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"You will definitely care when you try to choke this cold, gelatinous horror show down you throat. I’ll heat them.” I think he’s doing it for my sake. I’m not as fit and fast as he is, and we both know I need more time to rest before we can go on. “Can you still feel it? The energy?” he asks while he sets up the flameless heaters. “Yes,” I say. “It’s stronger here, but different somehow.” “Different how.” I furrow my brow and concentrate on the energy. “It- it’s almost like it’s alive. It’s pulsating. Like- like... a heartbeat.”

“Are we gonna argue all night or are we going to make up? I have missed you so much.” I start to unbutton his shirt slowly. I know that being seductive is not the best way to settle an issue but I am running out of ideas and I feel aroused all of a sudden. I think my heat is coming. Gosh - I don’t know how to handle it without Jared by my side. I say to Sorana. You better take advantage of it while you can. Your heat this time around will be so severe that you might hop on any random guy to please you. Sorana warns.

I was so fucking rigid that the bed sheets were giving me sensations. “I know you think you want my dick, but it's the heat making you do that. So we'll have to settle for other options, just to ease the burden on you. I'll make you cum in every other way until you pass out. Is that okay?” A look of shock crossed her features but she nodded in understanding. I know, a weaker man will take advantage of this, it's literally one of the reasons nature put the heat in our females, to take off all human hesitation.

“No drugged heats, no sold heats. Ever.” “Now that one is really a shame,” he drawled, looking displeased. “There are powerful males with really deep pockets willing to offer so much for your heat. If I promised no extreme heat kink, guaranteed pleasure, care, and the right to choose your customer, would you reconsider?” “No." The very idea made my skin crawl. Made my hands cold and clammy. I wiped them on the ridiculously short skirt I wore. The two unavoidable heat cycles I endured every year—which included two mini-heats and a full heat every cycle—were already torture enough. I did not need extra ones, definitely not artificially forced ones.

Man, that’s so fucking hot. As if she can feel me gazing at her, Immi attempts to pull her top down to no avail. There’s not that much fabric. “You want a coffee or something?” I ask her instead. I need a distraction from her body, the heat I can feel sitting this close to her is driving me insane. I want to reach out and run my fingers up her tattoos and draw them along the flower above her buttock. Shit, is it me or is it getting furnace hot in here? I need to take some clothes off. No, I need a cold shower like an ice cold shower.

Please let there be another way. And something out there must be listening, because, without experiencing even the slightest tug of sorcery on my personal energy, I feel Canus’s heart begin to heat. It’s not a nice heat, not the warmth of blood and humanity, but something bright and unyielding, a heat that never lived, and thus can’t die.

His hair was flawlessly gelled at the side into perfection, not even a single strand out of place. My eyes skimmed over his tall broad frame. He was broad-built and muscular and was well laid out with a well-fitting suit even at this time. He had no tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were left open, revealing his sleek tattooed chest. Anyone could tell his whole body was covered with ink and it won't be wrong to address him as a fine piece of art. Any girl would swoon over him. Time froze as my blue pair of orbs got stuck on an inhumanly cold and stoic pair of striking Hazel orbs with splashes of blue. His eyes. His eyes are inhuman yet captivating and mesmerizing.

But I don't think you want to travel during your Heat." Instead of fear, a jolt of arousal shoots through her core, and she shivers. "Fuck, and that just got you wetter. I already know what you want, Sama Arthur. Don't lie to yourself." No use correcting him on her name now. "And what do I want?" She growls, staring at the ceiling. "You want a villain, someone tangible you can hate. Someone you can scream your anger at. Someone who will fuck it out of you, even if it's by getting you off with a

I’ll be damned and thirsting deep if, after two months, I don’t imprint myself on his skin—on every inch of him. I know he wants me too. I see it in his eyes—those cold blue flames he always hides behind. I see it every time his mask slips, when his rage doesn’t cover the heat under it. He may claim he’s not into this shit, but his hard-on that I’ve felt twice says otherwise.

I wake in the middle of the night tossing and turning. I have a raging headache and I’m so hot. I throw the duvet off and I’m still hot. Maybe it’s because of Aidan. Stupid wolves and their internal heating. So I throw his arm off of me and half-kick half-roll him away with my foot. Nope. Still hot. And it’s starting to get uncomfortable, like the heat is coming for under my skin and trying to melt me from the inside out.