Taryn
I woke with a gasp.
Everything burned.
My skin was on fire. My thighs were soaked. My core throbbed with a need so sharp it nearly doubled me over.
Caz.
I turned in the sheets, reaching for him—but his side of the bed was empty, the covers already cool. My breath hitched, a pathetic whimper slipping from my lips.
“Caz?” I called out, voice wrecked with want.
He stepped in from the bathroom, shirtless, his sweatpants slung low on his hips. His gaze met mine—and instantly, I saw the change in his expression.
Lust. Hunger. Restraint.
“You’re in heat,” he said softly.
I nodded, sitting up, my hands already tugging at the hem of my tank top. “It hurts, Caz. I need you. Please.”
His jaw clenched. “Taryn… the council meeting is this morning. With Dean. We’ve been planning it for—
