WRITHING LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT.

Chapter: 113

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VALE AND ALTAIR:

I could feel the heat pooling in my core, the desire threatening to consume me. Every teasing word, every gentle touch made it increasingly difficult to hold back. “Soulmate, we can’t—”

“Can’t or won’t?” he challenged, his fingers gliding over my bare skin with a feather-light touch, igniting a deep ache within me as I leaned into each delicate caress. “You desire this as much as I do. I can see it in the way you’re watching me, in the way your breaths quicken. And those pheromones—look around us; it’s suffocating. It’s practically the air I breathe right now. The driver must be completely oblivious to the magic in the air, due to the spell from earlier, but above all, do you have any idea how intoxicating your pheromones make me? How wet, how desperate, how needy I feel?”

It was amusing how he claimed my pheromones were the air he was breathing because, at that moment, his pheromones were the only air I was inhaling as well. The heady