However unclear the question may have been, the answer would have been the same. She tells him, hissed softly, "Yes," and with the tree at her back now, she pushes herself back against it to cant her hips just so and rub against him, just so. "Oh, putain," slips out, a marvelled breath, because he feels so...
Right. Perfect. Hers.
(Ten years ago, her mother sat her down and explained in simple terms that pure-Veelas chose mates, just like werewolves were known to. In a version of The Talk that she knows was later given to Gabrielle when she reached the age, maman had been clear that having even part of the magical creatures' blood in their family meant things. Women looking altogether too desireable. Feeling emotions far too strongly.
For the longest time, the emotion Fleur had felt the strongest had been frustration, at the injustice of the world. But not now - now, her blood sings for him, and it sounds like,)
"Bill." She abandons getting his pants open and rakes her nails down his clothed chest, before plunging her fingers through his hair and yanking him up, so she can fucking kiss him already, oh yes, oh yes - "Mine."
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Right. Perfect. Hers.
(Ten years ago, her mother sat her down and explained in simple terms that pure-Veelas chose mates, just like werewolves were known to. In a version of The Talk that she knows was later given to Gabrielle when she reached the age, maman had been clear that having even part of the magical creatures' blood in their family meant things. Women looking altogether too desireable. Feeling emotions far too strongly.
For the longest time, the emotion Fleur had felt the strongest had been frustration, at the injustice of the world. But not now - now, her blood sings for him, and it sounds like,)
"Bill." She abandons getting his pants open and rakes her nails down his clothed chest, before plunging her fingers through his hair and yanking him up, so she can fucking kiss him already, oh yes, oh yes - "Mine."