She wasn’t shocked to see that he was going commando. She couldn’t imagine he liked being restrained, carrying something like that around in his pants. Maybe it was a bear shifter thing? But he put the werewolf to shame.

Ultimately, she didn’t care, she just wanted him inside of her. She bit his lip again, since he seemed to enjoy that. He growled as she sank her teeth gently into his lip, his eyes flashing golden.

Rolling, Zed leaned toward his pack, hand scrambling like mad to unzip it. After a few seconds of fumbling, his hand emerged with a foil packet. She wrapped her fingers around the heavy length of him, pumping her hand up and down, as he arched his hips. He dragged a claw between the cups of her bra, splitting the fabric down the middle.

“There were clasps, you know,” she mumbled into his mouth as his hands moved between them to sheath himself in latex. “Lots of them.”

“Takes too long.” He turned her so she was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest, and slid those claws carefully down her spine. He flexed them around her hips for a split-second before guiding himself upward as she sank down on him, keening with the sensation of her flesh being parted by his.

“Holy hell, woman.” Zed panted against her spine as they both adjusted to the grip her body had on his.

He gently ground against her. She gasped, shrugging out of the remains of her bra. She ran her fingertips along his thighs touching each of the claw marks tattooed there. Her touch left little ripples of golden light on his skin, like she was leaving handprints of the rift’s touch on Zed.

If she had her wits together, she would have asked what the tattoos meant, she would delight in this but all she could come up with was a string of babble that sounded like, “Harderpleaseyesthankyoutheremore,” while she reached over her shoulder and yanked on his long hair.

She deserved this. She deserved a good sweaty bout of reverse cowgirl in a sunny field with one of the most singular energy sources she’d ever experienced racing through her bloodstream. And she definitely deserved whatever strange rolling motion that he was doing with his hips, because that felt amazing.

He mapped the curves of her body with his hands, caressing the soft skin with calloused hands, leaving trails of sweat and sensation behind. He caught her nipple between his callused thumbs, worrying it in patterns that left her breathless and dripping. A pleasurable coil of tension was building deep inside her, just beyond the reach of his thrusts.