“Okay.”
She turned to look at him, her violet eyes catching and holding his gaze. He never wanted to look away.
“Okay, you’ll do it?”
He laughed, and the sound startled him. For a second, he wanted to retreat back to his house just to catch his bearings again. When was the last time he’d laughed?
Devin forced himself back into the moment. “I don’t know what you want yet. How can I agree or disagree?”
“You said okay.”
He wanted to wring her neck. Well, maybe not wring it…maybe lick it all over. “I meant okay, I would listen to what the different kind of favor you wanted was.”
“Would you perhaps consider fucking me?”
Devin had never been stunned into silence before, but that was just what her words did to him. It wasn’t the phrasing that made him speechless, although hearing those words come out of little Lena’s mouth did stagger him a bit. No, it was the damn images that her suggestion evoked.
By the gods that sustained them, he could see it now. He would bend her over the table and…. “Are you out of your mind?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Do I smell crazy to you?”
He rolled his eyes. “Are you always so literal?”
“Here’s the thing.” She’d clearly chosen to ignore his question. “I thought you were my mate my entire life, well nearly my entire life.”
“Yes, I know that.” And the feeling in his stomach when she said it again was not concern for her feelings or her sanity, but something far more carnal in nature.
“And you say you don’t have the same sense about me. Fine. That really, really sucks. In a million, billion years, I never thought I’d be an unmated Female.”
“It’s not the end of the world.” Lots of people didn’t mate. She could still have a husband and little Wolves. She just wouldn’t have that feeling that everyone described. He didn’t know it personally, but apparently you got it when it happened. “Or maybe you will find your true mate. It’s just not me.”
“No, you’re my mate even if I’m not yours.” She put her hands on her hips. “Look, am I so disgusting you don’t think you can get it up long enough to stick your cock in me?”
Devin jumped back like she’d struck him. “Lena, language.”
“Why do you care how I speak? I’m not your problem. Here’s the truth: I spent fifteen years waiting for you. Because I thought I was mated, I never had sex with anyone else.”
He raised his eyebrows at her announcement. They were Wolves. As a rule, they liked to have intimate relations. A lot. Once they paired, they only had them with their mate. But before that, hell, it was a good old romping time. Especially with every eligible Male over eighteen having to go serve in the Dragon wars.
“You’re a virgin?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d met anyone who hadn’t taken the plunge.
“That’s right. It’s not like I don’t know how to handle my own pleasure. I would fantasize about you all the time and touch myself, but I’ve never done it with anyone else.”
By the gods! “Lena….”
“This is going to be my whole life. The house is crumbling down around me. It will only get worse. My father will finish Declining and go to the woods to stay a Wolf until he dies. Then we will officially have to leave here. I’ll be responsible for my mother. Alone, mateless, and sad.”
Lena’s little speech prompted more questions he’d like to ask her, but she kept talking. “So, for once in my life I’d like to get fucked. Can you do it, or should I go find someone else?”
She wasn’t dressed as she’d been the first time he’d spoken to her. Gone were her sexy little clothes, and instead she wore the uniform of a hard working, tough girl. But her violet eyes were the same. They screamed intelligence and fortitude. He wished he could really revel in her scent. If only his nose would turn back on.
“Would you really go find someone else?”
Lena nodded. “Since I don’t have a mate, in a heartbeat.”
His cock jumped to attention. This was the first real chance at sex since he’d come back from his imprisonment. He knew that part of his anatomy hungered to be used. Apparently, the Dragons hadn’t managed to kill everything that made him a Werewolf.
“Are you going to get the wrong impression of things? Just because we have sex, or fuck as you so delicately put it, doesn’t change anything between us.”
She waved her hand. “You know what? Forget you. Get out of here. I have cakes to make.”