I remove my hand from his mouth.
His eyes are blazing.
“I do know you, Zan,” I tell him. “You are the only person I know like this, and the only person I have ever wanted to know like this. And there’s nothing wrong with my brain. Never has been.”
“I didn’t say that,” he says hoarsely.
“Youwere the one who helped me realize I could trust my gut, myself. Either I can trust my judgment or I can’t; you can’t have it both ways,” I tell him.
And I slide over him onto his lap.
He wants to be beneath me, rather than pressing me down?
I can get behind that.
With my hands on his shoulders, I give in and shake him gently.
“So when I tell you thatI want you, as deep as I can have you,” I say, “I mean it.”
Zan’s eyes go black.
Ohhh hang on—
“It’s honestly incredible how you keep saying things like that accidentally,” Zan says tightly.
“I mean, Ididmean that, but—”
His lips quirk. “I know, Yora. And I’m sorry. It is... difficult for me to believe, after so long, that someone might in fact choose me.”
“You’re going to have to start getting used to it,” I inform him.
His hands drop down to my hips. “So I see.”
I can feel him beginning to swell beneath me, and my core warms with it.
Chapter 20
I’mnotevendoinganything yet, but even just touching, my body wants more.
So does the rest of me.
But this also answers some questions but raises others.
“How does mating work, actually?” I ask. “Like I’ve been deepening the bond with my choices, but is that all there is to it?”
“No,” Zan says dryly. “I’m not translating the word as mating on accident.”
“Delighted to hear it,” I reply cheerfully, and Zan chokes out a laugh underneath me. Ha! Got him. “So is there a ritual to it, or a— Oh, hang on. Do you have to be in dragon form?”
“Given that I can feel the potential to bond with you, it must not be required,” Zan says, “but traditionally, yes, there’s a whole mating dance involved. Even if you learned to fly, I’m not sure we could do it. My size in dragon form is... larger.”
“I know your size is—Oh. Yes, that makes sense.” I glance down, trying to imagine how big a dragon cock would be, even as he swells a little more beneath me. “I’ve never seen a dragon penis? Where do you keep it?”
“Hidden,” Zan says in a slightly strained voice. “I can bring it out for... special occasions.”
“I guess you probably wouldn’t want it flapping around while you fly,” I say thoughtfully. “But that sounds like we might need to... practice? Before mating? I’ve never had sex before, and I don’t... I mean, I’m aware of the basic mechanics for humans, but—”
“Neither have I,” Zan says, “but male dragons are educated about sex with humans before leaving the eyrie. It’s to our advantage to be able to please a partner, after all, since even humans often don’t get pregnant on the first try. I am confident I can make it a good experience for you.”
