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I said, the thought of Azalea in pain was like a million needles, pricking into my skin without any remorse. Fuck. I was also helpless. “And, you know, that being around her when it's time for her heat will also aggravate your sexual tendencies right?” “I know. I'm just confused, man. I don't know what to do. I don't know how a human can experience heat.” I said, running both hands through my already scattered hair. “Well, we don't get a lot of cases of having a human mate. So this is going to be fun, I can't wait to see all the things that comes with having a mate, especially a human one.”

Eli didn't help the situation when he dipped his hands into a paint pot, purposely grabbing Taylor on the ass, pink handprints ruining her jeans. We found ourselves in the paint shop, having to spend more money on paint since it had been wasted on us rather than the bedroom walls. We had even moved in all our belongings over the past two weeks, the first week I was going through heat. The process after mating, where your body goes into overdrive, only the touch of your mate able to cool you down. Heat was there to help continue blood lines; the Moon Goddess had imposed heat on newly mated couples. We were now in the kitchen; I had ordered a pizza since we had more decorating to do. Kennedy w

The incredible heat of his Alpha metabolism warms me, but not half as much as the heat surges from my core when I feel his thick erection pressing against my ass. "Oh..." His hands run over my body, stimulating and warming my skin. My nipples are springy under his touch, and my sex throbs when I feel his fingertips brush the top of my tuft. I feel like I should tell him to stop, but my mouth won't let me. "You'll be hot soon," he whispers in my ear. "Hasker and Kadmon are bringing wood for the fire." My eyes fall to a recess in the stony floor. As my vision adjusts to the dim light, I notice that it is blackened around the edges and filled with the remains of old fires.

Anya’s POV The heater in the van had given up hours ago. What little warmth it managed to cough out now was pathetic—nothing more than a faint, lukewarm sigh that barely stirred the air before surrendering to the high-altitude cold seeping through every crack and seam. Outside, the wind carried the sharp bite of pine resin and distant snow, pressing against the metal walls like an unwelcome guest who refused to leave. I had cocooned Kai in three layers of the heaviest sound blankets we could find in the back—those thick, quilted slabs normally used to swallow the brutal vibration of bass drums and crashing cymbals on stage. The fabric was stiff with age and use, smelling faintly of old sweat

He leaned into the warmth, burying his face in Elion’s hoodie. "Is that okay?" Elion asked. "Does it hurt?" "It burns," Cale admitted. "But the cold burns deeper. This is... surface fire. Preferable." "You're a masochist." "I am pragmatic." They lay there for a while, sharing body heat in the freezing room. Elion rubbed Cale’s back gently, trying to ignore the way Cale’s ribs felt too prominent under his shirt. "We need heat," Elion said. "Real heat. The camping lanterns aren't enough."

Aria's Pov The heat had been building for days. It started small but grew until my whole body felt like it was burning from the inside. I could not sit still. I could not eat much. I could not sleep right. Every time Viktor came near me, my pussy got wet fast, and my legs shook. I hated how bad I wanted him, I hated how my body needed him, but the heat did not care about hate. It only cared about getting filled.

He swayed his hips and took a few steps, rubbing his tip maliciously between my legs. "Ah!" As if struck by lightning, I instinctively tried to cover my lower body, but when Victor lifted me, I fell back involuntarily. I swiftly wrapped my arm around his neck, pushing out my chest. My skin, slick with sweat, heightened every sensation, and the intense tingling nearly overwhelmed me. "No... Stop it..." Victor exerted force with his back, ignoring my pleas. His hands lifted my hips, supporting me as I bobbed up and down, caressing my soft curves gently, constantly teasing my desire, as his breathing became increasingly heavy.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to. When your heat begins fully, I'll go away if you want me to. I'll have female warriors patrol the house and make sure no male comes close enough to become a problem. You'll have everything you need for as long as your heat lasts." All that sounded good in theory, but it wouldn't work. I didn't know any woman who made it through heat without her mate. It was awful. My body would basically fight against me if Cassian wasn't nearby. I would need him, I would beg for him. One touch from him would cool me down, but only for a second. So unless I wanted to spend at least a weak in misery, I had no other choice than to be with Cassian. "That's not go

She does not want to force Roseanne because the Heat is going to torment the poor soul anyway. “Today is the first day and the first wave has passed,” Iriana states in a flat tone. “You might feel the Heat again at night. It will be mild but I don’t know if you’ll be able to tolerate it. Tomorrow, you’ll get a full blast around mid-day and another one at night again. On the third day, however, you might end up attacking someone if your body doesn’t get its urges satisfied. You might even die out of the immense heat.”

I didn’t realize that I was still crying. Alpha Riley leaned on the wall with his arms folded. “We ran out of supply of heat medication two days ago and the order we placed is yet to arrive.” He said. “This heat might be the end of me.” I said to myself. “Do you need my help to relief your heat?” A smirk played on his lips. “I..don’t..need..your help.” I replied. But another wave of heat had me leaning on the cold tiles for support. I wanted him but I was trying to fight my desires.