Ezra’s P.O.V
I looked at Zoya, and a warm feeling of happiness washed over me. Seeing her open up and share her feelings with me was a beautiful sight, and it made my heart swell with joy.
I knew that, just like me, she was carrying emotional baggage of her own, and she was scared of being hurt after being in pain for a very long time. She didn't want to open up, and I understood that.
For so long, I had patiently waited, giving her the space she needed to trust me, and now, it was finally happening.
‘I love you…Ezra. I love you.’
She finally told me what I had been waiting to hear from her for so long. She finally felt the same.
Her vulnerability was a precious gift, one that I knew she didn't give lightly. I could see the strength it took for her to share her fears and worries, and it only deepened my admiration for her.
I felt honored. And I was glad that I had a human mate who didn’t instantly feel the pull of the mating bond like most wolves, because it had given me the chance to know her better, understand this complex, yet beautiful woman that I could now call mine.
I wanted to hold her close, to reassure her that she was safe with me and that I would never leave her side. I wanted to tell her that I cherished her and that her happiness meant everything to me.
As I pulled away from the kiss, my lungs burning from deprivation of air, I leaned my forehead against her, my voice a hoarse whisper when I spoke.
"From now on," I panted still, holding her in my arms. "I want you to tell me your thoughts. You know that I can sense your emotions, but I don’t know what you're thinking, what you want…what’s troubling you. So tell me. Let me know so I can take care of you.”
Her eyes met mine as she nodded her head slowly. "Okay." She whispered.
But then I scented her arousal in the air, saw the desire in her eyes as she bit her lips, her eyes going to my lips before meeting mine once again.
“Let’s head back.” I told her hoarsely, before jumping down from the hood and helping her down as well.
The journey back to the cabin felt excruciatingly slow, even though I was driving as fast as I could. The air scented with the musk of Zoya’s arousal, mingling with my own as my shaft strained inside my pants, wanting release.
In her cabin, as soon as she closed the door behind her, I pressed her against the door, hoisting her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist.
Zoya let out a small squeal of surprise, but wrapped her legs around my hips tightly, and her arms around my neck. My cock rubbed against her abdomen through the confines of our clothes, letting her know just how aroused I was.
I didn’t have the patience to go all the way to the bedroom, so the kitchen counter was the closest thing I could find that felt like the perfect height. Carrying her to it, I sat her down on top of the counter and then I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her hungrily until we were both out of breath.
She was wearing a skirt that reached her knees, so I could easily lift it up and run my hands up her thighs, rubbing her clit through her underwear, while my other hand kept her back supported.
She unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside, taking hers off as well. She kept her bra on for now, though it was slightly askew, and her nipples peeked out from the bottom. I loved it when Zoya got wild and impatient. I loved knowing that I could drive her crazy just like she did with me.
I went back to kissing her plump, wet lips, and she moaned into my mouth as I shifted her panties out of the way and inserted two fingers inside of her wet heat, feeling her inner muscles squeeze my fingers instant.
Fuck! She was soaking wet!
While I used two fingers to scissor her pussy, adjusting her to my size, I placed my thumb against her clit and massaged gently, applying pressure to that little bundle of nerves to intensify the pleasure. And it didn’t disappoint. I felt her moan into the kiss, her back arching off as she seemed to be caught offguard.
“Do you like that?” I broke the kiss to whisper against her ears, before leaving wet kisses down the slender column of her neck.
She nodded slowly, her hands trembling as her head fell back. I caught her just in time so she didn’t hurt herself.
"Do you wanna try doing it while standing?" I asked with a smirk as I left what would later be hickeys on her neck.
Zoya’s eyes snapped open as she looked at me in shock, before nodding slowly. “Okay.”
When I took out my fingers from inside her, they were glistening. I wanted to taste her, but the urge to be inside her was far greater. So I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and let her toss them aside, leaving her in only her bra and skirt.
Zoya reached behind her to unhook her bra, before tossing it aside as well and I used that opportunity to unbuckle my belt and pulled my boxers down, my cock already rock hard as it stood against my abdomen.
With my hands on her waist, I pulled her down from the counter to stand on her feet, before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, letting it drop to the floor.
“Bend over with your hands on the counter,” I instructed and watched her follow my orders, her long hair braided down her back.
I pushed her legs apart with my feet before taking a moment to admire her from behind. Fuck! The sight of her bend over in front of me…it made my dick throb with an overwhelming need that I couldn’t ignore any longer.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I was about to hit home when I paused at the remembrance that we didn’t use protection.
"Condoms?" I asked.
"No," she said with an adamant shake of her head. “You can pull out. I want you inside me now, Ezra!”