35. VANYA: QUESTIONS

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Forgive me,” Ezra muttered repeatedly.
I remained silent but wrapped my arms around his neck to let him know that I had heard him. Shifting my hips slightly, I froze when I felt a tug from where our bodies were still joined.
Ezra shivered and gripped the sheets tighter next to my head.
When I moved again, I still felt it which made it clear that I wasn’t imagining things.
I thought back to the night with Obsidian—he always pulled out of me before he came. The first and only time he came in me was when we fucked in the woods.
Panic hit even though I tried to push it down. I slid my hands to the front of his chest and pushed. All Ezra did was lift his chest a little. I tried to buck him off next but froze when sharp teeth gripped my neck.
I held my breath and waited.
A few seconds passed before his grip loosened. Ezra raised his head and blinked down at me.
His eyes hard not only changed colour, but shape too. He was staring down at me with golden cat eyes. I swallowed and watched as he licked his lips. His lips parted, revealing sharp fangs and a red stain on one tip. He licked the blood and gave me a small apologetic smile.
“I broke skin,” he muttered. “I—”
“Ezra,” I interrupted as calmly as I could. “W-what. . .um. . .you’re stuck inside m-me.”
He blinked at me. “Stuck. . .oh!”
The confusion cleared from his face and his lips curled into a smile. “We are locked together until the swelling goes down.”
I swallowed. “S-swelling?”
Ezra’s smile faded and anger filled his eyes. The way his eyes changed colour with emotion intrigued me—it was something I’d never really noticed before.
“Our DNA is mixed, sugarplum. We’re only part human but the biggest part of us are animal, so we have a few. . .flaws. Our shafts swell when we ejaculate to lock us to the females.” He frowned at me. “I thought you knew about it since you’ve had sex with Obsidian.”
“I didn’t know.” I relaxed. “Obsidian pulled out before he came. The only time he ever came inside me was when we. . .had sex in the woods, but I passed out.”
Ezra growled. “He should be more considerate of your feelings.”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” I whispered as hurt flashed through me again.
My eyes dropped to Ezra’s chest where my hands still rested. I dragged my nails lightly over his skin and smiled when he sucked in a sharp breath. One nail brushed over his nipple, making his dick jerk. My eyes snapped up to his in surprise. Was he still hard?
“You just swell, right?” I questioned as thoughts flashed in and out of my mind. “You don’t have needles and shit, right?”
“Well. . .” he trailed off with a grimace.
“Oh god. You do have needles on your dick, don’t you?”
He hesitated and then nodded. “It’s small spikes. It will only hurt if you try to force me out of your body.” He paused. “Don’t fight me either.”
“Why?”
I had spikes stuck in my pussy. His dick had spikes. How the hell was that even possible? I hadn’t. . .felt them when he swelled.
“It makes our aggression levels rise,” he answered.
“Oh.”
It was hard to wrap my head around what he just told me.
Ezra was watching me silently. Probably waiting for me to start going mad.
I swallowed again and slid my hands up to grip his shoulders. If he hadn’t told me about it then I would never have know about it. When I didn’t think about it, it wasn’t so bad.
“I have another question,” I said softly.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again before I could ask him. “I didn’t mean for it to go like that. But when I entered you. . .” he trailed off with a little shiver and a wry smile.
I returned his smile. I couldn’t blame the guy. It was his first time.
“I’m not angry at you or anything. You lasted longer than I expected.”
Way longer than Bobby had lasted the time we had sex for the first time in the back of his truck. Two thrust clumsy thrust and Bobby was done.
I played with the strands of his hair at the nape of his neck.
“You didn’t come.” Ezra reached up brushed his fingertips along my jaw. “I’m really sorry.”
“You can make it up to me.”
“I will.”
His lips curled up into a wicked smile as he slowly moved. Ezra pressed a sort kiss to my lips before he sat up until he was on his knees between my legs. His hands slowly slid down my sides and to my hips where he gripped me firmly.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
His words confused me, but the confusing cleared when he started moving again. He barely moved his hips but the small movements were enough to make him move a little inside me.
We were still locked together, I could feel it by the slight pull inside my pussy, but it wasn’t painful at all.
It felt good.
Moaning, I licked my finger and then reached between my legs to rub my clit as he slowly started to fuck me again.

***

I blinked at my reflection in the mirror above the basin.
We had fallen asleep shortly after the second round. My full bladder had unfortunately forced me from bed, and as I sat on the toilet, my mind had decided to wake up too. My father’s words repeated over and over in my mind as I stared at my reflecting. I blinked again and then shook my head as I turned away.
My father had to be wrong. His sources had to be wrong.
Biting my lip, I entered the bedroom again and walked over to the discarded clothing on the floor. The first thing I picked up happened to be Ezra’s shirt. After only hesitating for a second, I pulled it on and turned to stare down at him.
Ezra was stretched out on his stomach, one arm under the pillow and the other hanging half off the bed.
Smiling, I looked my fill and then turned and headed out of the bedroom. It was deadly silent which had me wondering if Devrim and Obsidian had returned yet. I had no idea how late it was but surely they wouldn’t stay out the whole night?
The kitchen was my destination, but when I walked past the hall, I spotted the light on in one of the rooms. The hall contained three doors, the one that led to the basement, Devrim’s office and another one that led to a small bathroom. I changed direction but paused halfway there.
What if it was Obsidian in that room? I wasn’t ready to face him yet. The hurt he had caused was still too fresh.
But it wasn’t Obsidian I found in the room.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned against the doorframe and watched Devrim. He was sitting behind the big dark wooden desk, reading what looked like hand-written letters. He held the papers in one hand and clutched the edge of the desk with his other.
He was dressed which was a bit unusually. They mostly—with the exception of Obsidian—walked around in gym shorts.
I jumped when he suddenly slammed his fist down on the desk and growled. Devrim threw the papers away next and then jumped to his feet and went a bit further by swiping an arm across the desk and knocking everything to the floor.
He raised his head as he turned and froze when our eyes locked.
“Vanya,” he growled. “What are you doing up?”
I swallowed a few times before I straightened and took a step towards him. “I just wanted to get a glass of water.”
His nosed twitched. “And Ezra?”
“He’s sleeping.”
Devrim nodded and bent down to pick up the paper that he had thrown away. My eyes darted over the floor. I spotted a few pages by the edge of the desk.
I collected them and then straightened. Curiosity was something that I couldn’t get rid of, and something that had gotten me in trouble a lot when I was little. My eyes darted over the pages, making ice race through my veins.
“What the hell are you doing?” Devrim snarled as he ripped the papers from my hand. “Is this why you came here? To fucking snoop?”
“N-No, I—”
“Get out,” he yelled, pointing towards the door.
I blinked, shocked at his sudden show of temper. In all the weeks I’d known him, he never once yelled at me.
“I said get the fuck out, Vanya!”
Devrim stepped towards me, making me flinch. He looked like he was ready to tear me to pieces.
“Get out!”
When he reached for me, I moved. Spinning on my heels, I ran out of the room and up the stairs, right into my bedroom. Only when the door was closed behind me and a few minutes passed without him knocking, did I allow the air to fall from my lungs.
I blinked away the tears. Maybe my father had been right all along. After all, you couldn’t tame a wild animal.