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“You don't look affected.” He nodded. “You're human, I can't go too hard and hurt you.” He kissed my forehead. “And it's not a normal heat, it's artificial. Sure, your scent worked me up, but not as hard as it would have in a real heat, so I can control myself.” I didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a completely valid reason. But the quiet in the room didn't last long. The fever in my blood flared back to life without warning, a sudden, rolling heat that made my skin prickle and my stomach knot up all over again.

She turned her sharp, clouded eyes to Miller, who was staring at the frail elder in absolute, terrified awe from his workstation. Veda pointed a knobby, trembling finger directly at his high-tech computer console. "Take that thing-a-ma-jig," Veda commanded, her raspy voice dead serious, "and blast that room with enough heat that it’ll take three days for those walls to cool down enough to even touch." Miller blinked, his jaw slack, before he frantically nodded and started typing on his keyboard. "Yes, ma'am. Surface of the sun, coming right up." Behind them, the heavy exhaust fans roared to life, and the muffled, deep thrum of the industrial heaters kicking into maximum overdrive vibrated th

“Risk is what makes it hot. Imagine if we’re stuck here longer… what would you do?” The question hung heavy. Ana didn’t answer, but her body did: thighs clenching, breath deepening. They sat closer now, legs pressed together, body heat mingling in the stifling air. The smell of sweat was overwhelming, a stench of repressed desire. Ana closed her eyes for a moment, fantasizing him taking her right there, ripping her clothes, slamming his cock deep into her starving pussy. Marcos, sensing the vibe, thought the same: “This bitch is in heat. If this lasts, I’m gonna fuck her senseless.”

Edward whispered softly close to my ear. --To be continued… Please SUPPORT my other works: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18+ and Conquering the Emperor 18+

Hot... It was so hot... Rayan's heat had started that Sunday. It was now Tuesday, and even though it should be the last day, but it didn't make it any easier. Everything was too warm. The whirring of his room's ventilation system provided an odd background noise as it fought to keep the accumulating pheromones in check. His ass was sore and slimy. His member throbbed uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat. He wanted something inside him... He needed something inside him... He needed Scott inside him...

My thighs clenched together, seeking friction, relief, anything, and I felt the moment all three of them locked onto the movement. The temperature in the room spiked. "We can't—" Caden started. "I know." Ryker's hands were shaking now, his legendary control completely shattered. He looked at me like I was torturing him just by existing. "But if we don't do something, this is going to kill her." "Heat can't kill—" "Artificial heat can." Aiden pushed back into the room despite the command, his healer instincts apparently overriding everything else. "If this was chemically induced, her body doesn't know how to regulate it. The fever will keep spiking until—"

Worse, I wouldn’t know or care as I would just want it to be over. The heat serum essential renders a woman powerless dazed with lust, she is desperate. She wouldn’t know who is around her just feel her body heating desperately for sex. I know what I am asking him, but as I can’t mark Ansel, then this is the only way I can produce him an heir. I can’t fail us.

In fact, I could sense him missing me just as much. Julius' Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His gaze darkened instantly, his lust for me too overwhelming for him to suppress. I took his hand and pressed it onto my chest, my voice already taking on a seductive lilt. "Let's just say I'm starving for you, Julius." His hand became warmer, his fingers closing around my chest tightly. Just as he was about to prop himself up to kiss me, I shifted away from him, only allowing his lips to brush against mine gently.

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she gently rubs her growing stomach which seemed invisible until she turns slightly to the side as a smile graced her face. “Hello, mommy’s baby, wait until daddy sees you, I love you so much.” TO BE CONTINUED… P.S. Sorry for the short chapter guys, currently working on the next as you read. Heat Vol 2. Is meant to finish this month, so expect frequent chapters, and all those who are back to school, hope you enjoy it and that all goes well with your education ;)