Forbidden Heat

And then he took this slow, deep breath. He was smelling me. He was savoring the air between us.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, and his tone changed completely, dropping into something so deep and dark it made my knees go a little weak, “and you’re in heat. Perfect.”

I swear those words should not have made my heart pound the way they did, but the moment they hit my ears it was like they sank into