"Grace, what's wrong?" I gazed at James through hooded eyes feeling both suddenly exhausted and on the verge of crawling out of my clothes. Sitting still felt uncomfortable but being away from him felt unbearable. I couldn't help the way I leaned into James, and he pulled me close to his side in response. I rested my head under his chin and sighed. Relief fell over me and I never wanted to move from this spot.
"Grace, talk to me." His fingers found their way to my chin, and I had the sudden urge to slip his fingers between my lips and suck them like I would his dick. I resisted the urge and instead held onto his wrist, savoring the feeling of his pulse beneath my fingers. It was fast like my own.
"I feel hot. I feel like I can't sit still. I feel like I need you to keep touching me." I pulled his hand from my chin and positioned it to cradle my neck instead. His thumb ran circles over a certain spot, and I leaned into his touch letting out a sound resembling a moan. It sounded desperate. Hungry, no starving.
"I think I'm in heat."
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The Solitary Mate
WerewolfRanked #22 in Isolation 07/25/2023 "I'm not mate material. You're better off without me." My heart clenched at his words and my wolf whined internally. "I, James, reject you, Grace, as my ma-" I lunged across the counter quickly placing my hand ov...
