His lips burned like a brand, instantly searing away any trace of my sanity. It was a kiss laced with punishment yet brimming with raw, desperate hunger. His rough tongue forcefully parted my lips, invading with an audacity that left no room for resistance, greedily stealing away the last bit of air I had left. The overpowering surge of male pheromones felt like it was on the verge of exploding through my veins.
I don't have a wolf spirit, so the so-called heat period isn't something I deal with. Back in that hellish marriage with Brian, that monster was always overindulgent. He never lacked outlets for his urges, so his heat manifested as days of brutal torment, but nothing particularly extraordinary.
But Hebert? He's a completely different story. The way he looked now, like he wa
