The Heart Of Zara

His eyes.

The color of ice. . . the color of the coolest sky. . .

"Zara. . ."

Shivers raced down her spine as she continued to keep her gaze locked with those cool orbs. She couldn't look away, and if she was being honest with herself -she didn't want to. Never before had she felt a pull so powerful, so demanding. A shaky breath left her lips as he slowly closed the gap between them.

"You feel the pull Zara. Don't deny it, I can see it burning in your eyes." His hand moved to trace the smooth outline of her cheek. The simple feather touch threatened to cause Zara's undoing.

"Mackenzie. . ." His pupils dilated and he took a shaky breath when his name left her lips. "Mack, we- I can't. Lau-" Mack's lips closed the distance in the blink of an eye and they covered hers completely.

A breathy moan left Zara's lips as she kissed him back with all the lust that had been building for days. Moisture pooled between her legs at the taste of him. Mack growled as Zara's tongue traced his lips. He pushed her back against the wall hard and ground his hips into hers. Zara's breath hitched and she shuddered at the sheer size of him. She claimed his lips fiercely while her fingers found their way through his hair and she tugged at it in her fever to have all of him. To consume him.

Mack growled and ground his arousal against Zara while his lips blazed a trail of fire down her neck and to the junction of her neck and shoulder. Zara cried out his name when Mack's elongated fangs grazed her neck. He was going to mark her, and for once Zara wanted nothing more. Just as Mack was about to sink his teeth into her flesh and claim her completely, a familiar voice broke into the lust laden mind of Zara.

"What is going on here."

Laurel.

Shit.

Life is complicated at the most simple of times. And fate has a funny way of intervening when it is unwanted. Just because Fate has something written for you doesn't mean you have to follow that design. The life of Zara heart had been anything but simple, and fate had been anything save for kind. After becoming a pawn in her parents search for an alliance with the greatest Centaur herd, she finds herself engaged to the son of the chief.

Zara meets Laurel and over time it seems she may be melting the ice cold heart of the centaur and taming his raping ways. Even as she accepts her fate and the role she is to play, she discovers she is the one person who can bring peace to a people that have all but forgotten what it felt like to know the genuine love of another. As if all of that wasn't enough to thrust on her shoulders, a new pack rages war on her pack and the herd, and the most feared Alpha she has ever met turns out to be the one person she has been dreading of meeting. Her mate.

Mackenzie had never saw the need for a mate. All they ever seemed to do was make men weak, and that was not something he wanted. He didn't want a weakness, to care for someone so much that he would race to his death to save her. He satisfied his natural urges by raging war and killing. But when he discovers the scent of lavender and sweet honey suckle he finds himself drawn and curses the gods when he discovers what that sent means. Zara is everything he never wanted, but maybe she is everything he needs.