Chapter 93 BONUS CHAP. 6 - CLEO'S HEAT III
\-CLEO'S POV-
My eyes remained shut as the heavy lids caged them in darkness. When the heat began, fire blazed through my veins, eating at my skin. My body shook like an interplate earthquake. Though the medication reduced the scorching, there was a mild residue of charring.
The part about this that I loathed was the man lying next to me. Beyond a doubt, he was here to get laid because the irrefutable attraction heightened tonight. I desired him and vice versa. The rational side of me knew that I'd regret having sex with him. Contrastingly, my wolf's side declared to hell with self-control and to surrender to the natural course of the heat.
Minute by minute, the fire grows, building in my core and then unrolling into my limbs like a slicing sword. Unstoppable whimpers unfurled through my lips as the pain hacks my body apart. Blayne turns on his side and wraps his arms around me, before rubbing all over my body.
"I-it burns, Blayne," I whispered between choked sobs. Heat accumulated in my head like it was about to explode. My tears trickled down like hot sweat. My emotions were haywire.
His soothing touch seemed the distinct cure. The feel of him emitted a seismic energy that quells the fiery storm within me. His scent struck my senses.
"I'll get more water for you." He attempted to stand.
Instantly, I turned to face him, holding onto his shirt. The thought of him leaving my side was more torturous than the damn inferno that I had become. My throat was parched, aching for the water that he offered. Yet my body knew only the yearning for him. Thawing my frigidity.
His darkened, beguiling brown orbs pierced mine to deliver a look that was overflowing with pure carnal longing. They stared at me so intently that my pussy clenched and started to hurt.
My hands wandered to his chest, rubbing his physique and traveling down to the tented bulge in his jeans. Through his clinched teeth, he sucks in a hissing, floundering air. Surprisingly, he grasps my hands, stopping me.
"Let me get the water, Cleo." The firmness in his voice was sexy and appealing. It made his spicy lips the center of attraction. His big caring dark-brown eyes never leave me, and his nose flared as he breathed in my scent. He kissed my knuckles and sat up to go to the table where the water jug was.
"I want you." My body moved on its own through the wilderness of pain. To capture his lips, I straddled him, resting my core against his crouch. I pushed him down on his back with the force of my palms on his chest. I licked my lips, craving for a taste, and lowered my head.
The wolf behind his eyes stood guarded but imprisoned by Blayne. Pitch-black shadow clouds over his sclera.
"Cleo." He dodged my lips so that they landed on his sweaty neck. His chest heaved and his body had been perspiring profoundly.
My lips vacuum his salty neck, licking and sucking it, wanting to bite into his cream skin. He groaned and his breathing became shorter, faster and louder.
"Mmm." I moaned erotically, grinding my hips and fantasizing about being one, joined to his cock. "Uhm."
Somehow, he found the strength to pry my head off him. My hands tackled against his, refusing to unpin from him. He grasped my cheeks, kissed my temple and rested our foreheads against each other. His eyes were closed, and my heated ones fixed on him, puffing out quick hot breaths.
"I have to cool you down." He murmured, sadly.
It was unknown to me how he managed to stand with me clinging to him like a tick. The next thing I knew was being lowered into a small pool of water. Swiftly, he retrieved bags of ice, ripping them and the cubes rained down into the water, splashing droplets on the concrete floor. My body enveloped by their sudden chilliness caused my lips to quiver and my teeth to clatter.
In and out was my vision of him as my weighty eyes closed and opened, struggling to focus on my environment. He goes to the table and takes two capsules and I hear the pouring of the water into the glass.
"N-no. No m-medication." I weakly protested through teetering teeth. My entire body burned for him.
Arguably, his lips curled back in vehement aggression. "They will help you, Cleo. Could you stop being stubborn for a minute?"
"Only you can h-help me." I bit my lips to keep from screaming. A stabbing pain hit my abdomen.
He stripped off his clothes, teasing my eyes. I stretch one hand out as a mate's call. His fully exposed god-like brawny physique taunted me. Sweat rolled down his pecks towards his abs. Drooling, my extended tongue sultrily ran across the length of my upper lips, from corner to corner. Descending my view of his sculptured body to settle on his boxers. Disappointed that he covered his pointed iron rod. It was the main attraction that my wolf and I deeply craved.
Getting into the freezing water, he sat and adjusted himself behind me. He softly reclined me against his chest.
"Put your hands up." He commanded gently and lifted the soaking wet grape t-shirt over my head and slipped the grey shorts from my body, inclusive of my underwear.
There was no shame in my nudity. In fact, I wanted his eyes all over me. As soon as our skin made contact, the flames temper their rage, and I am at last at ease. The tingles disseminated into sparks that were like icy shards perforating my veins. The back of my head settled on his shoulder blade and he pressed my body tightly into his with fingertips that innately slid across my skin, soothing the pain.
"Is this helpful?" He kissed my hair and gazed at me with a tilt of his
head.
"Hmm," I hummed positively.
"Are you sure that you don't want the capsules?" He asked without ceasing his actions.
I hummed again. Medication was not the solution that my viscid brain recommended.
"Alright." Another soft kiss was pressed against my earlobe that jolted pleasure to my damp cunt.
Under the enveloping silence, my consciousness relaxed and I dozed. When I awoke, I regained my senses and I repositioned myself to a more comfortable posture. My pussy pulsated continuously with need. Floating specks appeared in front of my eyes. Goddess, I needed release.
Blayne grunted, gripping while firmly holding onto my hips, whispering in my ear with his deep husky voice, "You can't do that."
His cock strained desperately against my back, hard and in need. This heat was torturous for him too. Out of all the unmated males, the pheromones from my heat would affect him the most.
"Blayne, you can fuck me if you want to." At this point, I was rubbing my thighs together to ease the unbearable anguish of my ravenous pussy that was immensely in need of him. Exhaustion from sexual frustration mauls me.
He does not respond right away and draws in a long ragged inhalation.