Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 358: Weird dynamics.

Leilani.

Shock.

That was all I felt in the first few seconds after Zevran pressed his warm lips against mine, and the second our lips collided, twisting into a tango of nerves and emotions, everything else disappeared.

Zevran’s kiss was urgent, like he’d been holding back from kissing me since forever; But beneath all that urgency, there was something more, something deeper that twisted into the depths of my very soul and shot straight to my core.

His tongue teased mine, sending a shiver down my spine, and I could almost feel the emotions he wasn’t saying, pouring into my mouth every time his tongue glided against mine.

By the goddess, this wasn’t just passion; it was need, longing, desire and everything we hadn’t spoken— Hell, it was everything we could never say.

His calloused hands slid up my naked back, pulling me close— so close that all I felt was his warmth and his hot breath fanning the sides of my face. But as if that was not enough, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of even an inch of space between us, he pressed even closer until I feared that we would become one.

"Fuck, I love you..." he groaned out the words, releasing hot air into my mouth. But I couldn’t respond.

Hell, it wasn’t like I couldn’t respond.

It wasn’t like I was scared of saying how I felt or anything.

I just felt tongue-tied.

And to unburden myself with thoughts of how to respond to him, I pressed into him, completely lost in the intensity of his hold, my racing heart pounding in time with his. His lips moved against mine, rough and devouring at the same time, and I found myself wanting more of it. Craving more of it than I could ever bring myself to admit.

I could feel the world around us blurring slowly. It faded into nothing but the heat of his lips and the weight of his body against mine. My fingers slipped into his thick dark hair, holding on as if for dear life... as if I was afraid to let go, like this kiss was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

And in that moment, I could feel his heartbeat hammering against my chest. It was wild and frantic, and I instantly knew he felt it too... that he felt the way this kiss was more than just a kiss.

Goddess, I knew he could sense how it had crossed the very large and obvious line we’d both initially placed between us, obscuring the friendship we shared with the craziness that came with our bond.

When he finally pulled back, just enough for us both to breathe, his forehead rested against mine, I could swear that I saw that feeling of love flicker in his eyes one more time before he finally shut it down.

Our breaths came in ragged gasps, the space between us thick with all the unspoken words we would never ever say. I closed my eyes and carefully opened them right back to meet his gaze, and the look I found there made my breath hitch.

It wasn’t just desire, it was something deeper and darker, something neither of us needed to explain—

I cleared my throat and wrapped my arms over my chest to hide my now hardened nipples and then I hissed; "I would shift now."

"I knew you would." He answered airily, his voice holding a tinge of something that sounded like amusement. "You would do anything to avoid me right now."

The way my face burned after he said those words was alarming.

And do you know what was worse?

The fact that I wasn’t fast enough to hide my blush before he saw it.

He threw his head back and laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he muttered something along the lines of; "It’s so easy to get you flustered... and you’re cute like that," under his breath...

But I didn’t want to know exactly what it was that he had said.

I didn’t care—

Scratch that, I did care... but I was too embarrassed to ask about it. So deciding to let it go and focus on other matters— aka shifting, I turned away and groaned when my bones began to pop loudly.

"Fuck you!" I hissed under my breath just as my limbs elongated and my fur sprouted out of my skin.

"I’d love for you to say that to me when all of this is over... but first, I would need you to take your time and practice the art of shifting at will." He answered jokingly before shifting right in front of me and running off into the night.

And this time, he beat me.

But I blamed it on the fact that I was both flustered and distracted with the sight of his wolf’s ass from behind.

Guess what? He didn’t believe me!

—

Kael.

It was sometime around midnight when I suddenly felt a warm feeling spreading throughout my chest. It made my heart swell— but with a sweet kind of warmth I haven’t felt in a while, which was strange because what the hell?

Where exactly is that coming from and why is my wolf acting so excited as if we’ve just had an encounter with our mate?

Our mate.

The thought of Leilani almost made my mood sour— almost, that is until the warmth began to creep up my entire body, going to rest at my groin.

I let out a grunt when the throbbing down there intensified, and deciding that it was worse to remain in bed while my head was filled with images of Leilani in compromising positions, I slid out to bed and went downstairs, only to find Caelum already hunched over the kitchen counter and looking as though he was lost in thoughts.

I would’ve asked him what the problem was, but one look at the tent in his pants told me everything that I ought to know.

He also took one look at me and at my sweaty clothes before coming to his own conclusion. He sighed, and his voice was gruff when he drawled; "I see we have the same problem..."

I nodded once. "Yes, we do."

"Here, that will help." He murmured with a smile before swinging a bottle of scotch my way.

We drank in silence for a while before he finally lifted his head to meet my gaze, his voice soft as he asked; "But where is Zevran?"

I froze. "I do not know."

"He wasn’t in his room when I checked earlier."

"Yes."

However, Caelum was just about to say something else when the door suddenly creaked open and Zevran sneaked in, looking all smug and sated... and with the biggest grin ever splitting across his face.

I needed no soothsayer to know what had happened, especially since I’d felt it only moments ago... and do you know what I felt?

Not betrayal.

Not anger.

Pride!

Weirdly, I was crazily proud of him!