Oh.
I break out in a relieved smile. Talking! Sometimes more effective than punching.
And he just needed a second because saying what he needs is hard, but he’s doing it anyway for my sake.AndI’ve scrambled his brains, so.
The sight of my brilliant smile causes Zan to mutter something under his breath that I don’t catch, and he pulls me back to him and kisses me fiercely.
When he finally draws back, he opens his mouth to say something and I put a finger on his lips, momentarily silencing him.
“Whatever you want, Zan,” I tell him simply. “This is your mating, too.”
He growls, “It’s alsoyours, Yora.”
“Yes, but I don’t know anything about sex, and anyway I’m super confident that whatever makes you happy is going to make me happy.”
Zan glares at me. “What if I want to possess you entirely?” His hands slide up to my breasts, palming them like they belong tohim, and I arch into the touch. “What if I want toclaimyou, on your hands and knees—”
“Yes,” I breathe, moving so I’m just over him, so that when he decides to—
Zan thrusts straight up into me.
He doesn’t get all the way in, but even the tip of him inside me, beginning to enter me, makes me gasp.
And it isunforgiveablethat I should have to wait a second longer for him.
I twist my hands, increasing my aura between us as he slides in a little deeper, and I moan at the sensation.
Zan’s hips jerk beneath me, withdrawing, and before I can protest, he has rolled them beneath me, slowly, pressing in once more, his hands pinching my nipples at the same time.
I arch, trying to take him deeper, and my legs oblige, sinking me down further onto him.
“I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you,” Zan says, working himself into me, inch by inch. “Untouchable, but beautiful. But my idea of you was so laughably insubstantial faced with the reality of you. All these years, I didn’t know what you’d be like, I didn’t know if every moment would be a fight with you—”
“It will be,” I whisper.
I am who I am.
“AndI want it,” Zan growls in a voice that has me opening a little more with a small gasp. “I didn’t know that a challenge to pick blackberries could make me hard. I didn’t know that matching you onpurpose—whether it’s with feeding or flying or fighting or fucking—would make me even more godsdamnferalfor you.”
I can’t form words. The feel of him penetrating deeper into me, combined withhiswords washing over me, is too much.
“You make me sound like I’m selfless, but it’s the opposite, Yora,” Zan says as he begins to thrust with a steady pace, driving inexorably deeper as his words do the same. “Everything I do is to hold you closer, to try to make you as obsessed with me as I am with you. Because everything you do, the unbelievable reality of you,sharpensme.”
Zan thrusts into me again, harder.
“You never back down from a fight that needs to happen, whether it’s trying something new or risking your own self.”
Deeper.
“You don’t shy away from who you are and all that means, and you look at everyone else like we are exactly as we should be, not broken or lesser or insignificant.”
Stronger.
“You refuse to accept less for anyone else, and you’re so incandescent you make them believe they deserve better too.”
Oh.Oh, now I see.
He wants mebecauseof my wrath. Not in spite of it.
