Chapter 82. Heat

Eryn’s POV

I blink my eyes, trying to understand what Atticus is saying, but all I can see is his erection bulging in his boxers. My mind is full of all the dirty things that I want him to do to me and that I want to do with him.

“Eryn,” Atticus whispers. “Are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” I say as I drag my eyes away from his body.

“You are in heat,” he tells me again.

“Okay,” I reply, running my hands up his large, tattooed chest. “Does that matter?”

“I just don’t want you to do anything because your wolf is going wild in your mind,” Atticus groans.

“What sort of things don’t you want me to do?” I pout.

“Oh, Princess,” he whispers. “I want you to do all the things.”

“Then what is stopping you,” I smirk. My skin is on fire and the only thing that soothes the burn is his touch.

Atticus kisses me, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan into his mouth as his tongue brushes against mine. I slide my hands up his