Damn. That felt so fucking good.
Zohar forced himself to change, knowing he had to talk to the woman he’d brushed off earlier and praying she’d listen. Standing naked before her beast, and not just physically, but emotionally too, Zohar inhaled deeply, dropping one of his massive hands to run his fingers through her thick fur.
“I apologize for earlier, Maisy,” he started then stopped, the words not coming easily. Her Wolf nudged him, urging him on. Zohar dropped to his knees, locking eyes with her beast. “In case you hadn’t figured it out . . . I don’t trust easily.”
Maisy’s Wolf huffed, a low rumble in her chest sounding as if she were saying “No shit,” and causing him to shrug. “Yes, I know, I was an ass and I’ve not dealt with any of this well. I guess I didn’t believe I deserved you, shit, I still don’t, but I also can’t deny what’s happening between us either. It took being in my Wolf form to realize the truth, one that it has been trying to tell me and which I’ve been ignoring. I hope you can forgive me, for I truly am sorry for upsetting you.”
Zohar stopped, unable to carry on because he simply did not have the words. He wasn’t equipped for this type of situation. Put a rogue in front of him and he’d deal with it, no problem. Add in an evil Alpha or two, yeah, he could handle that in the blink of an eye. But hand him a soulmate on a platter and his throat closed, his lungs forgot how to draw in air, and his heart felt as if it were being ripped out of his chest.
Damn. How did men deal with this crap?
His eyes closed, head dropping forward, as the magnitude of his failure swept over him. He’d be lucky if Maisy ever talked to him again far less allowed him to touch her and that’s exactly what he craved. His hands on her soft skin, running down her back to cup her ass to pull her against him. Shit, he couldn’t get that sight out of his mind but it was a mere dream . . . she’d never allow it . . . not after the way he’d acted.
He’d lost his one, his only, chance at happiness and it was his own damn fault.
He was lost in a haze of misery, imagining how it would feel if she returned his touch. Her soft fingers caressing his skin . . . wait . . . his eyes flew open to find Maisy kneeling before him, one hand tentatively on his broad chest.
“You’re not exactly one for romantic speeches. Are you? I’m not certain whether to slap your face or kiss you right now.”
Zohar reached up, covering her tiny hand with his. “I deserve the first but would prefer the latter.”
He waited, once again his breath caught in his throat, as she quirked an eyebrow. Fighting to keep his eyes on hers but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing down to take in the beauty of her body. Her perky breasts with taut nipples that he wanted to take into his mouth and lavish with his tongue . . . and that’s when she slapped him.
“Hey,” she snapped. “Eyes up here, big guy.”
“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly. “I couldn’t resist. You’re so fucking beautiful and I can’t believe you’re mine . . . you are mine . . . aren’t you?”
Zohar didn’t recognize his voice, doubt and fear seeping through in every damn syllable. Fuck. She’d brought him to his knees. Literally. And that wasn’t something he’d thought anyone could do, far less this tiny creature before him.
Maisy tilted her head, those impossibly deep pools of green gazing up at him in wonder. “I am.”
As soon as the words left her mouth he moved with supernatural speed, grasping her to him, his mouth lowering to cover hers in a searing kiss full of longing and desire. Her gasp of surprise quickly turning to a gentle moan when he dropped their bodies to the forest floor, as his hands started their journey of discovery.
His need to learn every inch of her skin running rampant through him. When she quivered as his thumb brushed across her nipple, his cock hardened to thick steel between them. Her hips bucking toward him when she felt his desire for her. His fingers trailing lower until he landed on her mound, probing gently between her thighs to find her moist already, and waiting for him.
Zohar’s desire rose to levels he’d never believed possible, every cell in his body afire with longing for the woman in his arms. Her tongue tangling with his as they explored each other’s mouths, soft moans getting lost as he swallowed them down hungrily. With each second they kissed, their connection to each other deepened, searing inside him and convincing him beyond any doubt that she was his. Her hands ran across his shoulders, one tangling in his hair, forcefully. She was stronger than she looked.
Maisy hooked one of her legs over his hip, which resulted in his cock sliding between her soft thighs. Zohar’s own groan sounding loud in his ears as the tip nudged against the entrance to her wet, warm, sheath. All he had to do was thrust his hips and his long, hard length would . . . no!
Zohar tugged his head back, gasping. “Maisy, no, we can’t do this here. I should take you home and do this, shit, I don’t know . . . properly?”
Maisy smirked, licking her lips. “Properly? What do you mean? You don’t know how to do it? Or the fact we’re in the forest, naked, turned on, and ready to mate.”
“Of course I know what to do,” Zohar retorted. “But, hell, you’re tiny and, well . . .”
Maisy’s hand reached between them, her hand grasping hold of his throbbing desire. “And you’re definitely not . . . tiny that is.”
“Exactly.” Zohar gasped as she
