Chapter 35: Migraine

Sean is nothing if not dedicated. Even if this arrangement is gearing up to drive him off the rails.

The first heat of their… arrangement would have been awkward, if she hadn’t waited so long to call him. She barely opened the door before she was on him, smelling like she was seconds from hitting hard heat. He stayed through her nesting, and then somehow managed to leave with a casual, “See you next time.” It might have been the hardest thing he’s ever done.

The second time— the soft heat— almost drove him wild. She was on him constantly, with fewer breaks between waves, but it was shorter than her hard heats. It was harder to leave, harder to let her go, even when she went from constantly touching him to decidedly not.

By the third heat, he’s ready to just call it quits. Or drag her to his place and keep her there, like some sort of caveman functioning solely on his barbaric Alpha hindbrain. It’s unclear which would win out, if he had the opportunity to choose.