Chapter 97
I pant, still filled with want and need, but also alarm as I acknowledge someone is waiting at my door.
“W-who is it?” I ask, my voice weak and shaky. I need this person to go away so I can get back to what I was doing.
“It’s Kane. Let me in.”
Oh fuck. The sound of his voice alone makes me whimper and I press my legs closer together. I can’t let him see me like this.
“I’m busy,” I try. “G-go away!”
“Evelyn, open this fucking door. Right now,” Kane demands.
My heart jumps at his words, the urgency in his tone. I know that no part of me should be opening the door for him, but he seems adamant. If I don’t answer, he sounds as if he may even be ready to kick it down – I have no other choice.
Swiftly, I stand and go to grab my robe hanging from the bathroom door, I wrap it around myself before I gather the clothing I’d shed, making sure they’re tossed away in the hamper. The space between my legs is still slick, but I don’t have time to address it as Kane calls my name again, causing me to finally go to the door.
As I pull the door open, I’m face to face with Kane. His green eyes are wild, filled with what looks like lust as he stares down at me. The sight of him and his scent causes an uncontrollable whine to slip from my throat.
“Fuck,” Kane says between his teeth, dragging a hand through his hair as he continues to study me. I know he notices my need – it would be impossible not too. He shakes his head as he steps toward me, swiftly closing the door.behind him so we’re alone in my room.
“What the hell is going on?” he asks me immediately, flustered.
“I – I don’t know,” I begin, but then shake my head. “I mean, I guess I do know. Dr. Borsheim said that I’m getting stronger…my body is probably going to have some intense reactions. This must be one of them.”
“Are you…?” Kane starts.
“In heat?” I finish for him, nodding. “Y-yes.”
Again, Kane curses under his breath, seeming as though he’s in some sort of internal battle. He runs a hand through his head hair once more, shaking his head as his chest heaves.
“You need to get a hold of yourself,” he insists. “I could smell you from down the hall. Pretty soon, the whole house is going to scent you and it’ll draw unwanted attention.”
I whimper at that, which makes Kane tense. Unwanted attention is the last thing that I want. But I’m at a loss.
“I have no idea what to do,” I admit to him. “I tried taking care of it myself but it’s not easy.” I gesture down to myself, indicating what I mean.
Kane sighs, his hand coming to rest on my waist. It’s strangely comforting.
“It won’t help much,” he tells me. “The whole point of heat is to find a suitable partner to…take care of it with.”
Fuck. Well, that’s not going to work.
Another wave of desire hits me then, sending a deep ache between my legs. My knees become wobbly, causing me to take a fistful of Kane’s shirt so I don’t fall to the ground. However, as I’m able to catch my breath, I watch as
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Kane’s nostrils flare, his chin dipping as he looks downward.
As his gaze lands on my hand and darkens, I suddenly remember that it was the hand – or rather, the fingers – I’d been using to pleasure myself. Horrified, I begin to pull my hand away, but Kane’s reflexes are disturbingly quick.
He catches me by the wrist, huffing as he scents me on my own fingers. As if he’s a man possessed, all logical thought seems to empty from his head as instinct takes over and he pulls my hand toward him. I suck in a breath as I watch his lips part, and then I’m moaning as he takes my fingers into his mouth.
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