Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Seventeen

[A/N] Warning! Sex.

When I woke up sweat clung to my body and the covers felt like oil against my skin. There was an unbearable, suffocating heat permeating the air, it was dense and it made me take breaths in short gasps.

It took me a while to fully recognize that the heat I was struggling to endure did not come from the room but rather myself. Each breath I took allowed a small portion of icy air to slip into my feverish body.

It was the heat. My brain was not awake enough to be able to explain this, it left my wolfish senses alert and wide eyed at the experience. Something in me was stirring, my blood rushed around my body, my skin tingled and every wrinkle of the covers on my skin felt like a chasm.

My body was sensitive, my cock was hard, and my limbs felt weak and pliable.

My mind was incredibly dazed. I had forgotten about the heat, I had forgotten it would be a full moon tonight. You can't sleep through a full moon.

If what Castus had given me was sleeping pills then it had only dazed me, left me foggy minded, it had not allowed me to sleep through the night.

My mind rolled and turned, a headache pulsated on one side of my head. I tucked my hand under the covers and felt my way underneath the fabric of my pants.

I knew that masturbating would not give me any release, I knew that in the logical part of my brain that was tucked away behind layers of fog and mist.

I moaned tearfully as I tugged at the erection in my pants. While it eased the itching it wouldn't stop it entirely. I needed proper stimulation, I needed my mate.

Where was my mate?

Mate. Mate. Mate. Where is he?

I tried not to panic as I lifted myself from the sweat dampened sheets.

He was close by.

My mate was close.

He was near.

My sensitive aching skin was mush harsher, much stronger anything I had experienced before. So this was what it was like going through heat in so close a vicinity as my mate.

I pried the door open with trembling fingers, my legs were jelly and I stumbled as I made way into the corridor.

Then I stopped, I froze. On the floor there was a blue shirt, completely out of place in the spotless hallway.

It exuded this delicious thrilling scent, a thick scent, musky erotic and mysterious. There was an undertone of cinnamon that tickled my nose, it reminded me of a fire on a snowy day.

When I looked around, the same scent in mind, I found the trail. Third room to the right. I walked slowly. My legs could give out any minute. I just needed my mate, to ease the aching in the pool of my stomach, to bandage the tremendous gap in my heart.

There it ached the most, as though when I tugged on the handle on the door, I expected no one to answer. There was a constant anxiety pressing on my heart, a heavy weight, and from the sides it cracked and my heart bled.

I needed a medic.

I need my mate. Where was my mate?

I sniffed the air again as I opened the door and closed my eyes in euphoria when the masculine musk indicated to me that my mate was finally within my vicinity. He would help me. My mate would save me.