Page 9 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I’d never been to Stray before.

Four hours later,I was dripping with sweat while the air conditioner blasted. My eyes were closed, and my jaw was clenched.

“It’s freezing in here. How are you still hot?” Clay asked, his voice sharp.

He was worrying.

And probably fighting the beginning of the rut as it started to set in.

“It’s called heat for a reason, dumbass,” I gritted out. “And it doesn’t usually come on this fast. Are we almost there?”

“We’re only twenty minutes out.”

Shit.

“Has my scent changed drastically yet?”

“Yeah.”

I had let myself get too comfortable. Freaking irregular cycles. I must’ve been too distracted by the tattoo I was working on last night to feel the tingle. And too bothered by my stalker’s message earlier to notice when I started warming up.

“How drastically?” I asked.

He didn’t answer immediately, but I needed to know the truth.

“If it’s making you hard, we don’t have twenty minutes,” I said bluntly.

There was no point in beating around the bush. Not when it came to heat. All that would lead to was regret.

He didn’t answer, so I looked for a tent in his pants and swore when I found one.

A really large one.

I didn’t let myself think about the giant cock the fabric must’ve been hiding.

The car’s engine accelerated. “I can make it in fifteen.”

“Can you still feel your wolf?” I asked.

“No.”

I bit my cheek.

We were screwed.

“Hunter is going to kill both of us,” I said.

“No. We’re going to make it.”

“We’re not.”

“We are.”

“We’renot, Savage. If you’re that hard and I’m this sweaty, the pain is going to set in soon. The rut will come with it.”

“I can control myself.”

“Not during heat.”

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