Chapter 95. Cleo's Heat (4)

Blayne’s POV

My mind was playing tricks on me. The encapsulating pheromones had me in a delusional grasp. Twisting my cognitive reasoning into hearing my heart’s desire.

A passionate hunger to devour her rose in my bones. The boxers strangled my erected cock, which was now the hardest that I’ve ever been. The ache in my coconut-sized balls was more severe than being kicked in them. A growl reverberated from my chest. My inner wolf was niggling at my subconscious mind to take over once more.

Gradually, she rotated her body to face me, straddling her legs around my waist. The taut nipples of her perky breasts graze my bare chest while her arms snaked my neck. Her eyes delved deep into mine, which displayed a sprouting desire. Then her fingertips trailed from my nose to my mouth, delicately brushing my lips. Coiling my fists, I swallowed thickly to conceal the ravenous appetite to consume her. My severely malnourished sexual arousal nipped at me.