Chapter 10

Zane

T he sweet scent of her arousal has my already rock-hard erection straining against my pajama pants. All I want to do is roll her under me and plunge into her heated depths, but I know she's innocent and I don't want to scare her for all eternity by ravaging her like a wild animal. Reaching over, I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and say, "If I do anything you don't like or you're not comfortable with, you need to tell me, Emi."

When she nods in agreement, I continue. "Sweetheart, I need the words. I also want to know if you want me to describe what I'm about to do or if you just want to experience it."

Heat courses in her face and I realize my sweet mate might have a naughty side, which has me smirking. I'm willing to bet all the books she's read, combined with her having vision for the first fifteen years of her life, has led to a vivid imagination. As I wait for her response, I watch the expressions that she can't hide and breathe a sigh of relief when she says, "I'll tell you if something bothers me, Zane. And um… if you'd let me know what you're going to do, that would be great. Can I… can I feel your face?"

Her question shocks me, then I realize it's her way of ‘seeing' me, so I say, "Yeah, sweetheart."

She throws me for a complete loop when she rolls so I'm on my back and she's now straddling me, the heat from her core pressing against my aching cock. She leans down and I lean up slightly to capture her lips with mine. I do this for two reasons; one, I want to kiss her again, and two, it'll help her figure out where I'm at, which she picks up on when I feel her hands cup my face.

Gentle fingers run through my hair before they trace each of my features one at a time. The action is so innocent yet sensual, I find myself biting back a moan, not wanting to scare her. When she reaches my jaw, I chuckle because the underside is ticklish, which makes her giggle as well.

"Good to know you're sensitive there," she murmurs, leaning closer. "Can I still explore?"

"Emi, you can do whatever you feel comfortable doing. Nothing's off limits."

"Okay," she whispers.

Her fingers are now caressing my chest, running through my chest hair, which isn't overwhelming, but I'm also not one of those men who manscapes or whatever the hell it's called. I mean, I trim around my cock, but that's more for comfort than anything. It's a pain in the ass to get sweaty balls and keeping things neat means it's not as hard to deal with during the hot, humid summer months.

"You've got soft hands," I tell her, "and they feel good touching me."

They actually feel better than good, if I'm truly being honest, but she takes the praise and runs with it.

"You're very strong," she replies, her hands now running across my shoulders and down my arms to my hands. "And your hands are calloused and big."

A chuckle bursts through at her words as I reach up with one of my hands and cup her jaw in my hand. "Been doing my job a long time, Emi, and even with gloves, my hands work hard."

"I don't mind them, Zane. I think they're going to feel very good against my skin," she admits.

"Let's find out," I whisper, reaching for the hem of her pajama set. "I'm going to take your top off now, Emi, is that okay?"

"Yes." Her voice is breathy, and I can see her nipples protruding already, so I know her desire is increasing, much as mine is doing.

Once I have her top off and have tossed it to the side of the bed, I reach up and lightly run my hands down her arms to her waist, watching as goosebumps cover her skin. "You're beautiful, Emi," I say. "Your skin is lightly tanned, your breasts are full with dusky pink nipples, and I think I can span your waist with both of my hands."

She giggles even as she flushes from her chest to her cheeks and replies, "You've got big hands, so probably so."

I see a few white lines and realize they're probably scars from the injuries she suffered years ago. Still, they don't detract from her overall beauty, which is far more than her looks. She has an innate kindness that shines through in her actions, something I've witnessed firsthand these past few days since she was in the hospital.

"Let's see," I tease, raising my hands to her waist. She continues to giggle as I easily span her waist with room to spare. "Yep, no issues at all."

"I had a hard time after the accident and lost a lot of weight. Too much, actually, and I know with all the extra shifts I've been working, I'm underweight again," she quietly admits.

"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, Emi. No matter how tiny or how big you get, I'm still going to be enamored with you. Your weight doesn't define you at all, my only concern is you staying healthy, so if I need to hound you about eating to keep you from becoming ill, I'll do so."

She grins but doesn't say anything. Instead, she once again shocks me when she leans down and rubs her breasts against my chest. Electrical impulses zing through me at the contact and I can't control the groan that slips through. Immediately, she pulls back, horror on her face as she asks, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetheart, you feel good rubbing up against me. I think I'm feeling the effects of you being my mate."

"I feel something when we're like this, but I didn't think humans felt a mating pull," she replies.

"They're not supposed to," I muse. "But who knows? Are you done exploring?"

A sexy laugh erupts from her lips as she shakes her head. "No, but I think I'd like you to take over since I'm way out of my comfort zone now."

Reaching up, I pull her down so I can kiss her, her lower body grinding against my pulsing cock. At this rate, she's going to have me coming in my sleep pants, but I suspect I'd recover quickly enough she wouldn't know.

Except… I'd tell her because I think she needs to know the effect she's having on me.

Her sexy little mewls are ramping up my desire, as my hands begin caressing her bare back. I can feel her arousal getting stronger and know the front of my sleep pants are now damp as well, and I fucking love it. Rolling until she's on her back and I'm on my side, I throw my leg between hers and gently cup her breast.

She lets out a whoosh of air as I lean in and flick my tongue across her nipple. Already distended, it seems as though it grows impossibly harder as I close my lips around it and suck. "Oh!" she exclaims, her hands going into my hair and lightly tugging. "That feels good," she moans out, her legs moving restlessly.

"Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Your hair's all tousled around your head, your breasts are heavy and swollen with desire, and I can feel how wet you are through your pajama bottoms. And all of it is for me," I murmur, raising my head slightly. "You ready for more?"

