Page 10 of An Omega Fox for Walker (Beartastic Summer of Love #4)

Fennec

I walked right out on the best thing that had happened to me in a long damn time. I was officially freaking the fuck out.

I always swore that the only person I would ever be with was my fated mate. But here I was, kissing the hottest bear I’d ever laid eyes on. Me. Kissing a man I didn’t even know—on vacation. That wasn’t anywhere close to usual Fennec behavior.

I kind of liked this Fennec.

Sitting there, my heart still thrumming in my chest, faster than a rabbit’s, I tried to calm myself and think things through. I wasn’t getting any younger and, if my mate was out there, he hadn’t shown up yet. Life was too short, right?

I sat there wondering what to do next when my chest twinged. I gasped, looking down, expecting my fox to answer.

He was there. Inside me again. He was only whispering. So low and soft, I couldn’t make out the words but he was there. Inside me and awake again.

I was so damned torn. The stories from when I was a kid told of the moment when you met your fated mate. The scent of them was overwhelming in the best way possible. Their touch made your entire body light up with love and as I got older, I learned, with lust.

I didn’t feel those things with Walker but when his lips met mine, a thousand mental fireworks exploded in my head.

That had to mean something.

And now, my fox was coming back? Though I could’ve easily attributed his arrival back in my life to the surroundings. Nothing like a beautiful mountainscape or the forest and the land to bring a shifter’s animal out to play, but I had an inkling that this was so much more.

Somehow, I guessed that Walker had something to do with the surge in my emotions, my body’s passions, and moreover, my fox making his presence known.

Maybe I was just horny and needed to be kissed.

Either way, I needed some air. I knew there was a relay race just after lunch, in only a few minutes, but I skipped it, needing to process what had happened.

Yes, I was going to miss a chance to see Walker, but I had to breathe.

I wished my fox would speak up. He would tell me if what I was doing with Walker was wrong or felt wrong. He would tell me if his intentions were off or any other thing he noticed.

Except I didn’t have him anymore.

But there was that hope.

I took a different route to the southern part of the forest, a way I hadn’t taken before on my own or with Walker. Also, the way I knew was a distance from the relay races.

Maybe I should relax a little bit. Just because Walker and I kissed didn’t mean he wanted anything else with me. He didn’t ask to sleep with me or even hint at sex.

I was over my head. I hadn’t expected to deal with any of this unless I was with my fated mate. Then, there would be no question. But Walker wasn’t my fated mate. Was he? What if everything I knew about how to tell and how I would know were wrong?

I had to find out.