The Heir's Breeder

14

I can barely sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see that horrible male and what he tried to do to me. Tristan has tried his best to be comforting, but all he does is remind me of that male. He has even offered for Rose to spend the nights with me, but I can't stomach anyone near me, so he resorts to sleeping on one of the couches. I have been dazed—in and out of the moment—until I try to sleep. His eyes flash and I can feel his hands all over me. What if Rose had not gotten there in time?

    I keep twisting in bed, uncomfortable at every turn. I typically end up kicking them off by the end of the night, moving so much that I get hot and sweaty, or getting worked up from a nightmare. Tonight is no different. I am hot and worked up from everything. Nothing feels right—I want someone holding me, I don't want to ever be touched again. Every time I move, it feels all wrong and something boils up in me telling me that I'll never be comfortable again.

I have taken to sleeping with a tiny night dress on but, in this state, I sit up and peel it off my body in hopes that it will cool me off a little. It is barely different, but somehow, it is enough for me to fall back onto the bed and close my eyes.

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    "Fate," Tristan's voice is faint. He is a few steps away from me, but I can sense him...and smell him—and he smells good. I roll over towards him and make a few noises that I hope he will accept as speaking. "Fate," he is closer now—closer enough to touch. With my head still buried in my pillow, I unconsciously reach out and put my hand on his arm. I hadn't realized how hot I am until I touched him, and he felt like ice. My hand starts to cool off from him and I want more. "Fa—."

    "Come lay with me," my voice is thick and low. I grip my hand on his arm and start to pull him onto the bed, but he pulls back.

    "Fate, what are you—," he places his hand on my arm this time, "Fate, you are burning up."

    "Come cool me off," Tristan does his signature shit under his breath and I sigh, "Please."

    He doesn't respond. I open my eyes slightly, the world is bright. Tristan is looking around, sniffing the air. After a moment, he pulls away— I groan in protest—and heads towards the door, ignoring me. The door never opens, but I hear him yell through it.

"Guard," there is a pause then a sudden, "No, don't come in—it's not safe," another pause then, "I am fine. I need you to get Rose urgently." After another moment, Tristan comes back into the main room, "Fate how are you feeling?"

I sit up in the bed, the sheets falling down and reminding me that I am naked—and now Tristan sees. I look up at him, his eyes are flashing black, staying black longer and longer—Tristan needing to shake his head to get them back to their normal color. I shrug, "I'd be better if you came and lied down with me."

"Fate," he sighs, but I find myself loving the way he says my name, "I can't."

"And why is that?" I ask, confused and angry.

"Can you not feel it?" I just stare at him, unsure of what he talking about, "You're in heat."

Heat. I only experienced this once before: my first heat—the one that told the Sellers that I was finally able to actually breed. A bitch in heat. For most female wolves, this is the only time they can even get pregnant. For me? I can get pregnant whenever, but a male servicing me in heat all but guarantees a pregnancy.

"If I get closer to you," Tristan continues, "It's bad news. I can barely hold my wolf in as it is. We—"

"So," I shrug, "You make me feel better." I'm not even sure how I come up with the things I say. Something is barely there in the back of my mind contradicting me but all I know is that he made it better when I touched him. But Tristan still stands in front of the bed, unmoving. I crawl on the bed towards him and watch him visibly gulp. When I get to the end, I sit on my knees and reach out, grab his arm, and look up at him. "Please."

"Fate, I—," I start to rub my thumbs over his hands and pout, "Th–this is tak–taking advantage of you."

"How, Tristan? I'm just asking you to lay with me?" The feeling of his hands on mine already makes me feel a little better. But it feels like the coolness in my hands is making the rest of my body even worse.

"We just have to wait until Rose comes then she can—"

"Then lay with me while we wait," something in Tristan changes, and he slowly nods. I take my time moving back to lie down, Tristan following me. When I lay down, he is not far behind me and pulls me into his chest. Parts of my body felt amazing, but other parts raged even worse in the fire.

I snuggle into him more, wanting him closer. "Can you put your head on me—like you normally do?" Slowly, he lifts his chin and tucks me under it.

"Fate, you're not in your right mind," Tristan's voice sounds so soothing, "Just hold off for a few more minutes and we will get you somewhere safe."

I try to move closer to Tristan and he tenses. "Please, Tristan," I close my eyes, the pain becoming too much, "I need your help." I groan, "It hurts."

"I can't," a cramp starts in my stomach as Trista speaks and I curl in, trying to make it stop. "This is taking advantage of you."

The fire grows worse and all I can think about is getting Tristan to wrap his whole body around me. "Please," I beg.

Tristan holds off for a moment then speaks again, "Fate," my body involuntarily shivers when he says my name, "This is only your second heat. I'm not going to do something you are not ready for." He mumbles something I can't hear under his breath then continues, "You and I both know what will happen and I am not going to do that to you."

The fire won't stop and I am getting desperate. I turn my body to face him and when I look into his eyes, everything becomes perfectly clear. I know what just happened to me and what is currently happening and, at the same time, none of that matters.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask, all the whine gone from my voice. Tristan nods his head. "I've always known that things would be taken from me without my input. My life has been taken from me. And I've conceded the fact that one of these days my heat would come and some male who I didn't know would be there and I would be bound to the whims of that male or some other for the rest of my life." Tristan gulps. "And yet you are here—you have been for the last two months. And I know you, I feel comfortable around you, I like you.

"I don't get to choose much in life but let me choose this: from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one I wanted for that first heat. You were kind and honest and even if that changes tomorrow and you are cruel for the rest of your life, I want these to be the memories I have of my first time. I want it to be a male who has treated me with some dignity. Please let me have this."

Tristan is quiet for a long while and the fires inside me grow and rage again. I bote back every whine that wants to escape me while I watch his eyes taking in and thinking about everything I just said. Then, just as I am about to give up, he says the word that gives me hope, "ok."

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Hello,

So fun fact, this chapter has been ready for a bit. But I waited until I had started the next one, I also don't like messing with my schedule. Who is ready for some smut?

I read a lot of SJM and every time I meet someone who has also read her I'm like "I know your secret you whore". Anyways...

See ya soon,

Abbey J