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To him.
I had taken three steps towards the door before I caught myself, steeling myself against my instincts as they pushed me to find Kaeleron, to give in to every wicked need he roused in me. He would gladly pleasure me until I was out of my mind, high on the mating heat and him.
All I had to do was give in and ask him.
I gritted my teeth and curled my hands into tight fists, fighting that urge to find him. To fuck him. It wasn’t going to happen. I would probably die of embarrassment if he knew the state I was in, how my sanity was slowly being stripped from me by my primal instincts to mate.
I buried my head in my hands and shook it.
Not going to happen.
I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, and when that didn’t work, I lifted the bowl and doused myself, spilling water all over the stone floor.
But still the fire within me grew hotter.
I clawed at my sodden dress as it stuck to my skin, frantic and wild, my heart thundering and limbs shaking as need became pain, as that pain threatened to steal my sanity from me.
I was burning up.
A growl pealed from my lips.
And only a male could quell this heat threatening to destroy me.
My wolf side howled for Kaeleron.
Chapter 20
SAPHIRA
Igroaned and pulled at my dress, my face twisting as misery joined the pain and the need rioting within me, and took to pacing my room, restless with a need to return to the feast and find someone.
Anyone.
I was no longer feeling picky. Kaeleron. Riordan. Any male would do.
I gritted my teeth, fighting that urge.
I didn’t really want that. My instincts did. That deep primal instinct that demanded I mate.
Maybe I could sleep it off.
Maybe a few more glasses of wine would make me so tired that this violent need to mate would subside because I wouldn’t have the energy. I absently clawed at my dress, not realising I was slowly shredding it until I caught my haggard reflection in the mirror. My pupils were blown, my crimson dress in tatters, and my hair was a damp tangle of silver that looked as if I had been rolling around in the bushes with a male already.
“Someone should have given me explicit details about this,” I groused, blaming my mother, and the teachers at my pack, andeven my ancestors for not deciding this was something maturing female wolves needed a full breakdown about so they knew what to expect.
Because this need to claw my skin off and this pain that twisted inside me, as if it might kill me if I didn’t find a release for it, wasn’t something I had anticipated.
And, really, I only had myself to blame.
I shouldn’t have stopped my mother when she had started to talk about maturity, trying to warn me about what would happen.
But I had given in to embarrassment, hastily withdrawing and shutting her down.
I regretted it now as I doubled over, clutching my stomach as need became agony, and hadn’t realised my hands had moved of their own accord until I was palming my breasts, thumbing my nipples, shivering as little jolts of pleasure tripped through me.
“Maybe I can deal with this alone, or at least take the edge off.”
I knew it wouldn’t help, but refused to listen to sense, because I had to do something. Anything.
