Brees’ POV
The night was warm, but you wouldn’t know it from the way my body was shaking. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a snowstorm. His warm brown eyes were the only thing keeping me grounded. His hand cupped my cheek and I had to keep myself from pressing my face against his hand. His words pulled me out of whatever trance the drinks had me in.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” Jace purred. “When is your next heat?”
“Huh, I’m not sure. I don’t have a normal heat cycle because of the Wolf and Fox genes. I guess I should have had a heat four months ago. I’m not in heat, there is no pain.” I put more of my weight into his hand. He let out a soft growl and pulled his hand away.
He gently shut my door and walked back around the front of the car. He opened his door and slid into his