"Yes," she hisses out, her face filled with wonder at the sensations that are undoubtedly coursing through her right now.

"Okay," I reply, sitting up and then straddling her lower body. Slowly, keeping an eye on her, I slide her bottoms off until she's laying bare before me. I can see her arousal slickening her thighs and my mouth waters.

"Emi, will you spread your legs for me? I want a taste," I ask, and watch her face flush even as she obeys my request. "Beautiful," I murmur, seeing the evidence of her desire glistening between her folds.

"Um, okay," she whispers. I can tell she's a little concerned, but she shouldn't be because I'm going to fully enjoy myself.

Often, I hope.

Scooting down, I settle between her thighs and notice she's now tense. Running my hands up and down her legs, I place kisses up and down them until I feel her relax, then I flick my tongue against her clit. She squeals and her head comes up to stare down at me. While I know she can't see me and it's probably just a reflex, I hum my approval. I wish she could see what she's doing to me; my cock is so hard it could probably fell a tree if it was sharp.

I settle in and begin my oral assault against her waiting core. Her moans and sighs are music to my ears as I insert my index finger and begin slowly moving it in and out of her hot, tight sheath. After several minutes, I add a second one because I'm not a small man and I don't want to cause her too much discomfort when I finally enter her.

"God, Zane, I… I don't know what to do, it feels so good," she moans out.

"Just feel, sweetheart," I reply. "You're fucking delicious, Emi, so I hope like hell you're enjoying this because I definitely want to do it again."

A light, tinkly giggle surrounds me as she relaxes even more to my ministrations, and I realize she was still nervous. Maybe she didn't think I was enjoying what I was doing? Doubling my efforts, I increase the pace of my fingers, while I concentrate on her clit. It's not long before I can feel her pussy begin to flutter and I know she's about to soar. "Let go, Emi," I murmur against her clit and with a keening cry, she arches her back and her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers, almost causing me to blow, knowing how she's going to feel when she does that to my cock.

I ease her back down, quickly removing my pajama bottoms before I crawl up so I'm hovering over her body. Leaning in, I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I shouldn't have worried that she would freak out tasting herself because she is giving as good as she's getting.

"You ready for more?" I ask against her ear. At her nod, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly begin entering her, watching for any signs of pain.

She shocks me once again when she opens her legs even further the deeper I get. When I'm finally seated inside, she wraps her legs around my waist while running her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. "I feel so full," she says, grinning up at me. "And I may not have done this before, but I've listened to enough books, and I think you're supposed to move now."

I bark out a chuckle as I reply, "I can do that, Emi."

Long slow thrusts soon have sweat beading down my forehead to drop onto her face, making her giggle. She's an active participant, thrusting her hips upward as I plunge inside and within minutes, all I can hear is our breathing against the slapping of our skin together. I can already tell that this orgasm is going to be one of the best I have ever had so when I feel her pussy start to flutter, I reach between us and with my thumb, I start stroking her clit.

"Gonna mark you now, mate," I rumble out, my incisors already extending.

"Okay," she pants out as her nails dig into my ass.

When her orgasm hits, I strike, biting between her shoulder and neck, and as our mate bond is consummated, I feel every ounce of cum that's in my body practically explode inside of her. I lean back slightly and lick the area I bit to seal the mark, then watch the wonder cross her expression at the sensations coursing through both of us.

As my forehead drops to lean against hers, I gently kiss her and whisper, "That was phenomenal, Emi. Never felt anything like it before."

"I agree. I know I don't have anything to compare it to, but wow is all I can say, Zane."

"Let me clean you up, sweetheart, then we'll get some sleep."

"Okay," she agrees, her eyes at half-mast. She looks sated and my lion preens inside of me at how we cared for our mate.

By the time I come back and clean her up, she's asleep. Still, I take care of her, then carefully pull her into my arms where I fall off to sleep.

"You're beautiful."

I hear her voice and slowly wake up, unsure why she's saying something like that. When I glance at her, I see her eyes on my face and her smile is so blinding, I wonder what's going on.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Zane, I can see you," she whispers.

"What?" I realize I'm coming out of a sound sleep, but hearing those words has me doubting myself.

"I woke up to go to the bathroom and realized I was able to see again!" she exclaims. "The doctors always said there was no reason that I shouldn't be able to see. They thought my vision would return when my mind had healed enough or something like that. I guess us mating did that, isn't it wonderful?"

"It's a miracle, but not because I was worried about having a blind mate," I reply. "Because it'll open up your life even more than you've already done on your own, Emi."

"I don't even know what to think or say right now either," she says. "I know it's still early in the morning, so we can go back to sleep, of course, but when I was able to see you, I couldn't help but tell you what I thought. Oh, and is it normal for mates to feel the other's heartbeats and sense their emotions?"

"No clue since I've never been mated before. But probably, because right now, I can tell you're excited and happy, but also a bit nervous."

"The nervousness is about Paul. I know they haven't found him yet. Zane, what if he finds out I didn't die in the fire and comes after me again?"

A low growl erupts from my throat at her words. "It will be the last mistake he makes," I manage to bite out since my teeth have elongated in preparation for a shift.

"Oooo, what big teeth you have, grandma," she teases, badly using the lines from Red Riding Hood's story.

"The better to eat you with, my dear," I reply, "only I think you'd prefer my tongue to my teeth."

"Zane!" she squeals as I roll her over on top of me. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing what your preference is, of course," I tell her as I lower her pussy down toward my mouth.