no matter what she did, Akoro found a way to avoid being hit. His instincts were finely tuned and she got the feeling he wasn’t even trying hard, while she was dripping with sweat.
The air between them deepened, both of their scents flavored the dome with a sweet and pungent blend of aggression, arousal, alertness. It was impossible to deny that they both were affected by the fight. Naya could feel the slickness between her legs—every move the Alpha made, every bulge of his muscle was a marvel, a pure example of a strong and powerful male. But she forced her mind to focus—she couldn’t let that get in the way of winning.
And then it happened. She correctly anticipated when his weight was changing, and she kicked his leg just above the knee, throwing him off balance.
He fell, hitting the floor hard on his left side. Lunging forward, she lifted her sword with both hands, aiming to plunge it into his chest but he rolled away as her sword came down, and it dug into the sand instead.
The Alpha rolled back up to his feet and roared, a deep, resounding thunder ripping through the air. All hair on Naya’s body stood on end, fear edging into the anger that had bolstered her. The roar had a torturous edge to it, torment and longing and need fused into the long animalistic sound. Akoro threw his weapon aside and charged her.
Naya wasn't sure what to do. No longer in her focused fighting haze, she stumbled back as he came closer. He wasn’t sparring with her now, she could sense it. Something had changed—primal, stormy, violent. It drove him forward, the enormous bulk of him coming at her.
She raised her sword but he batted it aside, sending it flying across the dome. He tackled her to the ground, taking the brunt of the fall on his shoulder, and they rolled across the dome, finally stopping with him on top. Naya groaned and tried to push him off, but they were tangled together, the warm heat of him bearing down on her. The Alpha started pulling up her tunic and lifting her legs
"No," she panted, even as her slick gathered from the taut feel of him. "Stop!"
He could cause so much damage to her if he tried to force himself on her in this state, but the aggression was no longer clouding his scent. Instead a thick, potent beam of rich desire made her whole body arch, even as she kicked and pushed.
Then his mouth was on her inner thigh, biting and sucking the skin as he moved up to her middle. Naya stilled, her fists still pushing him away, but the feel of his mouth on her skin was singing to every nerve. When he reached her middle, he wedged his tongue through her wetness and released a gravelly rumble of satisfaction that made her hum in delight. He flicked his tongue between her folds and eased his whole mouth onto her, and finding her clit wet he devoured her. Wild and rough, he licked and sucked on her, swirling his thick tongue into her aching channel in a relentless rhythm.
The pleasure ravaged her, jostling her whole body, every lick and every suck and every nibble. The sounds coming from the Alpha were obscene, as though he was feeding on the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, and it turned her on even more. When his large hands ran up to her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his fingers, her peak hit, and she soared, her whole body shaking.
The pleasure was so blinding, she clung onto him and he rode her through it as it ravaged her. And then she went limp.
The Alpha looked down over her, his mouth and beard shining, his dark eyes heated. Naya stared at him, pliant and soft. In this state, she expected him to fuck her, and even though she’d never had sex before, she craved it right now with him. But the Alpha did something strange. Instead of spreading her wider and easing himself into her, he gathered her into him, crushing his weight on top of her. Rolling down the fabric on her neck that she forgot was even there, he pressed his nose onto her skin and inhaled.
She smiled at the hoarse sound of his pleased moan and when he settled on top of her, breathing her in, she let the drowsiness of her exhaustion drift her into dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Akoro. That was his name.
The name of the Alpha who had wrestled her to the ground only to give her the most incredible orgasm with only his mouth. A wave of shame swept through her, mortified by her behavior—thrashing and trembling under him and wanting more. This was the Alpha who had kidnapped and brutally tortured her and was planning to invade her home. She’d told herself her attraction to him wouldn’t get in the way, but somehow the sparring yesterday had turned into something raw, sinful, and volatile. It was surprising he hadn't fucked her right there on the flat sand, and it annoyed her that if he had, she would have reveled in it.
She'd woken up back in her cart in the early morning, the camp preparing to travel. The usual women came to replace her squat pot, give her breakfast, and take her to bathe. She scrubbed the Alpha’s lingering scent from her skin, hoping that the women who escorted her couldn't smell it. It was embarrassing enough that she had craved it, luxuriated in the feeling he gave her, and came so hard in his mouth her whole body had seized, but it would be embarrassing for everyone else in the camp to know.
When the beast—no, Akoro—approached his nnirae, she’d stayed low in the cart, keeping her eyes averted,
As they traveled that day, Naya thought things through. She had agreed to help him, but right now she had no plan and no priorities. That would not work if she wanted to find a way out of here.
Yesterday Akoro had some kind of device that had flattened the sand into suitable fighting pitch and created a dome that provided them with warmth and, she assumed, privacy. Surely, the noise of their weapons and his roar, and… their sex would have woken the camp. It was windy enough for the sounds to carry, so the dome must've had a dampening effect too. She’d seen that stone when he'd taken her, and she was convinced it was the key to getting back home through a portal.
That night Akoro didn’t come to her cart. Naya was partly relieved and partly disappointed, but she shoved the disappointment down to the pit of her stomach. She didn't sleep, keen to avoid the nightmares and any reason for him to visit.
After two nights of no visits, she settled into the rhythm of travel. The healer didn’t need to check her for lingering pain anymore but encouraged her to keep drinking the tmae. Her escorted walks were the highlight of her days—she enjoyed seeing the nnirae and getting to stretch.
On the third night, she was exhausted enough to sleep with no nightmares, but in the middle of the night, the dome above her disappeared; Akoro climbed in. The cart was large, but not big enough for an Alpha. She tried to get up, but he was already straddling her body, his knees on either side of her, pinning down her arms.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
He said nothing, the wildness in his eyes as hungry and intense as when they fought.
Naya struggled against his weight. "Let me up."
