Desire hung heavy in the air.
Zanthus kneeled in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed, his hands firmly rested on my hips. I was wide eyed as I looked down at him. He looked so confident and certain about this; so different from how he seemed only weeks...even minutes ago. It was suddenly me who was growing absolutely nervous. My palms were sweaty, my stomach in knots, and my knees were shaking.
We were going to conceive a pup.
"Olive," he said softly, those golden eyes looking right into my naked soul as I sat in front of him. He was patient as he kneeled down. I appreciated that. "Are you ready?"
That was a good question.
I was a virgin, and I was suddenly filled with trepidation. On one hand I wanted Zanthus to mate me, because I wanted a pup. I wanted to be a mother. But I
