Heat and Rut
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I said, holding his hand.
“You will,” he said. “As my mate, my Luna.”
“I like that,” I said, smiling. We kissed slowly, his tongue in my mouth, but we stopped before it went too far. “Mmm,” I moaned, pulling back. “We have to wait.”
“I know,” he groaned. “It’s hard.”
We did this every day, sneaking touches, kisses, but no more. “Your scent’s getting stronger,” he said one afternoon in his office. “The shift’s close.”