Resisting The Heat [TinCan 18+] (ON HOLD)

-12- 🌙 Comes And Goes In Waves

[A/N - POV changes partway through]

"It comes and goes in waves. It always does, always does. We watch as our young hearts fade into the flood, into the flood."
~Dean Lewis, 'Waves'

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*Can's POV*

Shit.

Fuck, fuckballs, fucking shit.

"I will not beg," I grit through my teeth while doubled over in my bedroom. "I will not beg for— fuck!"

'I'll keep that in mind when you later beg for me to do it again.'

Those words echo in my mind; Tin's condescending tone reminding me exactly why I don't want to beg.

Even though my first heat just started, and my skin is burning with the need to be touched.

"Can?" Papa's voice comes from the other side of the door. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" I shout, but my voice is more hoarse than usual.

"Are you sure about that?" Dad questions dryly. "Because you're releasing a shit ton of pheromones."

"Dammit," I curse as another wave of need washes over me. This time, I'm unable to suppress the moan that follows.

"He's clearly in heat," dad murmurs. "I'm going to call Champ."

"No!" I shriek, nearly tripping over myself running to the door. "Don't do that!"

Papa's eyes widen at the sight of me before he quickly averts his eyes. In that moment, I realize my erection is prominent, pushing against my grey sweatpants. Embarrassed, I hurriedly tug on the bottom of my shirt to cover myself up.

"Don't call them!" I plead.

Dad stares at me as if I've grown a second head. "What the hell are you talking about? You're in heat. You need your mate."

My mate.

Just the mention of him sends a shiver of delight down my spine. Fuck, it's just the heat making me act this way! I would never— could never... dammit, I just need to resist the temptation and stay away from him at all costs!

After Tin's party, my dads figured out pretty easily that Tin's my mate. After all, why would the guy who's hated me for years suddenly kiss me? Papa seemed overjoyed that the son of their close friends is my mate. Dad, on the other hand... I'm still unable to tell how he feels about it.

"I don't want him," I seethe, glaring at my dad. His face is blank as he takes in my serious expression.

"No," dad decides. "You need to see him."

"You can't force me to be with him! I don't love him! Hell, I don't even like the bastard!"

"He's your mate," his voice breaks a little, making me pause. "You can try to tell yourself that you don't want to be with him, but it's your destiny. If you give him a chance, you might end up falling in love and being happier than you ever imagined."

"Dad..." I soften, feeling bad for yelling.

Several years ago, my parents told me about the mate bond. How the Moon Goddess destines for you to be with someone, and that person is your other half. Created to complement you in every way. Papa's eyes were shining when he told me about it, and I could tell he really loved my dad.