Little witch

Blaze's Instincts

Blaze's POV

Sitting across from Adeline as she ate, I felt a rush of contentment wash over me. She was here, safe, in front of me. But it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. As she took another small bite, I could feel the primal part of me stirring beneath the surface, the part that wanted her in ways she didn't fully understand yet.

My wolf had been patient—far too patient, and now it was becoming unbearable. I wanted more contact, more closeness. I wanted to mark her, to claim her fully as mine. I wanted to feel her against me, to breathe her in without restraint, to know that no other wolf or danger would ever get near her. That was how it was supposed to be. That was how it would be.

But more than that, something deeper was simmering under the surface. The instinct that wolves like me felt when they were close to their mate. The heat. I could feel it rising within me, slowly but surely. The desire to be with her in every way, to take her, to bond with her. The need to keep her close, to build her a nest where no one could touch her, where I could shield her from the world.

My heat was coming, and there was no stopping it.

I tried to control it, to rein it in, but the truth was that I had been suppressing this for weeks now. Ever since I'd met her, my wolf had been waiting, watching, yearning for this moment. And now, the more time we spent together, the harder it became to resist. She was here, so close, and I needed her.

Adeline glanced up at me, her eyes meeting mine, and I felt the pull again—stronger this time, more urgent. My grip tightened on the arm of the chair, claws pressing against the wood, as I fought the instinct to grab her and pull her into my lap, to let her feel exactly how much I needed her. She had no idea the effect she had on me.

The moment I saw her, I knew. But this bond? It was driving me wild. The thought of going into heat without her by my side was unbearable. It would last two weeks—two long, agonizing weeks, and there was only one thing that could satisfy me. Her. I wouldn't be satisfied until we completed our bond. Until she was mine in every way.

I wanted to build her a nest, keep her warm, protect her. I wanted to keep her close while the heat burned through me. But how could I explain that to her? She wasn't a wolf—she wouldn't understand how primal this all was, how deeply the bond connected us. But I knew that if I pushed her too hard, too soon, I could scare her away. And I wouldn't survive that.

She finished her meal, setting the plate aside, and I could feel my instincts pushing forward, my control slipping. My heart raced, the heat in my chest building. I needed her. Now.

But instead of acting on it, I stood, taking the plate from her and setting it on the side table. My fingers brushed hers, and even that small touch made me want to lose control. I could smell her scent more clearly now, the sweetness of her skin, the warmth radiating from her. It drove me wild.

"You should get some rest," I said, my voice low, rougher than usual. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back.

She nodded, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me, and climbed into the bed, her back to me. I stood there for a moment, watching her, growling softly beneath the surface. She was so close, so vulnerable, and everything in me was screaming to protect her, to claim her, to make sure no one else could ever get near her.

I wanted to wake up next to her every morning, to hold her at night, to know she was mine in every way. I wanted the bond, the physical connection that came with it. But I knew she wasn't ready. Not yet.

As I turned to leave, I clenched my fists, struggling to maintain control. My heat was coming, and it wouldn't be long before I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.

I took one last look at her before slipping out of the room, the need inside me burning hotter than ever. It was only a matter of time before I would have to tell her everything. About the heat. About how desperately I needed her.

And when that time came, I only hoped she would be ready. Because once we started, there would be no going back.