ALCYDE
The scent hits me before I’m fully awake—honeyed musk thick enough to drown in, rolling off Sophia in waves that make my c**k instantly, painfully hard. My eyes snap open to find her writhing against the sheets, skin flushed fever-bright, a low whine building in her throat that bypasses rational thought and speaks directly to the alpha burning in my blood.
Heat. Her first heat.
“Sophia.” Her name comes out rough, barely human.
She turns toward my voice, and her eyes are blown black with need, only the thinnest rim of brown remaining. Sweat beads across her collarbones, runs in rivulets between her breasts, and the scent—f**k, the scent is everywhere, soaking into the walls, the furniture, spreading through the alpha house like wildfire.
“Hurts.” She reaches for me with tremblin
