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Breaking off our kiss, I said, “So I guess you’re stuck with me, Sheriff.”
He nuzzled my neck. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, mate,” he quipped, nibbling on my skin until he found the mark he’d left on my shoulder and gently licked it. A shiver of lust and want shot through my body.
“Time for round two,” he growled. “On your knees… now.”
CHAPTER27
NOVA
Hours later, I woke up feeling an unbearable warmth that threatened to consume me. Glancing over, I saw Rhett sprawled on his stomach, snoring. Evidently, he was pleasantly exhausted from our multiple rounds of lovemaking.
Kicking the sheet off my body, I lay there sweating. The cool night breeze that flowed inside from the open sliding glass door did nothing to abate the heat crawling all over my naked body like ants.
Easing off the bed, I tiptoed onto the balcony and stood by the railing, lifting my hair away from my neck, hoping to relieve the hot flash that raced through my body. The night air didn’t help. The heat was intensifying, causing me to sweat like I’d just run through the Serengeti.
My superheightened hearing heard the thump of Rhett’s bare feet against the floor.
Rhett’s voice was husky and filled with sleep when he asked, “You okay?”
My pussy pulsed from a growing state of arousal.
Turning to face him, I said, “No,” while wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead. “I think I might be premenopausal because I’m having a beast of a hot flash.”
Rhett strode over, staring at me like I’d grown two heads. “I don’t think it’s a hot flash.” He pressed his nose against my neck and sniffed loudly. “Your scent has changed.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.
“Changed to what?”
He had an amused expression on his face. “You’re going into mating heat.”
“What the hell do you mean by mating heat?” I croaked.
“It’s when a mated female becomes highly sexually receptive to her mate.”
I remembered Imani and Nyx telling me about “the heat,” but it all seemed too real now.
“And how long is this mating heat going to last?” I demanded.
“Days. How many depends on your body,” he explained.
“Days?” I squeaked even as a sharp need to fuck Rhett stabbed my pussy. “There is no way in hell I’d be able to make it through days of straight fucking.” Rhett fucked like a stallion and was hung like one too.
“How do you know if you don’t try?” He grinned.
“Stop being a smartass.” I shoved him playfully. “We’ve already been fucking nonstop. My pussy needs at least a day to recover.”
He waggled his brows. “You’d be surprised by the things your body can do, given proper motivation.”
“Nope. Not happening. I need more sleep, and then we can get this mating heat party started.”
“That’s not how this works, Nova. You can’t schedule the heat like a meeting. The mating heat starts and stops when it wants.”
I arched a brow. “You know what I just heard? Blah, blah, blah… mating heat bad.”
He chuckled. “Seriously, Nova, there’s no fighting the heat. You’ll be in a constant state of arousal that only I will be able to satisfy.”
“Sleep first.” I gave him a quick kiss. “I’m the master of my body, and it does what I want, when I want.”
“Is that right?” He arched a brow.
