Page 157 of Voidwalker
At her urging, he fiercened: fingers dragging knots in her hair, a clamp of teeth on her neck. With it, a spike of adrenaline that threatened to buckle her legs. The ache was everything she’d wanted, that pleased growl in Antal’s throat, the growing hardness where his hips pressed hers.
He pushed her onto the bed. Antal’s claws ran the curves of Fi’s ribs, a knee slipped between her legs. She pressed against him with a moan.
“Oysen yzri,” she pleaded, the strange syllables delicious on her tongue. “Fuck me.”
A delighted grin curled Antal’s lips.
“Yzi ex oysi yzu,” he purred against her. “Va yzu na sansu.”
Void. Let him talk like this more often. Even without translation, the words tumbled like music through Fi’s chest.
Deft claws removed her sweater. Next, the lacy bra she’d tempted him with earlier. Fi shuddered as warm palms brushed down her waist. In the dim light, she could barely make out the silhouette above her, yet of course he could see every detail.
His rough tongue traced the line of her collarbone. Down her chest. Around the curve of a breast. Too soft.
“Harder,” Fi urged.
The clamp of teeth to such a tender place made her writhe.One brush into pain, a jolt that sent her arcing against him. She cried out and dug fingers through his hair, bracing against the base of his antlers. A lighter moan, as he swept his tongue over her tender nipple.
Again, Antal paused. He weighed her beneath him with devouring eyes, arms caging her head, tail swaying like a cat eager to pounce.
“Fionamara. Should I fuck you like a human? Or like a daeyari?”
Fi’s lust-dizzied thoughts weren’t coherent enough to dissect what that meant right away. She dug back to a conversation they’d had weeks ago, a tense walk through the woods when they’d barely known one another.
Daeyari don’t fall easily onto our backs, Antal had told her.We fight, to see who will end up on top. Fi’s breath was a shiver of anticipation.
“You’ll win,” she complained.
“Most likely,” Antal returned with a grin.
Let him have her. This daeyari was as dangerous as all the stories said, just in no way Fi was prepared for. In no way she wanted to avoid. An abyss to tumble into.
She wouldn’t go down easily.
Fi gripped both his antlers and heaved. It took all her strength to roll him, a flail of tail and lean muscle, claws seeking purchase against the furs of her bed. Even once she sat atop him, thighs straddling his waist, aware of every tense muscle and harder anatomy between her legs, Antal looked up at her with an insulting smirk.
“A spirited start,” he praised. “Though lacking finesse.”
“Are you offering to teach me?”
A mistake.
He gripped her bare waist and twisted. Fi braced a knee,fighting to hold her high ground, but he pinned her on her back. Her legs kicked futilely against the furs, Antal’s mouth a blaze as he dragged commanding nips down her neck.
She realized too late, this wasn’t a contest of strength. And Antal fought dirty.
As Fi wriggled free of his grasp, he ran his hands down the length of her, fingers prickling with energy, not missing an inch of tender stomach or hip. As she tore off his shirt, he pressed her down into the bed, the bare skin of his chest hot and flush against hers. She nearly managed to top him again—only for the beast to rear beneath her, a nip to her breast that sent her sinking back to the sheets with a moan. His hands like vices. His mouth like a weapon.
The hazard wasn’t fighting him. It was fighting herself from giving in.
Fi loved it. She loved the rasp of Antal’s breath, the fervor of their tangled limbs.
His fangs clamped the soft curve of her waist.Hard. Fi shrieked at the pain.
Antal jerked back immediately. He looked her over with wide, worried eyes, breaths heavy. After her surprise abated, Fi laughed at this creature, so soft beneath his facade of claws. She seized the distraction, launching herself into a snarling tackle. He fought, but she held him down, thighs pinning his hips, hands tight on his antlers.
“Don’t worry about me,” she goaded. “I’ll take whatever you can throw at me, daeyari.”
