Page 120 of His Fated Luna

My cheeks flushed when my boobs squished against his arm. I rubbed experimentally against his arm, sighing because it felt so good. It made the thrumming in my veins ease up a little. I moved again, my nipples dragging against his upper arm. I let out a groan, the sensation awakening a fire in my blood that needed to be quenched.

“Rose…d-d-don’t,” Jake stuttered out. He pulled his arm away from me , cheeks pink. “I won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing this.”

“What’s wrong with me?” My tongue was heavy, my brain was muddled, and all I wanted to do was find some relief because I was wetter down there than a waterfall.

I tried to fight through the fog, to break the surface of the ocean I was drowning under. But it wasn’t working. My body was starting to feel hot.

“Jake…” My breath was hot against his neck. Myhand, damp with perspiration, squeezed his bicep appreciatively through his thin t-shirt. “You look strong.” My voice was breathy and filled with want. Waves of attraction were wafting towards Jake, who looked like a man parched for me .

Suddenly, I retreated in horror. I simultaneously recoiled from Jake as Aiden's scent drifted to my nostrils. His scent brought some sense into me .

“Why do I feel like this? My skin is so sensitive and—”

The words were still coming out thick, but I was able to think more clearly now.

“You’re in heat,” Aiden's voice interrupted from behind the bench.

I shivered. The vibrations of his voice seemed to travel down the back of my spine and settle between my legs, making my underwear soaking wet.

“I thought someone would have discussed this with you. You need to get the heat pills prescribed from Dr. Danvers.” Aidenbrought a hand out to grab my upper arm. I leaned into his touch hungrily. My skin was hot against his cool hand. “Come on. Let’s get you home. I’ve asked Tony to grab a batch from Dr. Danvers and meet us at the house.”

Aiden had grabbed my bag so I could focus on moving one foot after the other and kept talking, apologizing, taking responsibility for this entire situation.

“If I’d just taken the time to look at you, I would have known,” he said, when we were finally in his car. “We’ve still caught it early on. You could have gotten a fever from staying in your heat cycle without mating.”

“Is this normal?” I asked, my tongue lolling around in my head. It was heavy, and I was so hot. Sweat dripped down my neck, my chest, and stomach. My cheeks were bright red. I put a cheek against the window, hoping to cool down.

“It’s different for every female. Some get their heat cycles right after they turn, others get them after meeting their mate, and still there are some that only have one heat cycle in their entire lifetime. It has to do with fertility.” Aiden swallowed convulsively.

Just great. So this was basically my body begging Aiden to get me pregnant. It felt too hot, and the shirt was itchy.

I needed him to touch my bare skin. My eyes landed on Aiden's long fingers gripping the steering wheel. My body needed those fingers on me...in me …

Aiden's POV

If Rose was getting her heat cycle after a week of turning, it meant her body was ready to have pups. I swerved onto the road that led towards our pack territory. Almost home…

“How frequent are these?” Rose panted, sweat beading on her forehead.

She shifted in the car, squeezing her legs together; trying desperately to ease the ache. I couldn’t help but notice what shewas doing. Her arousal was beckoning me. Waves of her desire crashed over me. I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Please keep talking to keep my mind off this…” Her fingers pulled at her hair, damp with sweat.

“On average, females get them once every three months until they fall pregnant,” I explained shakily. Rose’s pheromones were turning me on. I wanted to park the car and drag her into the backseat to fulfill the needs of her heat.

“So there’s a light at the end of the tunnel,” Rose cackled, her voice cracking mid-laugh. “Ahhh.” She ran her hands down her chest, over her stomach. “I need to take my shirt off,” Rose croaked out.

I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Ah shit, and Rose was looking at my fingers like she wanted them in her.

Rose was radiating her arousal towards me like a shining beacon of light. I couldn't help but bitterly think that I was the moth, and she was the flame. It was getting harder to resist her.

“Deep breaths, Rose. We’re almost home. Hang in there.” My voice was encouraging, trying to help her maintain control.

“I don’t think I can,” Rose moaned, her hands slipping under her shirt.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her grip her breasts.

I pulled up in the driveway, relieved to see Tony’s car parked already. But Rose was in no position to walk. She was panting and leaning heavily against the door, touching herself, her forehead plastered against the window.