Her Heat
281 Words
Not just lust. The mating pull. It spiraled from deep inside, coiling in her belly and dragging a moan from her lips.
Seth pulled back just enough to look at her, his golden eyes glowing with the wolf just beneath the surface.
“You feel it,” he said, voice rough. “Don’t lie.”
MaLeeka’s breath came in short, heated gasps. Her lips were swollen. Her legs were weak.
“I feel a lot of things,” she muttered, but her voice lacked conviction.
He smirked. “Your scent says otherwise. You’re in heat, MaLeeka. You didn’t come into my territory by accident. The moon brought you to me.”
She scoffed. “Or maybe I was just looking for shelter, Alpha.”
“You think I’m stupid?” he growled, taking her wrists in one large hand and pinning them above her head against a tree. His body pressed flush against hers—hot, hard, and unmistakably aroused. “You crossed pack lines the week before the blood moon. Your wolf knew exactly what she was doing.”
MaLeeka’s pupils dilated. Her wolf clawed beneath her skin, desperate for release.
And Seth smelled it. Felt it.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“…No,” she whispered.
It was all the permission he needed.
Seth crashed his mouth to hers again, devouring her like prey. His other hand roamed her side, gripping her hip, then sliding around to palm her ass. She gasped against him, and he drank the sound like wine.
A low, primal growl rumbled in his throat. His teeth grazed her skin. “Good girl.”
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