Sage

I was shaking.

Not from anxiety, never from anxiety. But it was from the rut, clawing up my spine, sinking fangs into the base of my skull, roaring 'mine, mine, mine' until I could barely hear my own heartbeat over it. She shouldn’t have rejected me in the first place. Just made everything worse for her because I want her more now.

Her scent, sweet and heavy with the swell of an Omega in full heat, had sunk into my lungs hours ago, turning every breath into gasoline feeding the blaze inside me.

Eve lay beneath me, flushed and trembling from the second orgasm I’d just licked out of...