I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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The full moon was due in five days.
My eyes devoured the words printed on the book in front of me, my fingers nervously gripping the edges of the pages. Clueless. That's what I was. Completely, utterly, devastatingly clueless. Screaming in frustration, I threw the book away before pulling locks of my hair so tightly that my scalp hurt. The manual landed with a muffled thud on my bedroom's floor, the cover splayed open and few pages wrongly bent.
Werewolves' Heat and Gestation.
I stared at the golden rimmed title, its words silently taunting and mocking me as to say " pick me up and learn, little coward." I was brave enough to admit that I was acting like a coward. The irony, right? Some would say that 'Ignorance is bliss', but I couldn't find myself agreeing with them, at least not in this case. Would I have been better not knowing about the existence of werewolves? To that I could agree, but right now ignorance was not what I needed. I had the urge to know about what I was going to face in a few days. Call me a little bit masochist.
My shoulder painfully twitched at my action, being still sore from the wound I got days prior. I hissed at my childish behavior, getting up from my bed to retrieve the book. Picking it up, I searched for possible damages on the leathery cover, but found none. Good. I borrowed it from the library and I didn't want to upset the librarian by giving it back with scratches. I actually liked that old wolf.
Asking Robert was out of the question. I didn't want to arise even more suspicion than the one I did on my first day here, when I had interrogated him about the argument out of panic. Nora had been quite willing in helping me, but what she had told me were the basic things I already knew. High temperature, unappeasable sexual urges, fertility. I needed more. I needed to know what was going to happen to my body, what was going to change. Self-learning it was.
According to the manual, the Heat started three days prior to the rise of the full moon. It started with your scent changing, becoming sweeter, sultrier, more inviting. Then, it was your hips flaring, your breast getting rounder and plumper, your lips getting redder, your hair getting shiner. Practically, it was you becoming a inflatable doll ready to welcome your male's seed. I found it quite disgusting-and I was a woman of science. The unsatisfied sexual cravings ended up in waves of hot, scorching pain, that could end only with the touch of your mate. The peek of this process was during the night of the full moon, when the she-wolf was fertile the most. In the days following the Heat, if the female was not impregnated, painful abdominal cramps were to be expected.
Shit. What rosy future awaited me.
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I closed the trunk of my car with a low grunt, the little baggage for the next few days resting inside. Nora was leaned against one of the rear doors, her eyes watching me with concern.
"Are you sure you are going to be ok?"
"I am."
In reality I wasn't. I had taken the decision to leave in the spur of the moment, throwing the essentials into a little suitcase without pondering much about it. Even if it was best for me to put distance between myself and the pack for the following days, at least until my period of Heat, I didn't know how to feel. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. Truthfully speaking, I was scared.
