Page 93 of Second Chance Mates

“Hot?”

“Yeah.” She rubs the back of her neck. “Apparently, I’m in heat.”

I take a step towards her, and I’m immediately hit with the scent of her arousal. It almost blinds me and knocks me sidewards. Holy shit. She’s turned on. I pause for a moment and think through my next words carefully.

“You know what heat is?” I ask.

“Lucy explained it to me.”

“What I said made you feel hot?”

Ava nods with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. I shove my hands into my pockets before I reach out to touch her. “Yeah,” she whispers. “My entire body.”

“When did you start feeling like this?”

“Mainly the first day I joined pack training.”

The night I heard her quiet whimpers of pleasure.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I lower my gaze and tighten my jaw.

“Ava, I heard you. I felt you.”

“What?”

“That night. You were thinking of me, and–”

She gasps to herself, eyes widening in shock. “I-I blocked you out.”

“Not well enough.”

A hand claps over her mouth. “I completely objectified you. I’m sorry.”

My lips release a soft laugh. “Baby, I am honoured.”

I step forward to clasp her cheeks. I expect her eyes to dart around the room with hesitation, but she doesn’t. In fact, she stares right back at me with every ounce of confidence. Instead of any negative emotions, I’m flooded with her heightened arousal instead.

Fuck.

My eyes flick between her frantically. I glance down at her lips and groan quietly at the soft gloss on them. I lower my head to kiss her because it’s all I can think about.

Her small hand bunches into my shirt as I cradle the back of her head, caressing her lips with mine. I push her backwards until she hits the wall. I sigh into her mouth when she twists her head and attempts to widen the kiss.

Easy. I coax my voice through her mind, earning a whimper of pure bliss. We don’t have to rush. I’m right here.

Ava slows down for all of three seconds before she devours my lips again. Her tongue slips into my mouth with eagerness. I smile into the kiss and hold her delicately between my hands.

After a moment, I pull away, and she leans forward, chasing the kiss. Her brown eyes are as dark as midnight, lips swollen and chest heaving—a sight that will put me into an early grave.

“What do you want, Ava?”

My fingers stretch through the back of her hair, tilting her head to continue meeting my gaze. “You. I want you.”

I fight the urge to claim her now. But this isn’t a race.

“You want me to do what?”

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