Novel & Cerita Hot Scenarios

"The chemical packs are burning my skin." "Better than being exposed." "Is it? I feel like a baked potato." "A safe baked potato. Keep your arms close to your body. Trapped heat." "Okay, everyone!" Mira shouted. "Calibration time! I need all contestants in the living room. We need to baseline your thermal signatures." Kieran walked in, holding a glass of iced tea. He looked at the monitors. "Cool toys, Mira," Kieran said. "Are we hunting ghosts or terrorists?"

Kira leaned forward a bit as I sat by her side on the bed. She looked pale, and her eyes were slightly reddish. In theory, heat sounded like a good thing. You had insane sexual urges, and you got to spend days in bed with your mate. In reality, it was a nightmare, especially for someone like Kira. When the heat remained unfulfilled, it was like the body was warring with itself. She would have a fever and other symptoms that would only get progressively worse until either her body got the memo and shut it down, or her mate helped her with it.

I asked. “Most immortals can’t be killed by fire. It takes intense heat, like lava, to kill one, but fire still hurts like hell for the bulk of immortals. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some things done. If there are any other issues tonight, just let myself or Ash know, and it will be handled.” Taking the hint, I allowed myself to be dismissed and walked out of his office and back out into the club to finish my shift.

Gosh, she knew Rosie was a fan of erotic painting, but this was so overly explicit that she had to avert her gaze, shutting out carnal thoughts, especially when her ex-husband was standing right in front of the door. Nonetheless, nothing of that sort could ever happen between them ever again, she assured herself from within. Why on earth was the room getting above temperature? Fanning herself with her palm, she deluded herself that the heater was on full blast. “Come on. Open up and let's talk. My legs are fucking aching.” Joel's smooth tenor voice rang out impatiently, and her face snapped towards the door cam. “Nobody asked you to show up here begging to talk. Talk about what, though? How

she begs as she feels the giggling inside her. It's hot. They both feel the activation of their libido. The temperature goes up despite the air conditioning being set up at 20 degrees.

Part of me was curious as to what Maddox might say about them. Was I nervous about going into heat? Yes, part of me was. It was simply because I had no idea what to expect. A larger part of me could not wait for him to ravage me over and over again. Our sex life was already amazing, but I have heard that heat sex was leagues above whatever you normally experienced. It would probably be life-altering then. Our epic Hellhounds would be our transportation to and from there. They would also be able to get to us at any point if we needed them.

Kari was far more aware of the sticky heat now than he had been in his excitement before. He would have to be a little more cautious, since his body could deal with the temperatures for a while, but not extended periods of time it seemed. This sticky heat that clung to your skin and seemed to bury itself into your body to leech your strength was the opposite of what he was used to.

Drake fanned his overheated body with the flick of his hand, while Natty looked at her watch with an annoyed and anxious face as she waited long enough. “Come on, let’s just go in and maybe Helena has some sudden business and can’t come. After all, it’s our date. Why stick around for her?” said Drake, who was a little upset that he had been sultry by the scorching sunshine that rained down on him for an hour.

Privacy was one of my top qualifications and I made that clear. There’s a swimming pool outside if anyone is brave enough to sit in the heat and boil. No thank you. Even though the air conditioner takes the inside temperature down into the low seventies, it’s too damn hot. The short trips I take outside to get in and out of my vehicle drive me the craziest. The heat is heavy like a wool blanket and leaches the water from my body. Who in their right mind would live in this godforsaken wasteland without someone holding a gun to their head?