Chapter 172
I woke up drenched in sweat, my body on fire. Every inch of me felt alive and sensitive, like the air itself was brushing against my skin with tantalizing heat. My silk sheets clung to me in a way that was maddening, teasing me as I shifted uncomfortably.
What was wrong with me? My body felt like it was betraying me, a pulsing heat building low in my stomach. I staggered out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom, desperate to cool down.
Turning on the cold water, I stepped under the icy stream, gasping as it shocked my overheated skin. For a moment, it helped, but the relief was fleeting. The fire inside me roared back to life the moment I stepped out.
Downstairs, I found Sophie already awake and making breakfast for the twins. She looked up as I entered the kitchen, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Morning, Ayla,” she said, her tone far too cheery for my current state.
I grumbled a response, trying to ignore the way my body was still thrumming with need.
Sophie smirked as she looked me over. “You know, I’ve gotta admire the confidence. Walking around in that sexy little dress during heat? Bold move.”
My spoon clattered to the table, and I froze. “What did you say?”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. You didn’t notice? You’re in heat, girl. And with the full moon tonight, it’s only going to get worse.”
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. Of course, I was in heat. How could I have missed the signs? The heightened sensitivity, the burning need, the way my skin practically begged for touch—it was all so obvious now.
This was bad. Really bad.
After feeding the twins, I begged Sophie to watch them for the day. She agreed easily, and I retreated to my room, locking the door behind me.
The hours crawled by. I tried everything to distract myself—movies, snacks, even reading—but nothing worked. My body was a live wire, every brush of fabric against my skin sending shivers down my spine.
By nightfall, I was pacing the room like a caged animal. My silk nightgown clung to my damp skin, and no amount of cold showers could extinguish the fire raging inside me.
Midnight came, and the heat became unbearable. My thoughts were clouded, my body shaking with need. I felt like I was going insane.
I needed ice. A bag of ice might help cool me down.
Slipping on a loose tank top and silk shorts, I decided to sneak downstairs. Surely, everyone was asleep by now. But I had barely made it halfway down the stairs when a familiar scent stopped me in my tracks.
Jake.
The moment I inhaled his scent, my knees went weak, and my heat surged to an unbearable level. Before I could react, I was pressed against the wall, my heart racing as I looked up into his dark, predatory eyes.
His hands gripped my arms tightly, his chest heaving as he struggled for control. But there was no mistaking the way his gaze raked over me, filled with hunger and possessiveness.
“Jake,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, his nose brushing against my neck as he inhaled deeply. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I felt my resolve crumble. He grabbed my breasts and sucked on my nipples squeezing hard I couldn't help but pull him closer. My body craved for him and screamed for him to just take me right there. I gasped as he held me tighter.
In one swift motion, he ripped my tank top clean off, leaving me gasping. His hands roamed over my bare skin, his touch igniting sparks wherever it landed.
“Jake, we can’t,” I managed to say, though my voice was weak. “It’s the moon. We’re not thinking straight.”
“It’s not the moon,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “It’s you.”
Before I could respond, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to his room. His bed loomed in the corner, and I barely had time to process what was happening before he laid me down on the cool sheets.
He hovered over me, his muscles taut, veins prominent, and his skin glistening with sweat. His gaze was intense, filled with a raw desire that made my breath hitch.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice a possessive growl that sent shivers down my spine.
His lips crashed against mine, demanding and hungry, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back with equal fervor. His hands slid down my sides, pulling at the waistband of my shorts until they were gone.
I moaned as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of my mark. When he bit down, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful washed over me.
“You’re mine,” he murmured again, his voice a low rumble that made my heart race.
His fingers found their way between my wet thighs, teasing me until I was a trembling mess beneath him. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed me to the brink.
“Jake,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and filled with unspoken emotion. “Say it,” he commanded.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them.
A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, and he wasted no time claiming me completely.I moaned as entered me his movements were rough yet tender, each touch, each kiss, each thrust filled with a passion that left me breathless.
The world around us disappeared, and all that mattered was the way he made me feel—wanted, needed, loved.
“Mine,” he whispered again, his voice low and possessive as he buried his face in my neck.
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