The sudden thought startled me.
The sensation worming through my chest was similar to anxiety, but it wasn't. I realized it was excitement.
Why would I be excited about this? Why would I be excited about being with analpha? An aggravating little furball wolf?
It didn't make sense. But then again, nothing in the world did lately.
Maybe it was time I stopped trying to fight nonsense.
"Say it, Zak."
The solid nerve in my voice was enough for him to stop being cagey. "I think you might be my fated mate, Kamari."
A shudder rippled through me. A stab of hope in my heart both thrilled and frightened me. I waded through a slow wave of emotion, testing the waters, afraid of the unknown beyond.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I don't. But I've never felt this way about anyone else before. And there have been a lot of others."
Jealousy surged through my blood with such intensity that it shocked me. Why should I be jealous of people in Zak's past? They were gone, irrelevant. And yet the feeling persisted.
Gods fucking dammit. Is this how Zak feels when I talk about Craig? Except he's probably even angrier than I am...
"Well?" I asked gruffly. "What are we going to do?"
A mischievous flicker darted over Zak's eyes. "That's up to you."
I huffed in irritation. He was leaving this monumental decision up to me. Asshole. Even though I would've definitely been mad if he didn't. So maybe he wasn't a total asshole.
I stormed up to Zak, once again noticing our lack of height difference. I liked that about him. I liked too many things about him. Every time I raked my gaze over him, I found something new to enjoy. It was infuriating.
I grabbed his jaw and crushed my lips against his.
12
Zakariel
Stars exploded in my vision,brighter than the ones above our heads in the night sky.
This kiss wasn't experimental or hesitant like the one in the temple had been. This was forceful, genuine, raw. Kamari was kissing me because he wanted to, not because he thought he had to. We both wanted this.
And it was fucking amazing.
A groan left my lips before I could stop it. It melted into Kamari's mouth, smothered by his tongue shoving past my lips and capturing me. I fought him playfully right back, wrapping my tongue around his, tasting his sweet, salty flavor. Barely a second later, I felt myself growing hard.
This was different. No doubt about it.
This is how it was supposed to feel.
And I felt... happy.
I was so moony that I didn't realize I'd run out of air until Kamari broke our kiss, gasping, and I realized I was doing the same thing. I filled my lungs and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. Then I started to laugh.
Kamari scowled. "What's funny?"
"I couldn't breathe just now."
"And?"
