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“You know, a werewolf together with a human,” I clarified.
“There are no rules that say it isn’t allowed but it doesn’t normally happen unless the wolf has lost their mate,” he explained.
“Blake hasn’t found his mate yet, has he?” I asked, already being pretty sure he hadn’t.
“No,” he answered.
“How often does it happen that a werewolf doesn’t find their mate?” I asked, wanting to know more.
“Not very often. Fate has a way of making sure their paths cross.”
Well, that made it very complicated for Blake and Keri. There was no disputing it; Keri was human, and Blake hadn’t found his mate yet.
It meant that despite how they felt about each other, there was no point in doing anything about it because when Blake found his mate, he would end up hurting Keri.
I kind of felt for them.
“There is no point in getting emotionally involved with someone until you find your mate because you’d have to walk away from them.”
I understood why. There was no way anyone else—human or not—could compete with what I felt for Cade.
In that moment, I felt a wave of emotion for him and I hugged him tighter.
“I’m glad I found you,” I revealed softly.
I felt him move and he shifted beside me so he was lying on his side, facing me, when he leaned forward and kissed me. I reveled in the feel of excitement that tingled through me at the contact of his lips against mine.
“I’m glad I found you, too,” he whispered. In the darkness, I couldn’t see him properly. I felt the heat of his gaze on me, though, which made my stomach flip.
It was astounding how with one simple touch he could make me feel so much.
Through the last week, it had become harder and harder to stop at just kissing. I hadn’t been quite ready to go further, although my hormones that were running wild in my body disputed that.
I cared for him more than I ever had for a boy and I was sure that I was already starting to fall in love with him. But I wasn’t ready to say those words to him just yet and he hadn’t said them to me, either.
We’d come a long way from our first meeting.
He was so much more than the arrogant and self-assured player that I thought he was when I’d first met him. In the short time we’d been together, I’d learned that he was compassionate and caring while still being strong and in control. He was also extremely possessive and over-protective as well.
No matter what I was going through or feeling, just a small touch from him settled me into a peacefulness that only he could give me.
“What’s going through your mind, Scar?” he asked softly.
In the darkness, I put my hand on his cheek and caressed it as I leaned forward and touched my lips to his.
He let me lead him into the kiss as my tongue tentatively slid into his mouth and touched his. His arms slid around me and pulled me closer as I deepened the kiss tentatively. Normally he always instigated it and I simply followed his lead.
I loved being in charge for a change.
I pulled away and looked at him in the darkness for a moment before I leaned toward him again and kissed him harder.
And in that moment, I’d made my decision. Even though the thought made me nervous and I had no idea how I was going to explain my little white lie, I was ready.
His tongue tangled with mine and he groaned against my lips. Our kiss intensified and I was getting lost in the new reactions to him when he pulled away.
“We need to stop,” he whispered breathlessly, rolling onto his back away from me.
For a moment, I felt nervous; I had no idea what I was doing, but I sat up and faced him.
