The tall fae didn't seem so tall next to him, struggling fiercely as Basilisk's powerful form enveloped her, his bear hug immobilizing her completely. She thrashed and squirmed, her muscles straining against his iron grip. Her breath came in sharp grasps as she felt his paws wrap tightly around her, his body heat seeping into her own.
Her initial panic slowly ebbed as she realized he wasn't trying to hurt her, despite the echo of pain she could still feel on her throat from his fangs. He was trying to restrain her, not bite? The confusion in her mind intensified, an intense mix of fear, frustration and undeniable attraction stirring between her thighs. His deep, husky laugh sent a shiver down her spine and caused her sun-yellow eyes to flutter closed, the light pressure of his teeth on her neck making her heart race even faster.
"Mine, my wolf," he growled, and the possessiveness in his voice made her both angry and flustered. She was his, more than he knew.
Yara forced herself to stop struggling, her body going still beneath his. She did not want to be seen as weak, but she also could not deny the strange sense of security she felt in his hold. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. She had wanted to prove her strength to him - to fight for her pride, but now, trapped and unable to fight, she felt a vulnerability she had never anticipated in her life.
As the seconds stretched on, she felt herself beginning to melt into his arms, her body relaxing as she went through her inner turmoil. The fight had drained her, and now, all she could do was surrender. Her breathing slowed, she kept her eyes closed, and tried to calm the storm of emotions within her before he caught on to what was going on with her.
Their closeness was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of something deeper, something she couldn't quite understand. For now, she would simply let herself be held by her Warlord, trying to find some semblance of peace in the chaos of her thoughts.
