69 The Heat 2
Mara
I woke up to the quiet hum of the afternoon sun slipping through the curtains. The clock confirmed what my aching body already knew-it was well past noon. We’d slept through the morning, wrapped in exhaustion from everything that had happened.
Lucian lay beside me, stark naked, his breathing soft and steady. His body was flushed with heat, and he had morning wood-hard and ready. Faint claw marks traced across his chest and shoulders, healing over slowly. My marks. I stared at my fingers, slightly shocked. I’d scratched him badly.
His cinnamon scent still lingered thick in the air, and with it came the unmistakable stirrings of my heat-again. No build-up, no warning. It flared quickly, and I didn’t wait.
I climbed on top of him and sank down, slow and deep.
Lucian moaned in his sleep, his body reacting before his mind caught up. His eyes fluttered open, confused, and then pleased as he realized what was happening. His hands gripped my waist, guiding my movements, letting me ride him just the way I needed.
“Good morning, Mara,” he groaned, voice husky.
I arched my back, grinding harder, chasing release. I didn’t speak. My body did all the talking-fueled by need, driven by instinct. I rolled my hips with purpose, fingers twisting into his skin, breasts cupped in my hands, and let the pleasure take over.
Lucian let me have control. Let me use him. And in return, he gave me everything I needed.
My heat lasted exactly five days. Five long, wild, beautiful days.
We barely left the bedroom. The world faded to nothing but sweat-slicked skin, whispered affirmations, breathless laughter, and tangled sheets.
Five days of unfiltered passion.
Five days of claiming and being claimed.
We didn’t eat much-at least I didn’t. Lucian, on the other hand, devoured enough food for both of us, keeping his strength up. He didn’t falter, not once. For someone going through this for the first time, he held his ground like he was made for it. And maybe he was.
There were moments I expected him to reach his limit, to pull away-but he never did. He stayed. Matched my fire. Matched my desire. And in the quiet moments between, he held me like I was his world.
The regret over leaving him because of Tina lingered, but he never brought it up. And for that, I was grateful.
By the time my heat finally ended, we were both worn out.
That night, we curled up on the couch in the sitting room. The TV flickered softly, playing some random movie neither of us really watched. My muscles ached, sore from everything we’d put them through. But the ache was a good one- satisfying.
Lucian leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “Five days, huh?”
I smiled, leaning into him.
“I enjoyed every bit of it, Mara,” he said, voice low and warm. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you. Don’t ever think you share
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my heart with anyone else.”
I didn’t respond with words. I didn’t need to. He had already proven it. With every kiss, every touch, every moment we spent locked in that room-he’d shown me where his heart was.
Lucian’s hand drifted to my stomach, resting there gently.
“I can’t wait for us to get pregnant,” he said quietly, a smile playing on his lips.
My heart skipped. Nineteen felt too young for motherhood. The thought unsettled me.
Ports >
“Not now,” he added quickly, sensing my nerves. “But… we didn’t use protection during your heat. Just something to keep
in mind.”
My stomach twisted. My mind raced.
As if reading my thoughts, he took my hand and laced our fingers together.
“Don’t worry, Mara. We’ll go to the clinic tomorrow after breakfast. I’m sure they’ll guide us. Maybe prescribe something, or
just give us clarity.”
Relief washed over me. I looked at him, my tension easing.
“Are you sure?”
Lucian nodded. “I don’t want you to feel rushed. Or pressured. We’ll move at your pace.”
Then he leaned in and kissed me-slow, reassuring, and full of quiet promise.
“I’m sorry,” I said “I never asked-how did it go with Tina? Did the doctor ever figure out what kind of poison she took?”
Lucian blinked, like I’d just reminded him of something he meant to follow up on but never did. He shook his head,
frowning slightly.
“Honestly… I didn’t. I was too mad. Too tired. I didn’t think to ask.”
I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips.
“What?” he asked, raising a brow.
“I doubt she took anything lethal,” I said, keeping my tone even but firm. “Tina’s too selfish to go that far. My guess? She heard us. Probably couldn’t stand the thought of us being together. So she pulled something dramatic to interrupt us. She’s an attention addict, Lucian. And she wants yours.”
Lucian didn’t argue. He just leaned in and kissed me-soft and slow, like he was thanking me for seeing through her, even
when he hadn’t.
“That’s why I moved her,” he said quietly. “Down the hallway. She can’t hear us anymore.”
I froze. My smile faded. “Why would you do that?”
“I put her next to us for a reason,” I said, trying not to sound bitter. “I wanted her to hear. To get the message. To move on.
Lucian sighed and took my hand in his, rubbing gentle circles against my palm.
“Mara, cut her some slack,” he said softly. “She doesn’t need to hear us. She knows. I don’t want to torture her, not anymore. I was furious with her, yes-but I’m done with that. She’s out of our space now. She can’t interfere. Let’s leave it
there.”
He paused, meeting my eyes.
holde that
No one
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ever will.”
His voice was quiet, sincere. No performance. Just truth.
* Points>
I nodded, swallowing the last of my bitterness-but I couldn’t help the flicker of resentment still coiled in my chest. A small, dark part of me still wanted to make Tina feel the sting of what she’d lost.
But I said nothing more.
Because for now, he was here. And I had him. And that was enough.
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