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Instead of going back home after storming out of Cassandra's place, I found myself going deeper into the woods in the pack. I walked until I reached a little pocket of quiet in the forest. It was a little creek that seemed like it was in a world of its own. The water trickled gently, and I sat on the strip of land closest to the edge. A few wildflowers grew along the waters edge, giving the place a feeling of whimsy. I stayed here without realizing I'd fallen asleep. The sound of footsteps drawing near woke me up with a start, and the first thing I noticed was the heat. It felt like I had a fever. My skin felt uncomfortably hot and sensitive, and there was a slight sheen of sweat all over me. I stared at Cassian with wide eyes — he'd been the one approaching, and he stopped in his tracks and sniffed carefully. My eyes trailed down his body slowly, and I swallowed. He was clothed, but he might as well not have been. Why did his shirt have to hug his arms and muscles in that partic

Cassian kissed like a man starved. The clash of our lips against each other was hot and electric. We both let out shocked, identical groans of pleasure. Then came the frantic need for more. His hands tightened around me, and my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, silently ordering him to give me more. I was heady with pleasure. He was everywhere. His thoughts, his scent, his feel. It all drove me fucking mad. Cassian invaded my mouth, his tongue and mine fighting for dominance for just a brief moment before I surrendered to him. His hand slowly slid down my waist, cupped my ass, and pushed me up a bit so he didn't have to bend so much to ravish my mouth. I complied with his demands, my hands beginning to move, tangling in his hair and trailing down his chest to take in as much of him as I could. I almost whimpered when Cassian tore his mouth away and stared at me with wide eyes that had desire swirling in them. "Cassian." With my eyes, I begged him for more. I

It was the third day of Iris heat. After that first day, Iris and I seemed to have developed an unspoken agreement. She stayed in her bedroom all day, and I brought her food, knocked, left it in front of her door, then left as quickly as I could. The house still carried traces of her scent, but now that she'd confined herself to her bedroom, it was fading. But it still wasn't enough. Whenever I returned to take her used dishes, I could still perceive a stronger, lingering smell from when she stepped out to pick up her meals. It was maddening. I resolved to burying myself in work so I wouldn't think so much about my now constant erection, or the soft cries and moans I heard coming from her bedroom sometimes. It was hard to not think about what she was doing and why she had to do it. It was also equally hard to keep myself from overhearing her find her release. Iris wasn't loud, no. My hearing was just intuned to her. I completed making breakfast for her, then walked to her bedroo

I couldn't believe what I'd done, but I didn't care. I wanted Cassian terribly, and I was willing to blame it on the heat. What mattered was that I was kissing him. Finally! Cassian was an expert kisser. I couldn't describe how he managed to invade my mouth, basically keeping me prisoner with his tongue, all while making it feel like the most tender kiss. When he pulled away, I gasped, feeling an acute sense of loss. "Iris..." Cassian stared at me, the look in his eyes one of a man who was barely in control. "Cassian," I replied softly, leaning in again. I wanted him. I didn't want any conversation to put a stop to what was happening. Cassian moved back a little, preventing our lips from touching again. "Wait, Iris. I... We..." He looked at me helplessly, unable to fully articulate what he was trying to say. "Don't you... Don't you want this anymore?" I asked. "Of course I want this," Cassian said in a hoarse voice. "It's just... I don't want you to feel like... I k

Cassian ordered me back into the bathroom and told me to "scrub the scent away" from my skin. Of course, that wouldn't really help, since I'd just secret more pheromones during the next hour, but Cassian looked like he was ready to bathe me himself if I didn't do as he asked. I was tempted to pretend to be reluctant just so he would do just that, but I remembered that Barry really needed my help, and decided it was better to just move quickly and do as he said. Cassian went up to his own bedroom while I finished my bath. When I stepped out of the bathroom, he was back in my room, dressed in new, dry pants. Two shirts and a second pair of pants were on my bed. Cassian walked towards me and pulled me to him, making my towel drop to the floor with one touch. "What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly as my naked body pressed against his hard, shirtless chest. "Marking you," he said gruffly. The reality of his words pierced through my haze, and I pulled back slightly, panicked. "W