Page 30 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

M y wolf howls beneath my skin. I can feel my body prickling, my pupils dilating. Freezing in my seat, I chance a glance at my twin, who returns the same look on his face that I feel on my own.

Shit, he groans to me through our bond.

We rise slowly, trying not to scramble and draw attention from the humans surrounding us. I cautiously extend my hand to Runa, hoping she accepts it without a stubborn fuss.

Her hooded gaze meets mine, pupils totally blown as she begins to wriggle in her seat.

Her scent has become so strong that I don’t feel like I’m getting any oxygen.

My eyes frantically take in our surroundings, making sure there aren’t any other shifters in the vicinity.

The last thing we need is other males to catch her scent right now.

Mated or not, you never know if there are other assholes out there.

“Is it time to go?” she nearly pants, confusion crinkling her brow. She’s so fucking spectacular, staring at me with her green gaze, clouded with her growing lust.

Leaning a bit further to capture her hand, I lift her from her seat, directing her towards the parking lot calmly, with my hand on the small of her back. I want this to be enjoyable and not stressful for her. “Yes, Precious. We have another surprise.”

Run ahead; get us a room at the resort. Hurry, I instruct Dolos, trying not to snap at him. This isn’t anyone’s fault but ours, and we should have accounted for it.

As I continue to lead her through the rows of vehicles, her steps begin to falter, and she looks at me, beginning to panic.

“Wh-what’s going on? I feel…oh, God,” she groans, her knees giving out.

Before she can fall, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the resort, bridal-style.

Realization dawns across her features, her eyes trying to focus on the thoughts fleeting through her mind.

“I-I’m going into heat,” she says, more to herself than anything.

Her overwhelming need floods our bond, and I really didn’t want to have to walk into this hotel lobby with a raging hard-on, but it looks like that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

She’s wriggling and whimpering in my arms, pulling on the buttons of my shirt.

“Eris, please,” she cries, and the pained sound of her voice nearly makes my knees buckle as I move faster.

When we’re almost to the sliding doors of the resort, I see Dolos dart in front of the door.

Got our room. Let’s go, he puffs, also struggling to keep his shit together.

“We’re almost there, Precious. I promise we’ll take care of you in just a minute,” I pant, thankful the elevator and hallway were mostly empty.

A tear falls down her cheek, cracking my chest wide open. Dolos, she’s crying. His wild eyes meet mine as we rush the remaining distance to our room.