If feelings could talk

CYRUS’ POV

“Cyrus…”

I hummed in reply, nuzzling my face closer to her skin. It wasn't enough. I needed to feel her, I needed to be in her. But Baekalis was pretty strict when it came to things like this — something I had come to realise in the past few days.

It was the last day of the week, and ultimately, the last day of my rut, so it was safe to say that I wouldn't be thinking with my dick for the next few weeks or so.

Baekalis had come to a compromise about the scenting thing, and I was allowed to scent her in the mornings when we woke up, and at night right before bed. It was an agreement that worked well for everyone; I liked scenting her, and she liked being scent, and doing it this way meant that none of our daily activities were disturbed. See? Everybody won.

I was in her room more often than not nowadays, and although I used my rut as a means of self justification, I was clearly being delusional because I couldn't see myself even attempting to leave after my rut ended.

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