Page 20 of Claimed By the Drakarn Warrior Lord

“Fuck it,” I muttered.

And then, like a dam breaking, I grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him forward, slamming my lips up to his in a kiss that tasted like battle and surrender all at once.

At first, Darrokar froze, a flash of surprise breaking through his storm-like intensity. But the hesitation lasted less than a heartbeat. Then he was kissing me back—ferociously, flawlessly, with a heat that burned away reason. His claws bit into the stone at my side, fingerscaging me even as his wings swept forward, shielding me completely from the outside world.

A growl rose from deep in his throat, vibrating through his chest and into mine. His lips were hot and firm against mine, his fangs grazing the edge of my bottom lip just enough to make me pull him closer, tighter, like gravity wasn’t strong enough to hold us together.

When I finally broke the kiss to breathe, we were both panting, bodies pressed so tightly there wasn’t space for air between us.

“Little warrior,” he rumbled, his voice laced with something I couldn’t pin down.

“Time for round two.”

NINE

TERRA

I snaked my hand around his neck and pulled him close, crushing our mouths together. This time, there was no hesitation—just pure, unadulterated need colliding between us.

Darrokar’s arms wrapped around me, one sliding low along my spine to pull me against him while the other tangled in my hair. The sharp tips of his claws scratched lightly at my scalp, sending a shiver rippling down my body that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with lust.

I arched into him, relishing how hard he felt beneath his thin training pants.

A growl escaped him as I nipped at his bottom lip, catching it gently between my teeth beforesoothing the sting with a swipe of my tongue. He groaned, a low rumble from deep within his chest. It vibrated against my ribs and sent bolts of energy sparking through my veins.

He released his grip on my waist only to bring both hands up, cupping either side of my face. His thumbs stroked across my jawline, tracing its contours reverently. The touch was surprisingly tender considering that he had claws that could tear me to shreds with one wrong move.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than you,” he murmured against my lips before dipping his head lower. His tongue traced a scorching path along my throat and collarbone while his fingers slid down over my shoulders until they reached the neckline of my borrowed armor top.

I sucked in a deep breath as those razor-sharp points trailed delicately across my skin. Even through the haze of desire, some distant corner of my brain marveled at how careful he was being with me.

There was only the hot stone of the training floor, and though this was Darrokar's private quarters, it wasn't exactly secluded. Anyone could walk in on us.

I couldn't care.

The world had narrowed to this moment: me, him, and his hands peeling away my clothes.

He tugged impatiently at the straps holding my armor together, fumbling clumsily with the fastenings in his haste to remove them from me entirely. Until, with a sexy growl, he tore through the straps with his claws, slicing them to ribbons.

If I had any survival instincts left, I'd be running right now. But it was too late. My pulse thundered against his lips.

“Terra …” He whispered my name like a prayer as he pulled back far enough for our eyes to meet once more—and what I saw burning within their depths took my breath away completely.

It wasn’t just lust or desire—it ran deeper than that somehow—older and wilder than anything I’d ever felt before in my life.

And it scared me how much I wanted it too.

His claws trailed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he traced every curve and dip of my body before finally coming to rest upon my hips. He gripped them firmly, possessively, drawing me even closer until there wasn’t so much as an inch separating us.

“Luvae," he growled, lips pressing against my neck.

I didn't know exactly what it meant, even with the translator, even after he'd used it so many times, but the word sent a shiver down my spine. I tilted my head back, offering him better access. His tongue traced patterns across my skin, leaving trails of fire wherever it touched.

I was on the ground before I realized he was laying me down, my legs spread and his hips nestled between them, his heavy weight pinning me in place. I could feel the hard length of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants and pressing insistently between my thighs.

The stone of the training floor was hot against my naked back, and the heat of Darrokar above me only intensified the sensation. It should've been uncomfortable, maybe even painful, but instead, I found myself arching into it, craving more of the delicious friction that was building between us.

He shifted slightly, angling himself so that his hips rubbed against mine in a way that made stars burst behind my eyes. "More," I panted, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his thick, dark hair. He obliged, grinding against me, his movements slow and deliberate and utterly intoxicating.

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