I have purpose. I have a reason.
And it’sMaeve.
Following her sweet scent, I push open the door to the bedroom, taking in the delicious sight.
She’s sitting up in bed, waiting for me. Her body is wrapped in blankets, and her purple hair is slightly tangled, and she’s a vision. With her flushed face, large pupils, and slight smile, I almost fall to my knees in front of her.
“Hey, you,” she croaks out, her voice hoarse. “Long time no see.”
That damnscent. My cock is rock hard, precum staining my boxers as I approach the bed.
Which, by the way, is the biggest fucking bed I’ve ever seen in my life.
Bite.
“Hey,” I try to smirk, but I’m sure it comes out more as a grimace. I take another step toward the bed, my hands shaking as I try to steady them.
Take. Touch. Taste.
“So…we’re kind of scent matches,” she breathes.
“Kind of.”
“I’m sort of in Heat.”
“Looks like it.” Another step. “Ivan said you asked for me.”
The room is burning hot. Sweat gathers down my spine and stains my neck.
“I did,” she says, breathless. “I—fuck—” she grimaces, and I sit at the foot of the bed, longing to touch her.
“Baby. What do you need?” I ask hurriedly.
It’s obvious another cramp is hitting her, and I sit there, helpless without her permission.
“Can you just…” she huffs out a long, slow breath. “Can you just hold me?”
“Yeah, of course.” I kick off my shoes, and she lets out a whimper of pain.
“Hurts,” she says.
“I know, baby. I know.” I join her in the nest, moving through her sea of blankets until I’m at the top of the bed with her, gathering her into my arms. We lean against the headboard, and she trembles under her blanket, her teeth chattering.
“Cold,” she whimpers. “I’m cold…”
I’m a living furnace. Heat radiates through my skin, and I’m overheated to the point that sitting naked in the snow would bring relief.
It hasneverbeen like this before.
“Tell me what to do. Come on, baby, tell me what to do.”
My cock is desperate for attention. It’s half knotted already its thickness pushing painfully against my pants.
“Keep me warm,” she huffs. “Fang…Alpha…”
Fuck fuckety fuck.
“Okay,” I say. “Okay. Tell me how.”
