079

Leslie

We were ready to face a week of heat that could start any moment. Dr. Owen warned it would be worse than my usual heat cycle since pregnancy disrupts the cycle and it could be longer. I had an average of three to five days, but the chances of bathing in mindless pheromones for seven to thirteen days and satisfying my body were a little scary.

“Ben just left.” Azrael said as he came in with another carton of bottle water.

He tore the box open and handed me a bottle. “Hydrating for a start, you’re soaked.”

My breath was ragged as I smiled weakly. Slick dripped between my ass, tickling my skin as it lubricated my thighs.

I grabbed the bottle and corked the cap, but it was challenging. Azrael took the bottle and opened it up before aiding me to drink.

He threw the empty bottle aside and stared into my eyes. His eyes were red and his fangs longer and sharper.

“Your scent is driving me crazy.” Azrael struggled to speak as he touched the collar on my neck, ensuring it was tight. “It’s