She didn’t wait to see how he took her words, didn’t wait to see the look on his face. All she knew was that she needed to show him. She needed somewhere to put the feeling that rose up inside of her, that was fighting its way out. She couldn’t keep it inside anymore.
Sliding down his body she nipped at his chest and stomach, pressing her face into his warm, taut skin. And when she didn’t stop at his hips, when she kept scooting lower, gripping him with her fingers, Solar knotted his hands in her hair.
“Zara,” he warned her.
But she didn’t listen. She’d never done this before but she wasn’t tentative. She’d had enough of being shy and scared to last her a lifetime. Not with Solar. Never with Solar. She was never going to melt into the background of Solar’s life. She was going to be in the front, in technicolor. Gripping the base of his erect cock with one hand, Zara impaled her warm, wet mouth with it. Swallowing as much of him down as she could in one swift swoop.
Solar’s hips came up off the bed. “Fuck,” he groaned and his hand in her hair tightened.
Zara let him slide a little bit out of her mouth and swirled the head with her tongue, sucking with her mouth and rubbing him with her hand. He was so big that she couldn’t take all of him by a long shot, but she was determined to make it so good that he would know exactly how she felt about him. Zara worked him up and down in her mouth and she could feel him rising toward ecstasy. His breathing was ragged and fierce, his hips moved in little involuntary motions as she worked him with her mouth.
“You’re mine,” he bit out and she looked up at him, nodded her head. “You’re mine, Zara.” This time he held her head in place and moved his hips, fucking into her mouth.
His eyes were dilated and his movements rough. “Mine. Mate. Forever. Mine.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust of his hips into her. Suddenly, his face tightened and Zara tried to bear down on him, keep him in her mouth, but he had other ideas. Swiftly flipping her onto her back, Solar reared up over her, and exploded over her stomach. Pressing himself into her, and jerking against her.
“Wife,” he gasped and panted as his warm, wet pleasure spilled out over her. “You’re my wife.”
He collapsed next to her and the two of them laid in silence, only their breath punctuating the still air.
“Wow,” he murmured. “I’m pretty sure we just lost our minds.” He propped up on his hand and gave her a shy little grin. “Was this okay with you?” He gestured to the mess he’d made of her stomach.
Zara laughed and grinned back at him. “I mean, we probably won’t be able to tell other people about the way we got engaged but…”
Solar threw his head back and laughed. He hopped out of bed and grabbed a towel. He wetted it with water from her tureen and came back to her, quickly cleaning her up. “I thought you never wanted another husband,” he said. His eyes drew hers and she sighed.
“I think I was still equating the word husband with Dalyer.” She looked off into the distance. “It honestly never occurred to me that I could want to be mates with someone. That I could be a wife to someone who respected me.”
“What about someone who loves you?’
The words froze Zara in place. He loved her. Holy crap. “I love you, too!” she burst out, practically screaming it, before she slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, I meant to be a little calmer about that.”
Again, Solar laughed. He tugged her hands away from her mouth and kissed and kissed her. They kissed so long they forgot dinner. They kissed so long they drifted into sleep, forgetting, for a moment, the danger that was stretched out before them.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Solar gritted his dragon fangs together and resisted the urge to roar. Roaring wouldn’t solve anything. Except for the gnawing in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to roar loud enough to shake the mountain down. They’d been bushwhacking through the Shina Mountains for almost two days and Solar missed the jungle. He hated the cold of the mountain, he hated the skinny trees and how you could always see the sky. But mostly he hated that Dalyer could be around any outcropping or valley. And that Zara was just there. Exposed. Vulnerable. There.
She should be back in the jungle, netting fish, building campfires, helping salamanders from one branch to the next. But instead she was here, walking beside him, looking good enough to eat and making him want to roar until his throat died. But of course he couldn’t do that. This was a stealth mission after all.
But Zara just looked so delicate. So sweet. So human. The rest of the Surgere had shifted already. She was the only one left in her human form. Her fertility scent was much more potent in her human form and that’s what they were using to lure Dalyer from hiding. But it certainly didn’t help matters that Zara smelled so good that he wanted to pin her down and put about a thousand babies in her. She had to have one of the strongest fertility scents that he’d ever smelled.