NOVA
I'm restless tonight. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that my mate is beyond the locked door of the room, drowning in his hunger and agony. I'm in the sitting room now, unable to sit still. Rhydar's whimpers and growls have become much worse. So much that he sounds like he's dying. And Goddess, I'm about to lose it.
At the mere sound of his voice, the wetness pooling between my thighs is worsening. I feel like a f*****g slut. Finally, I give up on the fight for self-control, lowering myself to the floor. My fingers slip past my robe, finding my p***y wet. I shiver, my heart pounding faster as I brush against the pulsing nub between my legs.
"I can smell you, Nova," Rhydar's voice vibrates all the way from his bedroom, and I squeeze my eyes shut, rubbing my c**t.
"Are you touchi
