Oh my god, at her description I can instantly taste him on my tongue. My head is full of overlapping images, snippets from my memory of his tattoos, his hair piled up on his head, and that nose ring. Yeah, I’ve never been big into them, but holy shit, I think I am now.
“Raney!”
I give her what she wants. “Hot cinnamon and sugar donuts. Not stale ones, like piping hot ones. I can close my eyes and my mouth waters like I can taste him,” I admit, doing just that. Again.
She fucking purrs at my description and draws a hiss out of me. Of course, Heidi ignores it and keeps going, “And Puck? How did he smell?”
My eyes burst open, and I’m smiling like he’s in the room with me again. “He came on super strong earlier. Like holy shit strong. And I can’t say it didn’t work for me. At all actually. His scent is, no shit, gets me all fucking turned on just thinking about it.” My hand glides down my hip, because I was not wrong, he does get me all hot and bothered.
“And how did Talon smell?” she asks, and yeah, I can clearly hear the smirk in her voice.
I flick up my eyebrows. “I told him to fuck off.” My response shuts her down.
Heidi laughs. There’s nothing like the sound of Heidi laughing, like it’s impossible not to smile when she cracks up; it’s half Valkyrie goddess screech, half hyena howl.
“So, if Koz isn’t around, maybe you need to show them what they’re missing out on. Or, if he was around, he would show them what they’re missing out on.”
I laugh, agreeing immediately. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Pretty sure you’re the one to keep telling me knots don’t mean forever,” She makes a small pause for emphasis. “Your pussy, your heart… you decide who you let in. But you also don’t need to make any decisions about them either, although, let’s be real, you’re going to have one hungry muffin in a few hours…”
“And that’s my cue to go. Hungry fucking muffin? Come on, Ho! You can talk.”
“We’re not talking about me. And stop trying to deflect. Am I right?”
I roll my eyes at her as I walk into my room. The space instantly makes me feel weird, like I’m not meant to be here. My body starts playing that hot and cold game. When I take a step backwards, a warmer tickle races up my spine, and I spin on the spot, chasing it down.
“Going now. Love you.”
“Get some knot action, Raney. As many as you can. We can sort the rest out later, or Koz will make them pretty concrete boots and drop them in the deepest ocean. Do you think someone will ever love me like that?” she asks seriously.
I scoff at her. “Open your eyes, Heidi, that person might already be in front of you.”
She’s silent for all of a second before she gasps. “Wow! You did not! I’ll forgive that slip up and we can blame your heat.”
“Love you.”
I hang up on her. But she wasn’t wrong, neither was I. She does have a maybe person in front of her, and I have an available knot or two in front of me.
Sliding my phone into the back of my leather pants, I get teased by the faintest of scents and follow the smell around my house, back to the kitchen, to the exact spot where Puck was standing a few hours ago.
My ass tingles. And it takes me a few moments to realise it’s my phone and not my heat. I answer without looking.
“What?” I snap.
“Micina,” Koz purrs at me, and boom just like that, I start panting. “I’m sending you something, darling. A few compatible somethings actually. I hope to be with you before your heat is over, but you know I’m always with you regardless of where I am. I own you as much as you own me.”
“I wish you were here,” I say, moaning like a hussy as I start rubbing my legs together. It’s his fault completely. He does this thing with his voice that rubs me deliciously up the right way.
“Hmm, me too. I’d have my tongue on your sweet body, drinking down your slick, before I’d shove my hard cock inside your pussy demanding you soak my dick…”
“Are you hard now, Koz?”
“What do you think, Raney?” He growls, moans, purrs, all at once. It sounds perfectly wicked and exactly what I need.
I laugh, it comes out ridiculously breathy, but he responds with a low, deep noise, a rumble and a growl rolled into one. It adds another level of smoulder to the heat starting to take hold.
“Where are you?” he asks, his voice deep and suggestive.
