POV: Maya
Maya woke to fire coursing through her veins.
Every inch of her skin felt hypersensitive, the sheets against her body were almost painful, the air moving across her skin like physical touch. And the need... god, the need was overwhelming.
She needed to be touched. Filled. Claimed.
Her wolf was screaming for sex, and Maya's human consciousness was rapidly losing the ability to argue.
She stumbled out of bed, her legs shaking, and somehow made it down the hallway to Kai's room. She didn't remember deciding to go there...instinct just drove her forward until she was knocking on his door with trembling hands.
Kai opened it immediately, already shirtless like he'd been expecting her. His eyes went dark the moment he saw her, his nostrils flaring as he scented her heat.
"Maya." His voice was rough. Strained. "Your heat started."
