Ezra’s P.O.V
I… what?
The revelation that Zoya is not only my second chance mate but also Silas's mate left me stunned, my mind grappling with the weight of this extraordinary circumstance.
The fates had intertwined our lives in a way I could never have fathomed, plunging me into a profound dilemma.
Oh, how awful the Moon goddess was. How cruel and twisted. Was she laughing at us now? Did she feel guilty at all?
There's no goddamn way that this wasn't some cruel joke she's playing on us. It had to be. First she got me kicked out of my pack, and when I was finally called back after my father was killed, my brother ended up killing my mate, and now I find out that my second chance mate is also my half-brother's mate.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Because if this was a joke, on my life, on my fate…this was no longer funny!
I was seething, my heart being torn apart by this newfound information… then, I was pulled out of my thoughts by a sudden uncontrollable urge…
As I witnessed the effects of Zoya's awakening heat, an undeniable allure permeating the air, my senses heightened and my own inner wolf stirred with a primal intensity.
It became increasingly challenging to resist the powerful surge of desire that courses through my veins, threatening to consume all reason and restraint.
Fear clenched my heart as I struggled with conflicting emotions. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Zoya in pain, of witnessing her suffer under the grip of this newly awakened heat.
Yet, at the same time, I was acutely aware of the potential consequences of giving in to our primal urges. Especially me.
I understood the immense importance of consent and the need to protect her from any impulsive actions that may lead to regrets. This wasn’t how our first time should be, not under the influence of her heat and under the consequences of Silas’s action.
Silas was her mate! He acknowledged it himself. Then how could he do this to her? What was even going on through his mind that he would go as far as to hurt his own mate in such a way by taking another woman to bed?
Torn between conflicting instincts, I looked into Zoya's eyes, thinking about any way I could help her without crossing the lines.
"Zoya," I uttered, my voice laced with a mixture of longing and apprehension. "I need to step away from you, at least for a little while. It's not because I want to abandon you or leave you in pain, but...but I’m afraid that if I stay…I’d end up doing something that both of us might regret later."
“NO! No! Please! You can’t leave me! Ezra…please!” Zoya immediately became panicked, something that was almost like mania evident in her eyes. It was like looking into a window through my soul, and I saw myself in the way she pleaded with me desperately.
I was barely holding myself back as I am enveloped in her scent, in her heat, and if I spent a minute longer here than I should, I just might do… things that we would both regret. I just knew it. If I stayed…
However, I could still see the panic in her eyes; I could see the turmoil within her, and I couldn’t bear to leave her alone either. How could I? She was my mate too, after all. The bond that formed between mates was both beautiful and powerful, but it also demanded respect and careful consideration.
But… oh, she smelled so good, looked so good. The way her clothes clung to her body, her night suit almost see-through due to being wet…it left with several vivid imaginations. She would be so small under me, so delicate. Her skin a dusky brown that would feel like heaven under my touch…
I suddenly had a vivid vision about us in a split second that seemed to last a thousand years, leaving me with an ache in my heart and a strain in my pants.
Zoya, under me. Me, kissing her skin, taking in every inch of her, melting into her touch. She would whisper sweet nothing into my ear, and her moans would sound like music as I let myself in her, slowly, gently, until the fire that rages between us takes us on the road to heaven and I slowly pick up the pace…
"I don't want to hurt you, Zoya," my voice felt wrenched out of me as I felt my shaft harden, without my conscious control. "But my wolf is drawn to you…and everything is…heightened, right now. I need time to regain control of myself, Zoya…I need to get away from you."
“Why?” She asked, gritting her teeth in pain. “Am I doing something, Ezra? Is something wrong with me?”
I shook my head immediately. “You can never do anything wrong, Zoya.” I tried to show her as much understanding as I possibly could. “It’s not your fault. None of this is.”
"I… don't want you to do something… you'll regret, either…" she admitted, struggling to speak through the pain, her voice tinged with vulnerability.”But I don't know how to manage this... this heat. I feel like I'm losing control."
Gritting my teeth through the urge to kiss her, to take her into my arms, I took a step back, distancing myself physically in an attempt to regain my composure.
The vision was back with teeth-gritting force, almost making me double over on the ground. Her scent grew stronger as well, making my nostrils flare and my mouth water.
“Oh, ahh…” she would whimper into my ear, her hands in my hair, her hips moving closer to mine. We’d kiss and I would get lost in her lips, her body so perfect pressed close to mine…
I imagined her kneeling before me, her mouth on my dick, looking up at me with her doe eyes as she took in my length until the tip touched her throat… Her hands, gripping my dick as she blows me… Up, down… In, out…