In His Heat.

Chapter 4.

“I am cumming…” her tiny voice slipped into my head, the word hitting me like caution.

My muscles tensed, cock straining from how hard her pussy was clamping against my finger.

She was cumming? My little wolf was going to cum? On my fingers?

My breath stilled at the realization. No.

This can’t happen. I can’t let her cum on my finger. If I let this happen, I won’t stop. I won’t stop wanting her. I won’t stop desiring her scent… and I would stop at nothing until I have her laid beneath me, writhing and trembling while I fuck her like the dirty little slut that she is — my dirty little slut.

Without further hesitation, I paused, dragging my finger out of her tight, throbbing pussy in a way that made her realize the loss. Slow and deliberate, watching her body jerk from the impact of it.

Her eyes snapped to mine immediately, surprise and fear evident in them.

“Alpha—”

“Clean yourself up. This didn’t happen.” My voice was cold, like we didn’t just share some connection. Like I didn’t just desire to bend her against this table and go balls-deep.

The expression on her face dropped, and the light in her eyes darkened.

Her lips parted to say a word, but nothing came out. The look of betrayal masked her expression. But I didn’t say a word, didn’t spare her another glance.

I just turned around and bolted, my cock straining hard against my pants, ignoring Pearl who slumped to the floor with tears in her eyes.

“Fuck!” I cursed the moment I walked into my room, reaching for a bottle of whiskey, pouring myself a glass — hoping it would do anything to quench my desire to have her. My heart was thumping, breath heavy.

The taste of the whiskey washed down my throat, but it did nothing to quench my need for her. Instead, it fueled my fucking desire to bend her over this table and fuck her hard until she had no breath left.

My grip on the glass tightened, jaw clamping. I could still feel her heat, still smell the scent of her pussy.

This shouldn’t have happened.

Pinning Pearl to the wall and fucking her tight, willing pussy with my fingers shouldn’t have happened.

Desiring her, stroking myself to the image of her, and wanting her like a sex-starved bastard shouldn’t have happened… but I screwed up, and today? Today, I couldn’t hold myself. I couldn’t fucking leave without knowing what lay underneath her thighs. Even if I had tried, the fear of seeing her wrapped in the arms of another drove me to the insane edge of madness.

My fingers moved, raking into my hair as I took in another sip. It was supposed to be a moment of reprimand, but I slipped into it — drowning and drowning until I couldn’t stop myself again.

And now that I fucking know the feel of her pussy… now that I know her softness and tightness… I doubt how long I’ll be able to control this haunting desire.

*

It’s been a week. A week since her birthday. A week since I saw her in the garden with Marko. A week since I lost myself to the scent of her.

I sat in front of the solid wood dining table, the aroma from the food coiling around my nostrils.

My eyes moved across the maids, wondering if Pearl had had anything to eat these past few days.

In the past, whenever I yelled at her, she would isolate herself until I went to her. Now I’m learning to ignore her… even if it hurts. I wasn't doing this from pride. I was doing this to protect her. Growing up without parents is enough torture, she shouldn't be faced with the burden of being mine.

My eyes danced around the food for another few seconds before grabbing my cutlery.

I picked a piece of meat, and the moment it touched my tongue, my jaw tensed, fingers curling.

I looked at the plate again. The food was the same as always — meat and sauce. Nothing unusual… except that my wolf stirred, pacing restlessly beneath my skin and sniffing the air like prey was near.

“Who prepared this?”

“Chef Naro,” a maid moved forward, bowing.

My breath came in slow and deep as I stared at the food before taking another bite.

The taste was normal… but something burned against my throat, then slowly against my ribs —

Then lower, like something ancient had been shaken awake.

My grip on the fork tightened, chest heaving.

My blood turned hot, claws nearly piercing my palm as they curled into a fist.

What is this?

Why am I burning up?

Why is my blood roaring in my ears?

My eyes dragged across the faces in the room, but my vision was slowly turning blurry, the air in the room thinning from the effect of whatever was brewing within me.

My skin prickled, the fabric of my top brushing against it like a lover’s touch.

Then I felt it — the rapid growth of something beneath my briefs.

I looked down and saw the bulge, hard and painfully erect. Fuck!

The slow movement of sensation crawled beneath my skin, dragging through my veins.

My eyes darkened as I stood up, the wooden chair scraping hard against the stone floor.

Heads turned in my direction, bowing in respect.

“Leave!” I growled, and the servants scattered.

I grabbed the edge of the wooden table for support, staring down at the plate.

Then I felt it — a scent deep and familiar wrapping around my nostrils.

My wolf snapped, and my body moved before I could question it.

The scent wrapped possessively around my senses, pulling at my throat like a rope.

I walked in the direction of the kitchen, my body burning hotter as I drew closer.

My fingers shook, breath turning heavy with every fucking step.

Hell! I could feel it — the hardness of my cock straining against my pants.

The feeling seethed into me, deep like heat.

My brows tugged. This isn’t normal. This was a triggered heat.

My legs dragged closer to the kitchen, hand gripping my forehead.

Then suddenly, my steps faltered, my body halting at the sight in front of me.

Pearl.

She stood alone by the counter, curvy in ways that drove me fucking crazy whenever she wore clothes too revealing.

Her back was to me, head tilting in quiet delight. God! Her ginger hair flowed down her back— her hair was perfect enough for my fist to hold when I slam in and out of her and her back? Oh! It would make a perfect display when I have her bent into the perfect doggy position

Her fingers moved in and out of her mouth as she hummed softly to herself.

A familiar scent clamored in my thoughts, and my eyes sharpened at the recognition.

I knew that scent. It had been in my mouth, on my plate, and on my fucking tongue.

My jaw clamped, fingers twitching as the realization dawned on me.

She had done this. She had touched my food… and triggered my heat.

Anger missed with heat, scorching my skin.

I stormed into the kitchen, and she immediately turned in my direction, startled.

Her lips parted, softly. Innocently. And hell — that look on her face had me desiring her more than I should for a second.

But I shook the thoughts away. Not now. Not when she thought she could play with me by tampering with my heat.

“Alpha—” her words trailed off as I grabbed her by the throat, smashing her back against the marble counter and pinning her there.

Her hands crawled up against my wrist, and the feeling — it burned so hard I almost lost my train of thought.

Her lips parted to speak, and my cock jerked, aching to be inside her mouth.

My grip on her neck tightened. “How dare you try to poison me just because you need me? You think I will bend you over and fuck you now?”

Her body froze from the question, her eyes widening, lips parting wider like they were waiting to take my cock.

And hell — I could get her on her fucking knees and fuck that pretty mouth, because I desire it now more than ever.