“Fucking hell,” Fenris growled, walking closer.
His scent hit me again, this time stronger, more potent, than before. It called to my wild side, all masculine dominance and virile strength. He could take care of me. He was powerful and respected and so fucking hot. I almost launched myself at him.
He grabbed my shoulders and helped me upright, but when I glanced at his eyes, they shimmered with the animal behind them. No longer friendly and jovial, they echoed with hunger and feral need. He was trapped in the net of my hormones, the closest counterpart in the shockwave, and now he’d let the magic take over.
“Wyn, you’re in heat.” He ghosted his calloused palms over my neck to my jaw and cupped my face, holding me like I meant the world to him. But even in my oxytocin-driven haze, I knew it was lust taking over.
“I know,” I growled as another wave hit me, right in the cunt, and I almost doubled over, clutching his shoulders to keep myself upright. Sweat beaded down my temples, and I struggled to inhale. All I could taste was his magnificent maleness, his heady strength making my mouth water. My fangs throbbed, and my knees shook.
He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me, tucking me closer to his chest. But that made it worse. I turned my face to his neck, to the spot right near his shoulder where his scent was the strongest, and a moan barrelled out of my chest.
Hell, he was the most tantalizing person I’d ever been close to, and suddenly, all the reasons this was a terrible idea flew out of my head. I didn’t care about my feelings. I didn’t care about his past or my job or how ill-matched we truly were. I had to taste him. I had to get more.
My tongue darted out on its own and traced a line up his windpipe to his jaw, and I swallowed that rich, cinnamon elegance. He hissed, and his muscles tensed, but I only moaned lower.
“Careful, little wolf,” he said. “I’m struggling to be the gentleman here.”
I wanted to thank him for that, but my wolf didn’t. She didn’t want a gentleman. She didn’t want this kind version of him. She wanted the beast, the monster within, the one who brought three women back to his room with a devilish grin.
I knew what would happen if he didn’t help me. My shifter magic would escalate and continue to pulse out of me until any viable dominant found me and took me. The pain would get worse. My cunt would cramp, and my molecules would ignite, and it would leave me utterly defenseless until someone gave in. Likewise, the preternatural energy would get stronger. It would draw shifters in, hypnotize them until it clawed out their inner animal and forced them to give me what I needed.
“Please.” The word humiliated me, and in a move that would amplify my embarrassment once this ended, I rocked my hips against him. A gasp tore out of me at the thick, rigid length pressing into my pelvis. My cunt squeezed around the void inside me, yearning to be filled. It cramped, and I cried out, moving against him again as I begged for release and wrapped my hands behind his neck. “Please, Fen. Please.”
“Fuck.” He grabbed my wrists and disentangled himself from me to take a step back. “Wyn, listen to me. I can take you to the infirmary. They’ll put you out until?—”
“No!” It wasn’t me speaking. The snarled roar came from my animal, and she pushed to the forefront of my mind, taking over my senses. “You.”
Like called to like. The switch in his features was immediate, the tortured furrow in his brows easing as a grin spread across his lips.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he said, his tone deeper and darker. “You’d let me take care of you? You want me to help you through it?”
The human side of me screamed for caution. She wanted to pump the brakes and think things through. But the wolf bared its teeth and decided we’d done enough thinking for a lifetime. All we did was think. It was time to feel. And just now, we ached with the pain of longing for something only he could give.
“Yes,” I cooed. “Please. Help me.”
He hummed an appreciative noise and bent to scoop me in his arms, one under my knees, the other under my shoulders. Fen lifted me into the air like I weighed nothing, and compared to his six-three frame, I likely did. I burrowed my nose in his neck and breathed him in deep, anticipation coiling in my gut at the thought of where we were heading.
I barely heard the party as we passed, and if any of our packmates noticed, none stopped us. He carried me through the hallways, past the dormitories designated for the younger members, and into the underground corridors. I snuggled close to him as the haze of my heat distorted time. The magic welled in my soul and threatened to take over, and I worried that we wouldn’t make it to a safe space before it exploded out of me again, paralyzing us both.
I only vaguely noticed the cool chill of snow as we emerged from the tunnels. A few quick steps later, we were cocooned in warmth again. His rich, heady scent wrapped around me.
His house.
His space.
Him.
He’d brought me to his cabin. A small kitchenette sat to the right, mirroring the tiny living room to the left. We walked past it, down the hallway to his bedroom at the back of the house. When he laid me down in his bed, I moaned as fresh cinnamon and cotton plumed around me, soothing me, calming me.
He’s here. He’ll help me.
“Aww, little wolf,” he said as he knelt by my feet. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well. You’ll be okay, now.”
CHAPTER 4
Fenris
I slipped her heels from her feet and rubbed the arches, ignoring the ache in my cock that told me to speed things up. It had been hard since she erupted outside in the snow, and I had to forcibly shove my wolf to the back of my mind to keep from taking her right there.
