Sky POV
Zeke stared at me, his chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths as I basked in my victory, savouring the power thrumming between us. His lips were parted, his pupils blown wide with barely restrained hunger, his hands twitching at his sides like he was debating whether to grab me or force himself to walk away.
Then he moved.
Fast.
His hands shot out, reaching for me, but I was faster.
I seized his wrists and twisted, using his own weight against him as I spun him around and slammed him back against the wall of the alcove. His back hit the cool stone with a dull thud, my body pressing flush against his, caging him in, keeping him right where I wanted him.
The growl that tore from his throat was deep, raw, dominant—furious.
And it wrecked me.
My heart slammed against
