Page 34 of Wild Fated

I blinked and glanced down.The wine. The food.

Lana leaned closer, her scent wrapping around me, and my breath hitched. “What else do you feel?”

I dragged a hand through my hair, my skin buzzing with tension. “Lana, I think?—”

“Tell me,” she whispered, and the softness in her voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I fought for breath. “I think the food is . . . affecting me.” I swore under my breath, pushing my chair back and standing.

Lana blinked, her brows knitting together. “Affecting you how?”

I could’ve turned and showed her, but I didn’t. If I saw her face, the last thread of my control was going to snap. The words felt thick in my mouth, my heart pounding harder. “I need to get some air. I need space. If I don’t?—”

I cut myself off, shaking my head as I stalked away from the table toward the trees.

But then Lana’s hand wrapped around my arm, and she gave a gentle tug. I stopped dead in my tracks. “If you don’t what?”

My whole body shuddered. “If I don’t touch you, I’m going to—” I didn’t know what I was going to do. Search for something to destroy? Spontaneously combust?

She rounded me, her expression unreadable as she stopped and tilted her chin to meet my eyes. Her pupils were dilated. Her cheeks flushed.

Thank the gods.

It wasn’t only me.

Chapter

Fifteen

Lana

Aslow, burning ache bloomed within me as I gazed at Destin. The wine still lingered on my tongue, sweet and heady. His eyes glinted with an intensity I'd never seen before. He was right. Our easy conversation. The heat building in my veins. It wasn't normal.

But even though I understood I was being acted upon, I didn’t especially care. I lifted my hands and slid them over his chest. That movement alone sent ripples of pleasure over my skin, and I bit back a sigh.

We shouldn’t do this. Destin and I weren’t anything. We couldn’t be anything. He was against the very mission I’d recently dedicated my life to.Not dramatic. It was almost laughable what my life had become.

But again. Right then?I didn’t especially care.

What was it about this situation that made me want to throw caution to the wind? The wine? The food? The fact that we were in the middle of a mystical forest, and my wolf was suddenly rabid for his?

Not suddenly. She’d been paying attention to him since the first moment we saw him.

And you wouldn’t listen, she snapped.

I almost laughed out loud. What was it about him—about his wolf—that was driving her mad? He was strong. Wild. The thought of him swinging his ax made me shiver.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "This is?—"

Destin's lips twitched. "Mmhmm."

"Even after shots of whiskey, I’ve never . . . felt this.”Why was I still talking?A slow breath slipped through my lips, and I realized my eyes were closed, my chin tilting so high, my back arched.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, and my skin lit up like he'd struck a match. "Lana," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, and my wolf begged for him. My body begged for him.

My eyelids fluttered open. “This is probably a mistake.”

“Probably.” Destin’s eyes darkened, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My breath hitched as our bodies pressed together, the hard planes of his chest against mine. His lips hovered over mine, and the heat of his breath on my skin made me melt like butter on a hot pan.

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