Simmering Heat Novels & Stories

Wondering what Burrito means but it's sounded cute, Beatrice thought to herself. From the kitchen, Simy cleared his throat. “I’m heating the soup.” Hector stood. “I got it.” The soup was still in the pot from this morning. He put it on low and stirred. The smell filled the kitchen — garlic, chicken, thyme. He put the mashed potatoes in the microwave. Then the bread he’d bought. He moved on autopilot. Simy leaned against the counter. He watched Hector for a second. “You okay?” he asked, low.

I sure miss the tea from back home I thought before Simon interrupted. "I have a question for you, Jennie" he asked. Earning a confused look, I raised an eyebrow. "Alright, what's going on?". Simon swallowed the lump in his throat. "I hope you don't find this to forward but I've been keeping track of your....cycles.. It's something that just comes naturally since we keep track on the farm of when our animals go into heat." What is wrong with this boy? “I don't understand where you are going with this but I suggest you get to it quickly" I stated plainly.

He made a circular motion with his finger once, then twice in the fold, then moving up and down. “Don't tease me…” Miriam whispered with teary pleading eyes. Every little movement Heath made down there was accompanied by little pecks on her neck. “Put it in… please…” The burning heat inside Miriam was unbearable. In her lower abdomen, something was calling to Heath, and Heath could hear it. Miriam was indeed entering the Heat because of the first round just now. Heath quickly drowned in the sweet scent of the pheromones that Miriam gave off. He wanted to keep his senses and didn't want to repeat his mistakes when he got out of control.

Her friends huddled together, the heat from the flames making them sweat. She was burning through the oxygen around them and they would start suffocating soon. Then, Nicholas handed his spear to Matthias and threw his own fire with hers. The bright blue she’d seen back at Shipton was equally as hot but there was a vibrancy that hers didn’t have. It weaved itself around her flames like a bright serpent and blended itself into the wall of fire until it was only white.

Stranger' Heat, a molten current, pooled deep within me. A different kind of excitement, raw and primal, coursed through my veins. He had already begun his insidious magic. His touch, a burning brand against my skin. His murmured voice, a hypnotic whisper that bypassed my ears and resonated directly with my core.

The deep mechanical hum of industrial heating systems. The crackling roar of an enormous fireplace. The distant laughter. The clinking dishes. The unmistakable atmosphere of abundance. Warmth practically radiated through the speaker.

Hello readers. If you are regular reader of books with werewolves/wolf shifters then you already know what heat is. To those who may be reading a book of this genre for the first time, I just want to give a little explanation. I want you to have a basic understanding before you continue reading so you won't be confused in the next chapter. Heat is basically a period of extreme arousal in female wolves. It's kind of like ovulation in human females where they are horny and moody and have other symtoms of PMS.

“I can feel a bit of tension tonight. I suppose it’s because the big day is so near.” “It’s not that big a day. Just a routine flight. We’re not doing any sims.” “What’s a ‘sim’?” “Simulation. Where you simulate some kind of problem and go through an emergency procedure.” “Really? That’s what ‘sim’ means?” He put his hand over one of hers and patted it gently. “That’s right. Why do you ask?”

she says as she takes a sip of champagne from a wine glass. "I have some questions about...the mating and...stuff," I say a little uncomfortably. Diana and Meg nod in unison. "Ask away," says Diana. "And don't be shy. We're here to answer your questions," adds Meg. I take a deep breath. "Okay. So, what's this heat I heard about?" "Well, heat is something we werewolves go through every now and then," says Diana. "Heat is a cycle of reproduction unique to shapeshifting individuals. It happens when two mates get a hormonal change which drives them to reproduce."

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"