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"I could never hate you, Zo,” I whispered, hoping she could see the truth in my eyes—the unwavering truth that had always been there.
For endless moments, we were locked in a silent exchange of longing. It was as if an invisible thread stretched between us, drawing us closer with each passing second.
“It would be better for us if you did,” she murmured.
Zoei’s glittering gaze held a magnetic power, a force I couldn't resist. In those eyes, I saw the depths of her desire, a hunger that mirrored my own, and a yearning that transcended words. It was a secret language, a code, and a silent conversation that spoke volumes.
“I…”
She stepped closer, her breath gusting against my own.
Words of denial were queued at the tip of my tongue. We couldn’t, weshouldn’t… there were too many reasons to deny this connection.
“I don’t think…” I began.
“You mean to dissuade me?” Zoei questioned, an insufferable huff filling the air. Her pheromones grew thicker, wilder. The tension between us made my breaths choppy and short.
“Zoei…” Her name was nothing more than a long sigh on my lips.
“Yes, Olly,” she breathed, the infuriating smirk taking residence on her lips. “Tell me no. Resist me. Push me away. It only makes me want you more.”
“You’re sick,” I whispered, knowing I was inflicted with the same disease. It rotted away my conscience, leaving me a hollow receptacle, ready to be filled with Zoei’s desire.
Her breaths touched my lips, rough and impatient. My senses were set ablaze as time slowed to a standstill. The world outside our bubble ceased to exist, and it was just us, wrapped in the intoxicating dance of desire. No Cryssa, no assassin, no Almanera.
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t beg. I didn’t sound like I was begging. Or so I told myself.
Zoei shook her head, the tip of her nose touching mine as she did.
“If you want it,” she purred. “Put your lips to mine, Olly. Suck on my tongue.”
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was an explosion of pent-up longing, a declaration of the desire that had been building between us.
I tried to tell myself I despised this—the forbidden fusion of wrongness and desire and the intoxicating blend of emotions that defied all reason. The past seemed to merge with the present until everything turned into a hazy blur.
This was Zoei—my first friend, my first kiss, my first… love?
Our kiss was a clash of wills, a battle fought with tongues and teeth. Our Alphas struggled to dominate the other. It was a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions, a passionate collision of desire and need that left us both breathless.
Until Zoei dropped to her knees.
I had dissuaded Cryssa from this particular act, time and again. Yet, in that moment, I would have rather died than pushed Zoei away. Every ounce of my being yearned for her attention—her fingers on my tunic, her lips on my skin, her breath on my underclothes.
I’d never known this kind of desperation—a frantic tug-of-war to get closer and closer still. Self-control hung on a treacherous thread, ready to unravel at the slightest provocation.
Was this a dance on the precipice of my destruction? There was no going back from this. Unlike before, I was consciously choosing to have Zoei’s attention—my fingers trembled with the need to delve into her hair and hold her close.
Her large hands bracketed my hips, holding me still.
When she gazed up at me, I found myself lost in her eyes—in the promise of wickedness and pleasure.
“Take off your tunic.”
I could say no. Perhaps a small part of me that still vibrated with a conscience wanted to remain faithful to Cryssa. But…But.Zoei promised pleasure the likes of which I’d neverdareddream of. And my heart and soul trembled with the desire to experience what her gaze promised.
