Tristan\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%1\u00a0<\/p>\n
I helped her move back to her seat, both of us wincing at the separation. She adjusted her dress\u00a0<\/p>\n
while I fixed my jeans.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once we were both decent, I started the car and pulled out of the parking area.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The drive home was quiet but charged. I could feel Athena\u2019s eyes on me and every time I glanced\u00a0<\/p>\n
over, she was looking at me with that same hungry expression.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. This was going to be a long few days.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long does heat usually last?\u201d she asked after a while.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThree to five days usually,\u201d I said. \u201cSometimes longer.\u201d She let out a small whimper and I\u00a0<\/p>\n
glanced over at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just really uncomfortable,\u201d she admitted. \u201cEverything feels too sensitive and I can\u2019t stop\u00a0<\/p>\n
thinking about you touching me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I groaned. \u201cYou\u2019re not making this easy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry,\u201d she said, but she didn\u2019t sound sorry at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we finally got home, I barely had the car parked before Athena was getting out and\u00a0<\/p>\n
heading for the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I followed her, watching as she fumbled with the keys. Her hands were shaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me,\u201d I said, taking the keys from her and unlocking the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment we were inside, she turned to mend pulled me down for a kiss. It was desperate and needy and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUpstairs,\u201d I said against her lips. \u201cNow.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
O\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
r\u00a0<\/p>\n
15.0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%\u00a0<\/p>\n
We barely made it to the bedroom before she was pulling at my clothes. I helped her, stripping\u00a0<\/p>\n
off my shirt and jeans while she worked on her dress.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we were both naked, \u201cI pulled her onto the bed and she immediately climbed on top of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you again,\u201d she said, and there was almost panic in her voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d I said, running my hands up her thighs. \u201cI\u2019ve got you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She positioned herself over me and sank down with a sigh of relief. We both groaned at the\u00a0<\/p>\n
feeling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time was slower, more deliberate. I held her hips and guided her movements, watching her\u00a0<\/p>\n
face as pleasure washed over it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she breathed. \u201cSo much better.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew this was just the beginning. Heat could be intense and demanding, and I would need to\u00a0<\/p>\n
be there for her through all of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as I watched her move above me, her head thrown back in pleasure, I realized I didn\u2019t mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I would do whatever she needed, give her whatever she wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because she was mine and I was hers, and we would get through this together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just like we\u2019d gotten through everything else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I wasn\u2019t more wrong because\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Day seven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seven fucking days.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at the calendar on my phone and felt a mix of concern and exhaustion settle in my\u00a0<\/p>\n
chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
15.0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n
5\u00a0<\/p>\n
Athena\u2019s heat was supposed to last three to five days, maybe six at most. But here we were on\u00a0<\/p>\n
day seven and she showed no signs of it ending.\u00a0<\/p>\n
8%1\u00a0<\/p>\n
I glanced over at her sleeping form beside me. She looked peaceful now, her face relaxed and her\u00a0<\/p>\n
breathing even. But I knew that the moment she woke up, she\u2019d want me again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not that I was complaining about the sex itself. God knows I loved being with her, loved the way\u00a0<\/p>\n
she responded to my touch, loved the sounds she made when she came.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I was worried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t normal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d asked around discreetly, talked to some of the older wolves in the pack who had more experience with these things. They all said the same thing. Heat lasted three to five days, sometimes\u00a0<\/p>\n
six. Never seven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Athena stirred beside me and I felt my stomach tighten. Here we go again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes opened slowly and immediately found mine. I watched as awareness crept in, followed\u00a0<\/p>\n
by that familiar look of need.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTristan,\u201d she said, her voice still rough with sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d I said, moving closer to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She pressed against me and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. It was like being next\u00a0<\/p>\n
to a furnace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you,\u201d she whispered, and her hand moved down my chest to my stomach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I caught her hand gently. \u201cI know,\u201d I said. \u201cBut we need to talk about this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She frowned. \u201cTalk about what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout how long this has been going on,\u201d I said carefully. \u201cIt\u2019s been seven days, Athena. That\u2019s longer than normal.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
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