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I crawl toward my clothing while contemplating if a blanket would be easier.

Nude would be fine too.

It’s not like I’m out in public.

My lower stomach contracts painfully as my core pulses.

Holy crap.

I’m going to end up leaving a trail of slick dripping behind me.

That’s so gross.

The opposite of hot.

Rolling over onto my back, I rub at the ache in my stomach and end up in a ball.

Great.

Now I’m turning into one of those roly-poly bugs.

“Whoa, holy shit.” Rush stands at the bottom of the stairs to the den nest. “Lennox, are you okay?”

Damn.

Rush really is hot. He’s in dark sweats, and he found a new T-shirt somewhere. Maybe he changed completely while I was busy.

I’m not sure.

It’s probably really inappropriate to be fascinated by the way the dark gray material stretches over his cock.

Dear God, that’s sexy.

His dirty blond waves bounce as his head tilts. “Are you okay?”

“I was,” I groan. “Not sure if I currently am.”

He only hesitates for another second before he stomps up the stairs and skirts around the half-open curtain.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shaking his head.

My eyes throb, so I clench them closed as heat pulses through my entire body. Agony follows the warmth, and my legs twitch as I whimper.

The den area seems to get darker, and a low whooshing sound fills the air.

Huh, I wonder if he turned on a fan or something.

“Okay, I’ve got you,” Rush murmurs as the nest mattress jolts. I’m pretty sure he kneels at my side because his huge hand lands on my shoulder. “Fucking hell. You’re burning up. Here, lift your tongue for me.”

My forehead wrinkles as my eyes pop open.

I blink a few times, since everything is blurry. There’s a thermometer in his outstretched hand. He dimmed the lights at some point, which is a huge relief to my aching eyes.

It’s very sweet that he’s trying to take care of me, but what I really need is his knot.

My pheromones flood the air, like I personally asked them to remind him what I really need. In reality, I have no control over how they react, but they seem to understand the assignment—entice the alpha until he gives me what I need.

I open my mouth to tell him his knot will help, but he slides the thermometer under my tongue with weirdly accurate precision.

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