Her eyes snap to mine, wild and glassy, and for a moment I can feel her pulse hammering through her fingertips.
“Ineed,” she says, sharp and simple.
We all know what she’s asking for. But I need her to say it. For her sake. Because even though O-space isn’t heat, and she’s not completely lost to her hindbrain, none of us can say with certainty how deep it goes. Her O-space always makes her inhibitions lower. She doesn’t overthink or feel shame as she usually would.
I have to make sure she won’t cross a line she regrets later.
Right now, I need to stay in role. Her Pack Beta. The one who doesn’t lose his head when everyone else gets swept up in pheromones and instinct. I have to find out what sheactuallyneeds, not what her body’s screaming for in this moment.
Maybe she just needs some affection.
“Do you… need a hug?”
She blinks at me and suddenly I’m on the receiving end of her snarl.
Before I can say anything more, Halley moves, launching herself off Viper. One second I’m kneeling, the next I’m flat on my back with her straddling me, wild-eyed and grinning like a feral thing that’s just caught its prey.
“Fuck. Okay, fine.Fine. Not a hug!”
She bucks her hips, and I tense all over.
Fuuuck.
Her hips rock again, chasing the pressure of my cock against her heated core.
Everlyn warned me this might happen. As Halley’s pheromone levels spike, she’ll get aroused. Maybe even aggressive.
A frustrated growl builds low in her throat.
“C’mon,” she whines. “Please. I…Mmm— want this. Don’t you?”
She digs her fingers into my hair and jerks.Hard.
I grunt in pain.
Okay, yep. Think we can tick sexually aggressive on the list of her symptoms.
“Alright. Let me just… oh, fuck—”
She licks a hot stripe from my shoulder to my temple, then goes straight for my mouth with single-minded hunger.
“J—Just give me a second to think,” I mutter, redirecting her lips to my throat where she latches on and suckles earnestly.
Rut-dammit.
I inhale through my nose and try not to roll my hips into hers. Her weight on my lap, the grinding, the little moans. It’s a heady mix.
“Halley, baby girl, listen to me for a second, yeah?”
I give a gentle tug on her hair to try to get her attention.
Mistake.
She lets out a loud moan and doubles down on the grind, hips moving in firm, needy circles against the very inconvenient problem tenting my pants.
Right. We’re in the deep end now. Fuck, maybe this is her heat?
I cup her cheeks in both hands, firm but not rough, and coax her face in front of mine.
