“Thing,” Lana finished.
She looked at him. His features appeared different to her; she liked the shape of his face and reached up to touch him on his square and humanly masculine jaw. She was surprised to find stubble there and laughed lightly.
Zain cocked his head.
“It’s just... I thought only humans had... that.”
Zain rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “Hair?” he asked.
Lana nodded.
“I will—”
“I like it,” she heard herself say, and a not-so-subtle thrill went through her when she saw that Zain’s red markings throbbed with a hot crimson color.
“So... Do you mean that I am pregnant?” Lana asked him. “And that...”
“It is the will of the gods of fertility, and one cannot ever be sure. But I am your mate. You are mine. And I will continue to mate with you until you are bred...”
Lana felt a twinge of disappointment for a moment, until Zain leaned close to her, and the tingling sensation traveled all over her body again. “And then I will continue to take you as I please. And you,” he breathed tenderly, “will be my obedient and submissive wife, giving me all the pleasure I desire.”
His breath traveled through her skin, down the length of her body, making her shiver with violent pleasure.
She looked at him, her mind wanting to say something, but the thoughts melting away in the incredible feeling overtaking her. Maybe she had wanted to say... what? She put a hand on Zain’s muscled arm, and another shiver of pleasure gripped her as she saw how his red markings glowed.
“Careful,” Zain growled. “Or I will have to take you again, my mate.”
Lana reclined, pushing her sweaty hair from her face. Just now, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to feel him inside of her again.
She let her hand drop, until it came to rest on his cock, and his amber eyes at once flashed with the consuming black of his hunger. “Atrix,” he growled in warning, but it was too late, he was covering her body with his, tossing the sheet aside. Within seconds her body was screaming out for him, her legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into the hard flesh of his back.
Time ceased to have any meaning as he filled her with his manhood, the hot flesh of his body wet against her own sweat-soaked skin. He began by taking her gently, breaking in her sore flesh with long strokes and making her legs tremble with wild desire. But his own passion consumed him, and soon he was thrusting deep inside of her as she came shamelessly, screaming and digging her fingernails into his back to disperse the intense pleasure that seized her. She felt the same tightness as his member swelled to its ball-like size, and Zain gathered her to him protectively, his body filling her completely, his arms around her, possessing her fully.
As the second of Zain’s orgasms worked its way through his body, Lana was stunned by the thoughts that seemed to boil in her head: maybe this was what she wanted. That it was what her body needed and wanted she could no longer dispute, but perhaps her mind could reconcile this life with the other desires she believed that she had. She could feel that Zain would take care of her, protect her, and possess her. She would bear his children, a thought that swam around inside of her to surprisingly calming effect.
She fell asleep in his arms, his fingers playing with her damp hair, her cheek to his strange, warm skin, the red glow fading slowly as his breathing, like hers became shallow, and finally, still.
