I hadn't noticed the heat had begun to ebb in the last few days, until it knocked into me again as I tried to kiss Mercer, like a sledge hammer.
It was so much worse than it was on the first day of the transition.
It was like the tipping point of a fever, right before it broke.
The heat wasn't just between my legs anymore. It was everywhere. Under my skin. In my bones. A living, molten thing that made me want to claw my own flesh open just to let it breathe. Every heartbeat sent another pulse of pure, agonizing need through my core. My clit throbbed so hard it hurt.
That word had returned again, with more intensity than last time. Breed.
I rolled my hips harder, grinding myself against the thick bulge in Mercer's pants. Once. Twice. Three times. My nails dug into his shoulders as I whimpered, the sound broken and pathetic. I couldn't stop. I didn't know how.
"Mercer…" His name came out slurred, almost a sob.
