CHAPTER SIXTEEN |THE INTRUDER

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The TENSION! My favorite trope (:

CHAPTER SIXTEEN | EZRA POV

Her hands tangle into my hair, and I tug her body closer than it already is at this. 

Closer

My wolf urges impatiently. I fight to ignore it as I continue to mold my lips with hers.

Complete the bond

My claws attempt to push their way through my fingers, and I push it back with a low growl. 

I have no words for how much I want to- if I could take her here and now I would. I've fought the desire since I've come across her. 

Desire?

No-

need.

It's a foreign feeling, the ferocity of my need to claim her. 

But she is not accustomed to our ways, I can't afford to lose her by moving too quickly.

"You have no idea..." I mutter between our kisses,"how long I've been wanting this."

She pulls away to catch her breath, her full lips parted and red from the session. "I'd hate to admit the same." She responds lowly, "But you might have a hint, if you can read my mind." 

I shake my head at this, "Only if I intentionally try, when we are connected." I hold her hand in mine as an example.

Like this.

She gives out a startled gasp in shock, "Can anyone do that here?" Amara asks once she regains composure.

"There is a pack link, however a mate bond is different- stronger. When the bond is completed that is." I murmur, before bringing my lips along her jaw.

She shudders at this,"And how is that done?" She inquires, shakily. 

My lips travel down the expanse of her neck and I try to withhold a smirk at her question. 

"Ezra?" She gasps, fingers intertwined in my hair. 

Ezra

Ryder; His voice thundered into my head abruptly. 

What is it? 

The border needs your presence. Lead Troy and the North Sector. 

I almost groan at his words. Perfect timing, brother. 

Copy.

Amara notices my pause, now bringing her hands to rest at the nape of my neck. Her eyes search mine for an explanation.

"I have to go. I'll call Hyacinth to accompany you." I say, remorsefully taking a step away from her. 

Her expression falls at this, tightly pressing her lips together with a curt nod. 

"I think I'm going to give this a read,"Comes her frazzled response. She stoops down and picks up both books, before briskly walking down the aisle towards the love seat in front of the fire place. 

I look towards Amara, now seated comfortably before the fire- sifting through the pages nonchalantly. 

"Amara." I call. She turns to me expectantly, the glow of the fire illuminates her warm olive toned skin.

My heart tugs at the sight of her. 

The stars knew what they were doing when they aligned us. 

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