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“There are professionals who handle situations like this. Heat workers. They help unmated wolves through the cycle.” I blinked. “Heat workers?” “Licensed service providers,” he said. “Mostly women helping other women. They use toys, manual stimulation, whatever works. It’s discreet.” The idea made my stomach twist. But what other choice did I have? “Okay,” I said quietly. “Call one.” Franklin made the call. That night the active heat hit. The fever surged without warning. One moment I felt warm. The next my body burned from the inside out. Sweat soaked my clothes as I tore them off and collapsed into the pile of pillows.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

“If i’m not already.” “Having just come out of your heat you might be.” Dianna shrugs nonchalantly. “Heat?” Both Patrick and Jane ask in unison. Patrick continues. “Heat, as in like dogs go through?” “Yes and no.” I shrug. “It involves actual waves of heat and hotness spreading through your body and an undeniable urge to copulate, deny which only makes the heat worse and causes your body pain.” “Oh!” Jane gasps.”So the two of you just had that time away for…to..Oh, my gosh! How can you even walk, child?”

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?

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

I can handle whatever he throws my way. Today is hotter than yesterday, which proves hell actually exists. I was excited to take a shower until Dagger joined me. Fuck, how do I resist him now? Watching him jack himself before I turned around will stay imprinted on my brain forever. The man has no modesty whatsoever, and now I’m as horny as I was before jillin’ last night.

Renna I felt the warmth of his lips, a surge of sparks coursing through my veins. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything I had ever experienced. It ignited a fire within me, spreading throughout my entire being, making every inch of my body feel hot and alive. The intense feeling travelled downwards, settling between my legs, creating a pulsating desire I had never known before.

It started deep inside my soul and this time, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. I felt my own fury as Sabine had burned. I felt the heat of it in my breath as my eyes started melting and my skin turned black. I could feel her hate for me but I reveled in it instead. I lay on the floor panting and struggling to breathe as Death watched me. The burning had stopped and my hands weren’t black anymore. He wasn’t laughing at me either, just watching me with interest. This certainly was different than any other time I’d been here.

I don’t try to stop him as he tugs down my zipper. Inside, I’m crumbling. My legs feel like jelly. I don’t recognize the lustful thoughts storming through me. I don’t recognize this version of myself. Because I find myself watching his movements with anticipation—my chest tightening as he wraps a tattooed hand around my hardened cock. He pulls out my painfully hard cock and I hiss at the sensation of his rough palm against the sensitive skin. it's a cold contact. his palm is cold, mine cock is hot. and it all comes that to the fact that that's it the core of the heat in my body.