Page 351 of Halfblood Deceived

Aella bit her lip. “The potions should be more than enough to prevent any pregnancies, right?”

Zeydan nodded. “Yes. But that’s not why I am asking.” He ran his hands up and down her thighs. “How would you feel more comfortable?”

How does he know? Aella wondered. Self-consciousness threatened to break through her post-orgasmic high, but she shoved it back into its box. “I’d prefer a condom.”

Zeydan leaned to give her a quick kiss and then stood. “Alright.” He left toward the bathroom.

Aella sat up slightly to admire his wolf tattoo, the way his muscles shifted under his skin, and his perfect, perfect backside.

He turned to give her a wink over his shoulder before going inside the bathroom.

She smiled, looking around the dimly illuminated room, inhaling the mix of their scents, not quite believing she was living that moment.

Zeydan returned a few seconds later with condoms and the small jar of transparent gel.

Aella’s pulse ratcheted. This was happening. Finally happening. Part of her still couldn’t believe it.

Zeydan tilted his head. “Everything alright?”

She nodded.

He sat next to her.

“I don’t know that brand,” she blurted.

Zeydan turned to look at her.

Aella’s face was so hot that she feared she’d start oozing smoke. “I mean, I did some research.”

“The company that makes these products is owned by supernaturals, so the brand is not that popular,” Zeydan explained as he opened one of the small packets. “These are magicked, so they are more resilient and can last more than one round. Because our stamina is different from humans.”

Aella flushed. “I see.”

Zeydan smiled and put on the condom in no time. Then he took a dollop of lube from the jar with one finger and gently slid it inside Aella, massaging with expert precision.

“Zeydan,” she breathed out. “I’m ready.”

He smiled. “I’m glad, gorgeous. Come here, then.”

Aella blinked. “What?”

He kissed her knee. “I want you on top of me. I want you to ride me. If you feel like indulging me, of course.”

Aella’s throat went dry. She was standing on shaky legs and sitting astride him two seconds later. She couldn’t deny him much when he asked her things in that heated, shameless tone. And considering his satisfied grin, she had the feeling he knew that.

Zeydan guided her hips with the minimum of pressure, giving her the opening to stop, but Aella didn’t want to stop. He took himself in one hand and pressed inside her that first inch. Aella pushed down, leading him all the way in, gasping at the heat and the pressure.

He stayed still, measuring her reaction.

She did the same, focusing inwardly. Her heart was beating like a drum, the reverberations of her pulse were stronger in her neck, lips, chest, and where their bodies were joined. And the way he felt inside her, hot and so hard, and so right…

There was no speck of doubt in Aella’s mind. No room for anything that wasn’t the feverish hunger burning in her core. Guiding herself by instinct, she moved.

Zeydan exhaled, mouth parting to reveal the tips of his lengthened fangs and head falling back. “Goddess, you feel so perfect. So hot. Aella.”

She sank her fingers into his hair and kissed him.

Zeydan kissed back, his hands going from her thighs to her hips, waist, and breasts. He kissed down her throat, circling her nipples with his thumbs. His fangs brushed against her skin with gentle, tempting pressure.

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