Chapter 37

Killian’s POV

I woke up with a pounding headache, and the bitter taste of whisky still clawing at the back of my throat. The light seeping through the curtains didn’t help. It was stabbing straight into my skull, making my head feel as if it was splitting in two. My entire body was heavy, sore, and I could still smell the perfume of the woman from last night on my sheets. But thankfully, I had kicked her out. I don’t even remember what I told her. Something crude, I’m sure. She had no business being in my bed. She was never supposed to be there in the first place.

But even that wasn’t what woke me.

It was the fucking heat.

Not the regular kind, the kind that creeps under your blanket, making you sweat under your arms.

This one? It was maddening.

I shot up, throwing the covers off, my body burning like I’d swallowed fire. My cock was hard. Not just hard, it was thick, heavy, throbbing, and worse than anything I’d ever experienced. I had morn