He placed a hand over his heart, almost like he could feel Avalyn. “I don’t think Avalyn is okay.” His green eyes reflected pain. “She’s in pain, Nat.”
“She’ll be okay,” I whispered. She has to be.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
I nodded. His words of wisdom, however rare they were, put me at ease.
“No… I mean really…” he scooted closer and placed his hand on my forehead, “your temperature is high.”
I frowned when I met his eyes. How can that be possible? Werewolves don’t get sick.
He suddenly gulped and his eyes darted away from me, “Nat..” and then he scooted away, rubbing his face in frustration.
“What? I’m not sick. Sick is for weak humans.” I touched my forehead and sure, my head felt hot.
No, this isn’t possible.
I scooted closer to Dimitri, slapped a hand on his forehead and mine and compared our temperatures. I felt hotter than him. And my temperature was increasing alarmingly.
And then suddenly, Dimitri’s lips were on mine.
My mind went blank for a second before a searing burning pain erupted and I pushed him away, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
I slapped him. “What the fuck, Dimitri?” I screamed.
His eyes cleared like he just came out of a haze. His mouth opened and closed, like he was short of words. For the first time ever, I wanted him to speak and he was silent. “Explain right now.” I growled, standing up and walking away from him, feeling disgusted.
“I-I… your smell,” he gulped and his eyes slid shut. “I’m sorry.”
“My smell?” I echoed.
“What happened?” Anna spoke up.
“Dimitri kissed me.” I hissed out.
“I think… how long has it been since you mated Max?” He rubbed his face.
“I don’t know!” I spat, not knowing why he was bringing it up right now. But my mind was already calculating how long it had been… and then my eyes widened, “six months.”
“Fuck.” Both of us whispered.
Dimitri was on the other side of the cell in an instant and pushed his face out of the bars, “open up right fucking now!” He growled loudly.
“What happened?” Anna looked worried.
“It has begun.” My eyes widened, feeling the slow building tingling sensation in my core. “My heat.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh dear God.”
Dear God indeed. Our bodies used so much of energy shifting in human form and werewolf form, in keeping us sickness free, in keeping us warm, in enhancing our senses, that our bodies often didn’t concentrate on the reproduction aspect. Which is why, females got heat, which was essentially the only time they could get pregnant.
Every female werewolf gets her heat six months after she is mated to start the production of offspring. And after the birth of the first child, it happens every two years till a second child is born. And then most females don’t get their heat. And the some that do… their heat stops after a third child. It happens to make sure that our specie doesn’t go extinct.
And during heat, the temperature of a female body starts rising and we start giving out a smell that attracts our mates to well… mate with us. But that smell attracts other males a lot too. Our erogenous zones starts throbbing in pain for the touch of our mate. And a female in heat goes crazy without the touch of her mate, it is the only thing that can satiate her, decrease the pain and the fever. His or her touch is the only thing in the world that can help us. The touch of anyone else- male or female will burn us. That is our wolf rejecting that touch because she craves only the touch of her mate, she wants to be impregnated by only her mate.
A female in heat is kept in a safe house with her mate that is heavily guarded by mated wolves and vampires. This is one of the biggest norms of our society that nobody broke.
I felt like the time had stopped and the biological clock of my body was ticking loudly. I could feel my temperature rise by the second and I was already sweating buckets. I could feel my core throb. It was manageable now but I know I was going to be in unbearable pain in sometime.
I eyed Dimitri. He was holding on to the bars so tight that his knuckles had turned white. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were trained to the entrance door of the cellar. Sweat was beading down his forehead. I commended him for showing such control. Most men would have given up and jumped me already.
“Natalia are you okay?” Anna asked in fear. “You’re all red…”
“I -I think so.” I croaked. My throat was dry.
“Don’t talk.” Dimitri growled lowly, like he was in immense pain. “Your voice…”
Oh Goddess.
My voice was turning him on too.
All of us remained silent, waiting with baited breath for someone… anyone to come in. At least put me in a different cell. My energy levels were seriously dropping and I don’t think I’ll be able to protect myself if Dimitri lost control.
I could feel the both of us going crazy.
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into an hour.
I could hear my heart beating faster. And I could hear Dimitri’s heart match my heartbeats. He was vibrating and his eyes were shifting between me and the door. His canines were descending down and I knew without a doubt that his gums were aching. To mark me.
I closed my eyes and tried to reach Max. If there was a glitch in this world, then maybe I could contact him.
A low growl escaped my lips when I couldn’t get through to him.
My body was aching. My core was throbbing. My breasts were tender and sensitive. I could feel my nipples straining my bra. My head rolled back and hit the stone wall when I tried to reign in my cries.
Natalia Volkov doesn’t cry.
Don’t fucking cry.
I like pain. Yes. Embrace this pain. Why can’t I like this pain? I can like this pain too. It doesn’t need to be inflicted by Max for me to like it. I can make myself like it.
Yes. Give it to me. My core throbbed harder. Yes. I hissed. I like it. I like it. I chanted. I imagined Max hurting me. With a crop. No… it doesn’t hurt enough. A quirt. Yes. That’s better. I need it. I need it right now. And I need Max to give it to me. Oh yes. God fucking yes. Oh yes.
“Fucking stop.” Dimitri growled. “You’re making your smell worse.”
Fuck. I hadn’t thought about it. It was getting me off and in-turn making me more wet.
Abort thought. Abort thought.
And the blasted fucking pain- the kind that I don’t like was back ten fold.
Does every female go through this fucking thing? This is not fair! Why do males not get heat? They do absolutely nothing and get the pleasure of having sex with a female that is out to seduce them with every cell of her body. Literally.
I wanted to punch Max. He was the one who bit me and then had sex with me. He is making me go through this pain. Walking in fire is better than this. I felt like my insides were melting. And my outside felt like I was in Antarctica yet I was somehow hot. Asshole Max. He’s not getting any. Ever. He’s on the couch forever. No, he’s out of my bedroom forever.
Feelings are so fucking inconvenient. Why do I have to love him? Because of those baby blue eyes that were so blue that they even put the sky to shame. And that thin straight nose and those perfect lips. And that tongue… Goddess that tongue was a piece of art. And it played my body like I was art. And the softest golden hair… I felt arousal pool into my panties.