Chapter 7 : That Makes Four
Rhett’s POV
Murakami had said that he had once had the strange feeling that he was not himself anymore; that he felt as though someone had disassembled him in his sleep and hurriedly put him back together again—kissing Eleonore was like that.
I could still feel the tingling of my lips, the warmth of her breath and the closeness of her body even days later. I was sitting in one of the offices at the pack house when the thought had crossed my mind, not to say that that ordeal wasn’t the only thing on my mind since it happened.
I wondered if this was what everyone felt when they met their mate. Was it more intrinsic and deeply felt because she was human? Or did it feel even more thundering if your mate was a wolf like you? I shuddered to think of a feeling stronger than this one.
I just wanted to be with her. It felt like the whole rest of the world was cold and she was the only fire in the entire universe and my body just, of its own volition, yielded to her.